All Good Things
Part 4: When the Future Lies in the Past
(Originally meant to be called The Seeing Stone)
By Kyizi
This part is set in Harry's final year at Hogwarts, Ginny's second last
year.
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Disclaimer: These wonderful characters do not belong to me, they are the property of J.K. Rowling, I'm only playing with them for a while, the only thing that's mine is this story.
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo.
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Distribution: Ask and I'll likely say yes, but please do ask.
Spoilers: All four books will, no doubt come into this at some point.
Feedback: is a precious gift. It's nice to give ;)
E-mail: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
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Notes: I am so sorry about the wait this time! I want to warn you, I've been doped up on Draco/Ginny, so if Harry randomly turns into Draco during this, SORRY! ;-p
Notes 2: Okay, there is now a plan! I had one previously as well, but I have no idea where the heck it went! This is still part 4 of 8 though!
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Ginny rubbed her eyes and closed the book on the table in front of her, staring once again at the stone in her hands. It was a stunning rock; clear crystal and beautifully cut, and resting heavily in her hand. Sirius had handed it to Harry almost reverently and they had spent the last two hours just looking at it, trying to make it work. Sirius had told them that it was a storage device, one that was very difficult to create, so complex that each one was different, and only those that created it would fully understand how to open it.
Her gaze scanned the room and her eyes fell on Harry. His shoulders were hunched slightly as he seemed to be drinking information from the book in front of him. She smiled as she noticed that it was a stance he seemed to have inherited from his Godfather, who was standing to Harry's left.
She knew that it was wrong that it felt so right to be there, but despite the knowledge that Ron and Hermione would feel left out, she couldn't help but be happy that Harry trusted her enough to let her be such a large part of this. More than that, he said that she was the only one who could be there. There was a fluttering in her stomach as that thought registered; there was something that only she could do for Harry and despite telling her heart that she shouldn't get her hopes up, despite the fact that her brain was telling her that he only needed her as a friend, she couldn't help but remember the look in his eyes whenever he was watching her.
She knew that the main reason they were so close was that he felt so left out by Ron and Hermione. The two were doing nothing wrong, their relationship was simply getting deeper and Ginny knew, as Harry did, that it would not be long before Hermione and Ron finally admitted how they felt about each other. But until then, and perhaps even more so when it finally happened, Harry felt like the third wheel.
She knew she should care that the main reason Harry had taken the time to get to know her was because he had no one else, but Ginny preferred to think of it another way. She preferred to think of it as the fates finally realising that she was there and she was waiting for him, and that all they needed to do was find some way to let Harry know that. And they had.
However, despite the fact that Ron and Hermione had each other, and Harry had her, she knew that her brother was beginning to feel left out, and Hermione probably was as well. She often had to force herself not to think of the look she would see in her brother and Hermione's eyes' when he finally found out that Harry and Ginny had been spending so much time with Sirius and not telling them.
She liked that she had a secret with Harry, something that no one else knew about, but she knew Ron wouldn't see it that way. All he would see was Harry shutting him out. Ginny knew what the three friends meant to each other, she had, after all, been jealous of it since Ron had come home from his first year at Hogwarts. She and Ron had been as close as the twins when they were younger, but as soon as Ron had gone to Hogwarts and the fabulous trio had come together, Ginny had been pushed further and further into the background.
She didn't blame Ron, she knew he was only doing what everyone did when they started a new part of their lives, they made friends. Everyone did, well, everyone except from her. No, she had been so shy that the only friend she had made in her first year was a diary possessed by the most powerful dark wizard of their time.
She sighed and curled her legs under her, resting her head against the arm of the couch. She was so tired and if the clock on Dumbledore's wall was right, she wasn't surprised. It was already well past midnight.
She glanced warily up at Harry and smiled. He, Sirius and Dumbledore were looking through Dumbledore's books, trying to find out anything about how to unlock the stone. She watched as Harry closed the book he was holding, placed it on the shelf and made his way over to her.
"Hey," he said softly, sitting on the table opposite her. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair off her face.
She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Hey," she whispered.
"You should sleep."
"I will when you will," she said with a wry smile.
"There's no use in us both being tired."
"But Sirius said it would take us both to open this," Ginny said, holding up the stone.
"And when we've figured out how to do that, I promise I'll wake you."
"But I think I'm close to figuring out the markings on it."
"Really?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Well, no," she blushed. "But they seem so familiar."
"I know." Harry sighed. "I recognise them too."
"Must be in the stars," she said with a wink as Harry rolled his eyes.
