The Angel of Death
By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction.....)
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff....ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny and maybe some others on the side...
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable. COOKIES to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me SMILE and want to write more!
~blah~ means Parseltongue
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Angel of Death
Chapter 4: * Friend or Foe? *
Ginny Weasley stood in front of her full-length mirror in the 6th year girls' dormitory. She wore a pair of old jeans and a black jumper, both of which fit snugly around her newly developed curves. She smiled as she examined her appearance. She remembered just last year the same black jumper hung loosely around her, making her look twelve rather than fifteen. However, much to her satisfaction, her chest area in particular had grown a great deal.
It was Saturday and Ginny wasn't sure what she would do. Vicky had her Charms Club meeting until lunch and Ron and Neville had secret 'Order stuff' to do until who knows when. Ginny sighed and looked out the window. She spotted smoke coming out of Hagrid's chimney. 'I haven't visited him in a while,' she thought. 'I should go have tea with him and catch up on things,' she decided while reaching for her hairbrush. She quickly brushed her hair and braided it with a plait. She then pulled on her warm winter cloak before happily bouncing out of the room.
Once she arrived at Hagrid's, she joyfully knocked on the door with a little tune. She waited. Ginny could hear Fang barking with excitement but no Hagrid. She frowned slightly and walked around the window. Hagrid, apparently wasn't home. Ginny shrugged and was about to walk away when she remembered the smoke in the chimney. She hurried around to the back of his house expecting him to be in his pumpkin patch but was disappointed. Ginny checked to see if Hagrid left the back door open and indeed he did.
She walked inside and was immediately tackled by Fang. After recovering, the small witch sat down in one of Hagrid's overly large chairs and waited for him to return. He obviously wound not be long if he left his fire going and his back door unlocked. Fang, however, appeared to have different plans. The large dog began to paw at the door and whining, looking back at Ginny. She sighed before giving in. Ginny wrote Hagrid a quick note, explaining where Fang was, in case he returned before her and grabbed Fang's leash.
Ginny and Fang walked near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with the huge dog sniffing along contently. In the distance, Ginny could see the Beauxbatons carriage. Suddenly two very large figures walked out of the carriage. Hagrid and Madam Maxime walked arm and arm, openly flirting, back to the castle. Ginny shuddered at the thought of their possible children.
Ginny followed Fang, who was leading her near the lake. All of a sudden, the large dog stopped still, his nose sniffing the air madly. Then, without further warning, he sprinted forward, dragging a very confused Ginny behind him. Fang's tail was wagging like mad and he was barking happily.
Ginny could make out a figure sitting beneath the beech tree by the lake. He appeared to be reading a large book. Ginny tried to yell and warn the boy he was about to be attacked, but Fang beat her to it. Before the boy had time to realize what was going on, as he had been pounced on by the massive dog.
"Oh Merlin's beard! I'm so sorry!" Ginny said horrified. The poor boy, however, was unable to reply, as his face was currently being licked to death by the overexcited dog. Ginny tried to desperately pull Fang off of him, but as Fang was nearly bigger than she was, it wasn't as easy of a task as she thought.
Finally, when she managed to drag Fang off of the unfortunate soul, she realized who the boy was. As if on cue, she felt her face flush. Harry, Azrael, the son of You-Know-Who, the Angel of Death, the unfairly handsome boy that Ginny should most definitely not blush around, the boy who would result in Ginny's long and painful death by the hands of her mother, take your pick of the ridiculously long list of nicknames; sat wiping the slobber off of his face. He looked rather appalled, to say in the least.
"Sorry," Ginny said quietly, wishing to run back up to her dorm, hide under her bed, and not come out for days.
"S'okay," Harry said wiping the last bit of slobber off of his face. He looked up at her and smiled, "At least he likes me, right? It would have been quite disastrous for me if he didn't. What is he half bear or something?" He said rubbing the back of his head, which had been roughly slammed against the beech tree in Fang's process of pouncing.