"Okay, that's not even funny."
"Hey," she said, playfully swiping his arm. "Divination is a perfectly plausible form of magic, just because you can't tell the difference between tea leaves and a dirty cup doesn't mean that it isn't real. Besides, the secret to You Know Who's downfall is trapped in a crystal ball." Ginny said with a smirk.
Harry shook his head, smiling. "Very funny. Ginny, there is absolutely no truth in anything that Professor Trelawney says. If there was, I'd have died more horrific deaths than I can count on both hands."
"I didn't say that Professor Trelawney was right, I said that Divination is a real form of magic. Most people just have so much trouble believing in it that they won't open their minds to the possibilities or the truths that are right in front of them if they'd take the time to look."
Harry raised his eyes sceptically and turned to Sirius, who had stopped reading and was watching them with what Ginny could only describe as a wistful gaze. "Sirius, back me up here."
Sirius smiled, almost sadly and shook his head. "I never got involved in this debate in the past, and I won't start now. Actually," Sirius said with a frown. "That's a lie, I did get involved and I instantly regretted it. Never tempt fate more than once." Sirius winked at her and turned back to his book, but Ginny could tell his mind was elsewhere.
She turned to Harry, but her confusion was nothing to what she could read on his face. He turned to her and she smiled. "What was that about?"
"I have no idea." Harry shrugged. "But from the way he was talking, I'd guess."
"Your parents?" Ginny asked when he seemed unable to continue.
Harry nodded and turned back to look at Sirius. "He really misses them."
"I know."
"I just wish there was someone who could be there for him."
"He has you, Harry." Ginny reached out and touched his shoulder and he faced her with a small smile. "And he has me, and Professor Lupin and Hermione and Ron and Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore. There are a lot of people here who love him and trust him."
"I know that, but." Harry sighed. "But it's not the same. He never really got the chance to say goodbye to them, he never really got the chance to do much of anything. He was barely out of school when they took him to Azkaban and he's still running, Ginny."
"And as soon as we sort this mess out, we'll catch Peter Pettigrew and we'll clear Sirius' name. He'll have a life, Harry, and he'll always have us."
"Thank you."
Ginny shrugged. "What for?"
"For being here." Harry said, and she could see that he was getting slightly uncomfortable. She knew he had trouble talking about his feelings, but he seemed determined to continue. "Thank you for staying when you should be out there having fun, living your life."
"Harry," she said sadly. "No one can really live their lives. Not really, not while You Know Who is allowed destroy everything around us. If I can do something to help the people around me, the people I love, live, then I'll do it. No matter the cost."
"Ginny, I want you to promise me something." When her only answer was a frown, Harry continued. "I want you to promise me that when he comes, when Voldemort comes here, to the school, that you'll run. I want you to promise me that you'll keep yourself safe no matter what."
Ginny blinked back tears and forced herself to remain calm, giving him a watery smile. "I won't make a promise that I can't keep, Harry." When he started to protest, she placed a finger over his lips. "Harry, you never had a choice about where you stood in this war. You've never been given the choice of where to stand when You Know Who comes. You were born into this."
"And you weren't, which is why you should keep yourself safe!"
"And how would I live, Harry." It was his turn to frown and Ginny leaned a little closer to him. "You said I should have the chance to live a normal life, well, that normal life is going to include you, Harry Potter, whether you like it or not." He smiled at her, but she could sense he was still about to protest. "I will be by your side if and when you need me, because you will need someone. And I know you have Hermione and Ron and I know that I can never compete with what the three of you have, and that's all right. I don't want to compete with them. But I am here, Harry and I will continue to be here until the day I die."
"I.Ginny, I don't want to lose you."
"You won't. Not ever. But that works both ways, Harry. Because I can't lose you; I won't lose you. Think about it, Harry, if it was me, would you let me go into it on my own? If the roles were reversed and I was telling you to keep yourself safe, would you do it?"
Ginny was almost afraid to hear his answer as she stared at him, almost frozen in his gaze. She didn't know what she would do if he rejected her, not when she had just bared her soul to him so openly. It seemed to take forever before he spoke, but, when he placed his hand over the one she had on his cheek, she could see it in his eyes.
"No, I wouldn't leave you. I'll never leave you."
Harry reached out a hand to stroke Ginny's face and she leaned into his touch, aware that her breathing was slightly laboured, but no longer caring that she was in the headmaster's office. As long as Harry kept touching her so tenderly, she could care less where she was or who else was in the room.
She knew what was happening, she knew that he was leaning closer, but her head kept telling her heart to be quiet; that it couldn't be happening, that Harry Potter was not about to kiss her. But as his lips gently brushed against hers, Ginny stopped thinking altogether.
She felt Harry's hand running down her cheek, sending tingles through her entire body. She moved closer and tentatively opened her mouth a little, inviting him to deepen the kiss. As she felt his tongue gently probing her mouth, he placed a hand over hers on the stone.
A bright silver light engulfed the room, blinding them momentarily and they jumped apart. When Ginny opened her eyes, she gasped. The air around them seemed to have been covered in glitter, an odd sparkling of fiery shapes appearing seemingly at random points in the room. She saw movement in her peripheral vision ad glanced at Sirius and Dumbledore, who were also regarding the room with an element of surprise.
She looked at Harry, but he seemed transfixed, his gaze resting on some point behind her. His look was so stunned that she was almost afraid to see what he was looking at. Bracing herself, she turned unable to stop herself from gasping again, her breath almost stopping.
Harry's parents stood before them.
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End of Part 4
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As always, feedback is a gift that's always well received :)
A/N: These are some things that were brought to my attention by Loriel when
she read Part 3 and I wanted to clarify
"I don't think you could keep up with me, Seamus," she smiled sweetly. "From the way Parvati tells it, you're a in and out kinda guy." *shock* Ginny is waaay to young and innocent for this kind of talk! Yeah, right!
Okay, Ginny shocked herself here! She's not even sure where she got the guts. Point is, with Harry's friendship, she feels a lot more confident and less like the little girl that lusted after him.
"Now, if you'll excuse us," Ginny stood up, pulling Harry with her, although she didn't really have the courage to look at him. "Harry and I are off to find somewhere quiet and secluded to make a start on all those babies." ROTFL! I can't imagine Ginny *ever* being brave enough to do this, but its definitely a very Ginnyish thing to do!
Pretty much as above!
"You Know Who is on the move again." Question: Doesn't Sirius call him by his name?
I think that Sirius is all too aware that Ginny might not appreciate him using Voldemort's name. As is implied in the previous parts, he's got to know Ginny a lot better so he would know this.
Part 4: When the Future Lies in the Past
(Originally meant to be called The Seeing Stone)
By Kyizi
This part is set in Harry's final year at Hogwarts, Ginny's second last
year.
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Disclaimer: These wonderful characters do not belong to me, they are the property of J.K. Rowling, I'm only playing with them for a while, the only thing that's mine is this story.
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo.
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Distribution: Ask and I'll likely say yes, but please do ask.
Spoilers: All four books will, no doubt come into this at some point.
Feedback: is a precious gift. It's nice to give ;)
E-mail: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
Yahoo ! Group : KyiziFic
Notes: I am so sorry about the wait this time! I want to warn you, I've been doped up on Draco/Ginny, so if Harry randomly turns into Draco during this, SORRY! ;-p
Notes 2: Okay, there is now a plan! I had one previously as well, but I have no idea where the heck it went! This is still part 4 of 8 though!
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Ginny rubbed her eyes and closed the book on the table in front of her, staring once again at the stone in her hands. It was a stunning rock; clear crystal and beautifully cut, and resting heavily in her hand. Sirius had handed it to Harry almost reverently and they had spent the last two hours just looking at it, trying to make it work. Sirius had told them that it was a storage device, one that was very difficult to create, so complex that each one was different, and only those that created it would fully understand how to open it.
Her gaze scanned the room and her eyes fell on Harry. His shoulders were hunched slightly as he seemed to be drinking information from the book in front of him. She smiled as she noticed that it was a stance he seemed to have inherited from his Godfather, who was standing to Harry's left.
She knew that it was wrong that it felt so right to be there, but despite the knowledge that Ron and Hermione would feel left out, she couldn't help but be happy that Harry trusted her enough to let her be such a large part of this. More than that, he said that she was the only one who could be there. There was a fluttering in her stomach as that thought registered; there was something that only she could do for Harry and despite telling her heart that she shouldn't get her hopes up, despite the fact that her brain was telling her that he only needed her as a friend, she couldn't help but remember the look in his eyes whenever he was watching her.
She knew that the main reason they were so close was that he felt so left out by Ron and Hermione. The two were doing nothing wrong, their relationship was simply getting deeper and Ginny knew, as Harry did, that it would not be long before Hermione and Ron finally admitted how they felt about each other. But until then, and perhaps even more so when it finally happened, Harry felt like the third wheel.