Ginny laughed a little, oddly high-pitched. 'Where the hell did THAT come from?' she thought. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was. My friend Hagrid, he is the gamekeeper here, that's who Fang belongs to too, he really loves all kinds of dangerous animals and things. (' What am I SAYING?!') I heard he has a band of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, but Colin Creevy told me that so I doubt it could possibly be true. ('Stop! I am rambling..... Merlin Weasley! Just stop!') Yeah, Hagrid loves anything dangerous so it is quite possible that Fang could be half bear. Though, it is probably illegal. And gross, for that matter. (' I need to die, right now. Please someone just kill me.......WHY AM I STILL TALKING?') But yeah anyway, sorry, erm, I hope he didn't do permanent brain damage. That would be bad," Ginny finished lamely. 'Why do I bother with talking? Or even just existing in the first place?' Ginny thought miserably.
Harry stared at her before laughing, "Yes, brain damage would be quite bad."
Ginny couldn't help but to smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't really know where that came from. I say stupid things when I get nervous." 'Like right now would be a superb example,' she thought.
"Why would you be nervous?" Harry asked playfully.
"I don't know. You're You-Know-Who's son aren't you? You don't really meet the son of madman- er, I mean- Dark Lord everyday."
"Madman would be more accurate." Harry said matter-of-factly while petting Fang.
"Oh," Ginny said not knowing how else to reply.
Harry sat petting Fang for a moment while Ginny stood shifting her feet uncomfortably, trying to think of something witty to say.
"So, you're in the Triwizard Tournament. That's cool." ...So not witty.
"Yeah," said Harry, still petting Fang, adding so much to the conversation.
After another moment Ginny tried again. "Are you really Malfoy's cousin?"
"As unfortunate as it is, yes I am. Oh yeah, sorry for him being such a snot the other day. He's very snotty-like."
Ginny laughed a bit, and to her relief, much more normal this time. "Yes I know. You must have a great time at Christmas. With your cousin being a snot and your dad being a madman...." Ginny's eye widened, thinking she had gone to far, but she was surprised when Harry smiled widely and laughed.
To Ginny's further the surprise, he offered her to sit down next him and the two started to chat amiably. Although it was obvious both of them were avoiding talking about the war, they got along quite well. Harry appreciated Ginny's sarcasm while Ginny took great pleasure at Harry's wicked sense of humor. She was reminded of someone that she couldn't place, when Harry ran a hand through his hair.
After a while, Fang started to get bored and trotted in the freezing lake to search for fish, also dragging Ginny with him. Harry laughed and saved Ginny from potential frostbite. They decided it was time for Fang to go back to Hagrids before he could put anymore people in danger.
When they left Hagrids, Ginny asked if Harry had ever gotten a proper tour of Hogwarts. Harry replied negative. Soon the pair wandered aimlessly around the castle enjoying the warmth of being inside. After Ginny showed Harry the library, they headed to the trophy room.
Ginny was amused when Harry headed straight to the Quidditch section. 'Typical boy.' He gazed in awe of all the trophies and then moved to look at the pictures of record-setting players. Ginny stood contently, admiring Harry's adorableness as he looked at each player wide-eyed and occasionally gasping at some of the records they set. Ginny was soon lost in her own little world which included Harry, leather pants, and lots of whipped cream, when the living and breathing Harry asked her something knocking her out of her dreams.
"What'd you say again?"
"I asked if you knew who this was." He said staring intently at a picture, with a slight frown. Ginny looked to see the picture and gasped. Smiling crookedly at them with a hand ruffling his hair, was James Potter. It was the same picture Sirius had in his photo album. It suddenly clicked whom Harry reminded her of when he was messing with his hair back by the lake.
"So d'you know who he is?" Harry asked not taking an eye off the picture.
"Yeah, that's James Potter. He played for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team back in the 70's. My brother Charlie said he was one of the best players Hogwarts ever had."
"Oh," Harry said quietly. "What does he do now?"
"Erm, well, he is dead, now." Ginny was starting to get uncomfortable. The image of Sirius sitting sadly stroking her cat and saying, 'They think I'm mad because I can't stop thinking that Harry is alive and blaming myself for James's death,' appeared in her head.
Harry paused for a second, biting his lip. "How did he die?"
Ginny was now entirely uncomfortable; she shuffled her feet before saying, "Well, he was killed. About fifteen years ago."
"Oh," Harry said, with his frown deepening. "Why was he killed?"
Ginny stared at him for a minute, incredulously. 'Is he serious? HE WAS KILLED BECAUSE YOUR DAD IS EVIL!'
"I don't know... He and his wife and son where murdered because of the war, I guess. Why do you ask?" Ginny asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, no reason." He stood looking at the picture (James was now whistling to himself, looking bored).
"He just looked familiar," Harry said softly, as if he was telling himself rather than her. "Well, I'd better get back to the ship. Karkaroff said he wanted to talk to me before lunch. I'm pretty sure he going to tell me what the first task is, the bloody cheat."
Harry tore his eyes away from the picture and smiled at her. "Thanks for showing me around, Ginny."
"No problem. Do you know where you're going?" Ginny asked quizzically.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Harry smiled again and muttered another thanks before leaving.
Ginny stood where she was with a frown. She looked back over to James's picture.
"They think I'm mad because I can't stop thinking that Harry is alive and blaming myself for James's death."
'Oh Sirius,' she thought. 'You may just be on to something.'
Instead of going to lunch, Ginny stood wandering the Trophy Room, contemplating what had just occurred. 'Should I tell Dumbledore? Would he think I'm crazy like Sirius? No, I shouldn't go to Dumbledore .... yet. I'll write to Sirius and ask him his advice. I need actual proof for something like this.'
Ginny thought for a moment, pacing around before James's picture (Who was now mimicking her, over exaggerating her puzzled facial expression). Everyone thought Neville would be the one to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but Neville, Ginny was ashamed to admit, wasn't nearly powerful enough to defeat You-Know-Who. What if You-Know-Who was hiding the one who could defeat him all this time? What if he raised him to be on his side? 'It is possible, but not probable,' Ginny thought. She paused, suddenly struck with an idea.
She hurried over to the Head Boy section of the Trophy Room. 'Riddle,' she thought, 'look for Riddle.' The red-haired witch found herself checking and re-checking the list several times. She frowned. Ginny had currently been checking the Head Boys from 1950-1970. 'Maybe he's older then that.' She moved to the section before, 1930-1950.
She bounced happily in victory when she spotted the name Tom Marvolo Riddle, class of 1945. '1945?' Ginny thought with her nose scrunched up in disgust, 'EW, that means he's around 70! That's GROSS! He has a TEEN-AGE son! That, right there, proves he couldn't possibly be Harry's dad. A sixty- year old, having a newborn son, ew. EW! That is so wrong in so many ways! Can a sixty-year old man still have sex anyway?' Ginny shuddered at the thought, deciding not to think any further on the subject.
Moving along with the task at hand, she muttered a handy little charm that produced a picture of the person named. (A/N: I can't make up spells worth crap. Use your imaginations, if you insist.)
She gasped when the picture revealed a young dark haired man, looking back at her with a slight frown. He looked almost exactly like Harry, except for the eyes. 'That didn't help much,' she thought sadly.
Suddenly another idea struck her and she hurried over to the Head Girl section. Ginny remembered Sirius mentioning his cousin Bellatrix, was You- Know-Who's wife. She must be Harry's 'mother' then. When she found Bellatrix Desdemona Black, class of 1975, she muttered the same charm she used before. This time she was pleased with the results. The female Death Eater had long black hair and cool gray eyes; she looked a bit like Sirius, but not like Harry at all.
Ginny was immensely pleased when she looked and saw Lily Marie Evans, class of 1978, the same year as James Potter. 'That must be his wife!' With her heart pounding, she performed the spell a third time. She gasped aloud when Lily's picture appeared. A pretty redheaded witch with bright green eyes smiled pleasantly at her. 'Those eyes.'
The small witch positively sprinted in the direction of Dumbledore's office. She paused when she got to the gargoyle. She didn't know the password. Doubts suddenly clouded Ginny's mind. Dumbledore was the smartest wizard Ginny, had ever met, SURELY he would know whether Harry is really Harry? She snorted when she realized You-Know-Who's creativity with his son's nickname.
Ginny sighed and headed back to her dorm. She would write to Sirius, first. She really needed more proof, before marching up to Harry and announcing he was really someone else.
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'A Chimera. How the hell I am supposed to fight against a freaking Chimera? Are these people mad? No, seriously. The people who came up with teen-age school children fighting a Chimera are sick and demented. They need help.'
Karkaroff was still talking. Harry, however, was most definitely not listening. He was probably going on about useless crap he thought would be helpful to Harry. Personally, Harry could care less about what Karkaroff was saying.
All he could think about was the huge, monstrous, razor-like teeth of the rabid chimera of which he would be forced in close proximity of. 'Do they realize that only one wizard in the history of the earth has ever defeated a chimera? WHAT THE HELL? Am I suicidal? No. Am I a masochist? Nope. Am I insane? Occasionally.'
'But really,' he thought, 'This is absolute madness. I refuse to fight such a beast. Surely, father could convince them to pick a less deadly, man- eating, utterly deformed, positively deranged, man-eating, completely dangerous, did I say man-eating beast.' Harry suddenly winced at his thought. He was NOT going to his father about this. He was no child. He must take this task as a man.
Harry suddenly wished badly that he was not a man, but a woman, so that he could scream and cry. 'Yes, cry very very hard. Lots of screaming, naturally. A couple of tantrums would do the trick, since I am apparently spoiled.'
Finally he sighed, thanking Karkaroff; he hurried out of the room and went to his own. Sighing, again, he walked over to his trunk and took out a large book about Defense and Attack Charms, accepting his fate.
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A/N: I UPDATED!! YES!! Thank you for your patience. For those of you that didn't read the not I left in my bio, I was NOT able to update because my parents banned me from writing until I brought up my grades. I just got a 100% on 3 Quizzes in Espanol, so they were in a good mood. Hence my update. Yeah...
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By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction.....)
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff....ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny and maybe some others on the side...
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable. COOKIES to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me SMILE and want to write more!
~blah~ means Parseltongue
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Angel of Death
Chapter 4: * Friend or Foe? *
Ginny Weasley stood in front of her full-length mirror in the 6th year girls' dormitory. She wore a pair of old jeans and a black jumper, both of which fit snugly around her newly developed curves. She smiled as she examined her appearance. She remembered just last year the same black jumper hung loosely around her, making her look twelve rather than fifteen. However, much to her satisfaction, her chest area in particular had grown a great deal.
It was Saturday and Ginny wasn't sure what she would do. Vicky had her Charms Club meeting until lunch and Ron and Neville had secret 'Order stuff' to do until who knows when. Ginny sighed and looked out the window. She spotted smoke coming out of Hagrid's chimney. 'I haven't visited him in a while,' she thought. 'I should go have tea with him and catch up on things,' she decided while reaching for her hairbrush. She quickly brushed her hair and braided it with a plait. She then pulled on her warm winter cloak before happily bouncing out of the room.
Once she arrived at Hagrid's, she joyfully knocked on the door with a little tune. She waited. Ginny could hear Fang barking with excitement but no Hagrid. She frowned slightly and walked around the window. Hagrid, apparently wasn't home. Ginny shrugged and was about to walk away when she remembered the smoke in the chimney. She hurried around to the back of his house expecting him to be in his pumpkin patch but was disappointed. Ginny checked to see if Hagrid left the back door open and indeed he did.
She walked inside and was immediately tackled by Fang. After recovering, the small witch sat down in one of Hagrid's overly large chairs and waited for him to return. He obviously wound not be long if he left his fire going and his back door unlocked. Fang, however, appeared to have different plans. The large dog began to paw at the door and whining, looking back at Ginny. She sighed before giving in. Ginny wrote Hagrid a quick note, explaining where Fang was, in case he returned before her and grabbed Fang's leash.
Ginny and Fang walked near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with the huge dog sniffing along contently. In the distance, Ginny could see the Beauxbatons carriage. Suddenly two very large figures walked out of the carriage. Hagrid and Madam Maxime walked arm and arm, openly flirting, back to the castle. Ginny shuddered at the thought of their possible children.
Ginny followed Fang, who was leading her near the lake. All of a sudden, the large dog stopped still, his nose sniffing the air madly. Then, without further warning, he sprinted forward, dragging a very confused Ginny behind him. Fang's tail was wagging like mad and he was barking happily.
Ginny could make out a figure sitting beneath the beech tree by the lake. He appeared to be reading a large book. Ginny tried to yell and warn the boy he was about to be attacked, but Fang beat her to it. Before the boy had time to realize what was going on, as he had been pounced on by the massive dog.
"Oh Merlin's beard! I'm so sorry!" Ginny said horrified. The poor boy, however, was unable to reply, as his face was currently being licked to death by the overexcited dog. Ginny tried to desperately pull Fang off of him, but as Fang was nearly bigger than she was, it wasn't as easy of a task as she thought.
Finally, when she managed to drag Fang off of the unfortunate soul, she realized who the boy was. As if on cue, she felt her face flush. Harry, Azrael, the son of You-Know-Who, the Angel of Death, the unfairly handsome boy that Ginny should most definitely not blush around, the boy who would result in Ginny's long and painful death by the hands of her mother, take your pick of the ridiculously long list of nicknames; sat wiping the slobber off of his face. He looked rather appalled, to say in the least.
"Sorry," Ginny said quietly, wishing to run back up to her dorm, hide under her bed, and not come out for days.
"S'okay," Harry said wiping the last bit of slobber off of his face. He looked up at her and smiled, "At least he likes me, right? It would have been quite disastrous for me if he didn't. What is he half bear or something?" He said rubbing the back of his head, which had been roughly slammed against the beech tree in Fang's process of pouncing.
Ginny laughed a little, oddly high-pitched. 'Where the hell did THAT come from?' she thought. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was. My friend Hagrid, he is the gamekeeper here, that's who Fang belongs to too, he really loves all kinds of dangerous animals and things. (' What am I SAYING?!') I heard he has a band of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, but Colin Creevy told me that so I doubt it could possibly be true. ('Stop! I am rambling..... Merlin Weasley! Just stop!') Yeah, Hagrid loves anything dangerous so it is quite possible that Fang could be half bear. Though, it is probably illegal. And gross, for that matter. (' I need to die, right now. Please someone just kill me.......WHY AM I STILL TALKING?') But yeah anyway, sorry, erm, I hope he didn't do permanent brain damage. That would be bad," Ginny finished lamely. 'Why do I bother with talking? Or even just existing in the first place?' Ginny thought miserably.
Harry stared at her before laughing, "Yes, brain damage would be quite bad."
Ginny couldn't help but to smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't really know where that came from. I say stupid things when I get nervous." 'Like right now would be a superb example,' she thought.
"Why would you be nervous?" Harry asked playfully.
"I don't know. You're You-Know-Who's son aren't you? You don't really meet the son of madman- er, I mean- Dark Lord everyday."
"Madman would be more accurate." Harry said matter-of-factly while petting Fang.
"Oh," Ginny said not knowing how else to reply.
Harry sat petting Fang for a moment while Ginny stood shifting her feet uncomfortably, trying to think of something witty to say.
"So, you're in the Triwizard Tournament. That's cool." ...So not witty.
"Yeah," said Harry, still petting Fang, adding so much to the conversation.
After another moment Ginny tried again. "Are you really Malfoy's cousin?"
"As unfortunate as it is, yes I am. Oh yeah, sorry for him being such a snot the other day. He's very snotty-like."
Ginny laughed a bit, and to her relief, much more normal this time. "Yes I know. You must have a great time at Christmas. With your cousin being a snot and your dad being a madman...." Ginny's eye widened, thinking she had gone to far, but she was surprised when Harry smiled widely and laughed.
To Ginny's further the surprise, he offered her to sit down next him and the two started to chat amiably. Although it was obvious both of them were avoiding talking about the war, they got along quite well. Harry appreciated Ginny's sarcasm while Ginny took great pleasure at Harry's wicked sense of humor. She was reminded of someone that she couldn't place, when Harry ran a hand through his hair.
After a while, Fang started to get bored and trotted in the freezing lake to search for fish, also dragging Ginny with him. Harry laughed and saved Ginny from potential frostbite. They decided it was time for Fang to go back to Hagrids before he could put anymore people in danger.
When they left Hagrids, Ginny asked if Harry had ever gotten a proper tour of Hogwarts. Harry replied negative. Soon the pair wandered aimlessly around the castle enjoying the warmth of being inside. After Ginny showed Harry the library, they headed to the trophy room.
Ginny was amused when Harry headed straight to the Quidditch section. 'Typical boy.' He gazed in awe of all the trophies and then moved to look at the pictures of record-setting players. Ginny stood contently, admiring Harry's adorableness as he looked at each player wide-eyed and occasionally gasping at some of the records they set. Ginny was soon lost in her own little world which included Harry, leather pants, and lots of whipped cream, when the living and breathing Harry asked her something knocking her out of her dreams.
"What'd you say again?"
"I asked if you knew who this was." He said staring intently at a picture, with a slight frown. Ginny looked to see the picture and gasped. Smiling crookedly at them with a hand ruffling his hair, was James Potter. It was the same picture Sirius had in his photo album. It suddenly clicked whom Harry reminded her of when he was messing with his hair back by the lake.
"So d'you know who he is?" Harry asked not taking an eye off the picture.
"Yeah, that's James Potter. He played for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team back in the 70's. My brother Charlie said he was one of the best players Hogwarts ever had."
"Oh," Harry said quietly. "What does he do now?"
"Erm, well, he is dead, now." Ginny was starting to get uncomfortable. The image of Sirius sitting sadly stroking her cat and saying, 'They think I'm mad because I can't stop thinking that Harry is alive and blaming myself for James's death,' appeared in her head.
Harry paused for a second, biting his lip. "How did he die?"
Ginny was now entirely uncomfortable; she shuffled her feet before saying, "Well, he was killed. About fifteen years ago."
"Oh," Harry said, with his frown deepening. "Why was he killed?"
Ginny stared at him for a minute, incredulously. 'Is he serious? HE WAS KILLED BECAUSE YOUR DAD IS EVIL!'
"I don't know... He and his wife and son where murdered because of the war, I guess. Why do you ask?" Ginny asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, no reason." He stood looking at the picture (James was now whistling to himself, looking bored).
"He just looked familiar," Harry said softly, as if he was telling himself rather than her. "Well, I'd better get back to the ship. Karkaroff said he wanted to talk to me before lunch. I'm pretty sure he going to tell me what the first task is, the bloody cheat."
Harry tore his eyes away from the picture and smiled at her. "Thanks for showing me around, Ginny."
"No problem. Do you know where you're going?" Ginny asked quizzically.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Harry smiled again and muttered another thanks before leaving.
Ginny stood where she was with a frown. She looked back over to James's picture.
"They think I'm mad because I can't stop thinking that Harry is alive and blaming myself for James's death."
'Oh Sirius,' she thought. 'You may just be on to something.'
Instead of going to lunch, Ginny stood wandering the Trophy Room, contemplating what had just occurred. 'Should I tell Dumbledore? Would he think I'm crazy like Sirius? No, I shouldn't go to Dumbledore .... yet. I'll write to Sirius and ask him his advice. I need actual proof for something like this.'
Ginny thought for a moment, pacing around before James's picture (Who was now mimicking her, over exaggerating her puzzled facial expression). Everyone thought Neville would be the one to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but Neville, Ginny was ashamed to admit, wasn't nearly powerful enough to defeat You-Know-Who. What if You-Know-Who was hiding the one who could defeat him all this time? What if he raised him to be on his side? 'It is possible, but not probable,' Ginny thought. She paused, suddenly struck with an idea.
She hurried over to the Head Boy section of the Trophy Room. 'Riddle,' she thought, 'look for Riddle.' The red-haired witch found herself checking and re-checking the list several times. She frowned. Ginny had currently been checking the Head Boys from 1950-1970. 'Maybe he's older then that.' She moved to the section before, 1930-1950.
She bounced happily in victory when she spotted the name Tom Marvolo Riddle, class of 1945. '1945?' Ginny thought with her nose scrunched up in disgust, 'EW, that means he's around 70! That's GROSS! He has a TEEN-AGE son! That, right there, proves he couldn't possibly be Harry's dad. A sixty- year old, having a newborn son, ew. EW! That is so wrong in so many ways! Can a sixty-year old man still have sex anyway?' Ginny shuddered at the thought, deciding not to think any further on the subject.
Moving along with the task at hand, she muttered a handy little charm that produced a picture of the person named. (A/N: I can't make up spells worth crap. Use your imaginations, if you insist.)
She gasped when the picture revealed a young dark haired man, looking back at her with a slight frown. He looked almost exactly like Harry, except for the eyes. 'That didn't help much,' she thought sadly.
Suddenly another idea struck her and she hurried over to the Head Girl section. Ginny remembered Sirius mentioning his cousin Bellatrix, was You- Know-Who's wife. She must be Harry's 'mother' then. When she found Bellatrix Desdemona Black, class of 1975, she muttered the same charm she used before. This time she was pleased with the results. The female Death Eater had long black hair and cool gray eyes; she looked a bit like Sirius, but not like Harry at all.
Ginny was immensely pleased when she looked and saw Lily Marie Evans, class of 1978, the same year as James Potter. 'That must be his wife!' With her heart pounding, she performed the spell a third time. She gasped aloud when Lily's picture appeared. A pretty redheaded witch with bright green eyes smiled pleasantly at her. 'Those eyes.'
The small witch positively sprinted in the direction of Dumbledore's office. She paused when she got to the gargoyle. She didn't know the password. Doubts suddenly clouded Ginny's mind. Dumbledore was the smartest wizard Ginny, had ever met, SURELY he would know whether Harry is really Harry? She snorted when she realized You-Know-Who's creativity with his son's nickname.
Ginny sighed and headed back to her dorm. She would write to Sirius, first. She really needed more proof, before marching up to Harry and announcing he was really someone else.
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'A Chimera. How the hell I am supposed to fight against a freaking Chimera? Are these people mad? No, seriously. The people who came up with teen-age school children fighting a Chimera are sick and demented. They need help.'
Karkaroff was still talking. Harry, however, was most definitely not listening. He was probably going on about useless crap he thought would be helpful to Harry. Personally, Harry could care less about what Karkaroff was saying.
All he could think about was the huge, monstrous, razor-like teeth of the rabid chimera of which he would be forced in close proximity of. 'Do they realize that only one wizard in the history of the earth has ever defeated a chimera? WHAT THE HELL? Am I suicidal? No. Am I a masochist? Nope. Am I insane? Occasionally.'
'But really,' he thought, 'This is absolute madness. I refuse to fight such a beast. Surely, father could convince them to pick a less deadly, man- eating, utterly deformed, positively deranged, man-eating, completely dangerous, did I say man-eating beast.' Harry suddenly winced at his thought. He was NOT going to his father about this. He was no child. He must take this task as a man.
Harry suddenly wished badly that he was not a man, but a woman, so that he could scream and cry. 'Yes, cry very very hard. Lots of screaming, naturally. A couple of tantrums would do the trick, since I am apparently spoiled.'
Finally he sighed, thanking Karkaroff; he hurried out of the room and went to his own. Sighing, again, he walked over to his trunk and took out a large book about Defense and Attack Charms, accepting his fate.
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A/N: I UPDATED!! YES!! Thank you for your patience. For those of you that didn't read the not I left in my bio, I was NOT able to update because my parents banned me from writing until I brought up my grades. I just got a 100% on 3 Quizzes in Espanol, so they were in a good mood. Hence my update. Yeah...
WOOO!! Ginny KNOWS or has an idea. I know it's kinda soon but, hey, it's part of the story. SooO! What'd think of my Harry/Ginny interaction? Was it believable? I tried to make it awkward. Because I'm evil. Hah.
What do you think of the 1st Task? I got really exited when I thought of it!
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