She knew she should care that the main reason Harry had taken the time to get to know her was because he had no one else, but Ginny preferred to think of it another way. She preferred to think of it as the fates finally realising that she was there and she was waiting for him, and that all they needed to do was find some way to let Harry know that. And they had.
However, despite the fact that Ron and Hermione had each other, and Harry had her, she knew that her brother was beginning to feel left out, and Hermione probably was as well. She often had to force herself not to think of the look she would see in her brother and Hermione's eyes' when he finally found out that Harry and Ginny had been spending so much time with Sirius and not telling them.
She liked that she had a secret with Harry, something that no one else knew about, but she knew Ron wouldn't see it that way. All he would see was Harry shutting him out. Ginny knew what the three friends meant to each other, she had, after all, been jealous of it since Ron had come home from his first year at Hogwarts. She and Ron had been as close as the twins when they were younger, but as soon as Ron had gone to Hogwarts and the fabulous trio had come together, Ginny had been pushed further and further into the background.
She didn't blame Ron, she knew he was only doing what everyone did when they started a new part of their lives, they made friends. Everyone did, well, everyone except from her. No, she had been so shy that the only friend she had made in her first year was a diary possessed by the most powerful dark wizard of their time.
She sighed and curled her legs under her, resting her head against the arm of the couch. She was so tired and if the clock on Dumbledore's wall was right, she wasn't surprised. It was already well past midnight.
She glanced warily up at Harry and smiled. He, Sirius and Dumbledore were looking through Dumbledore's books, trying to find out anything about how to unlock the stone. She watched as Harry closed the book he was holding, placed it on the shelf and made his way over to her.
"Hey," he said softly, sitting on the table opposite her. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair off her face.
She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Hey," she whispered.
"You should sleep."
"I will when you will," she said with a wry smile.
"There's no use in us both being tired."
"But Sirius said it would take us both to open this," Ginny said, holding up the stone.
"And when we've figured out how to do that, I promise I'll wake you."
"But I think I'm close to figuring out the markings on it."
"Really?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Well, no," she blushed. "But they seem so familiar."
"I know." Harry sighed. "I recognise them too."
"Must be in the stars," she said with a wink as Harry rolled his eyes.
"Okay, that's not even funny."
"Hey," she said, playfully swiping his arm. "Divination is a perfectly plausible form of magic, just because you can't tell the difference between tea leaves and a dirty cup doesn't mean that it isn't real. Besides, the secret to You Know Who's downfall is trapped in a crystal ball." Ginny said with a smirk.
Harry shook his head, smiling. "Very funny. Ginny, there is absolutely no truth in anything that Professor Trelawney says. If there was, I'd have died more horrific deaths than I can count on both hands."
"I didn't say that Professor Trelawney was right, I said that Divination is a real form of magic. Most people just have so much trouble believing in it that they won't open their minds to the possibilities or the truths that are right in front of them if they'd take the time to look."
Harry raised his eyes sceptically and turned to Sirius, who had stopped reading and was watching them with what Ginny could only describe as a wistful gaze. "Sirius, back me up here."
Sirius smiled, almost sadly and shook his head. "I never got involved in this debate in the past, and I won't start now. Actually," Sirius said with a frown. "That's a lie, I did get involved and I instantly regretted it. Never tempt fate more than once." Sirius winked at her and turned back to his book, but Ginny could tell his mind was elsewhere.
She turned to Harry, but her confusion was nothing to what she could read on his face. He turned to her and she smiled. "What was that about?"
"I have no idea." Harry shrugged. "But from the way he was talking, I'd guess."
"Your parents?" Ginny asked when he seemed unable to continue.
Harry nodded and turned back to look at Sirius. "He really misses them."
"I know."
"I just wish there was someone who could be there for him."
"He has you, Harry." Ginny reached out and touched his shoulder and he faced her with a small smile. "And he has me, and Professor Lupin and Hermione and Ron and Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore. There are a lot of people here who love him and trust him."
"I know that, but." Harry sighed. "But it's not the same. He never really got the chance to say goodbye to them, he never really got the chance to do much of anything. He was barely out of school when they took him to Azkaban and he's still running, Ginny."
"And as soon as we sort this mess out, we'll catch Peter Pettigrew and we'll clear Sirius' name. He'll have a life, Harry, and he'll always have us."
"Thank you."
Ginny shrugged. "What for?"
"For being here." Harry said, and she could see that he was getting slightly uncomfortable. She knew he had trouble talking about his feelings, but he seemed determined to continue. "Thank you for staying when you should be out there having fun, living your life."
"Harry," she said sadly. "No one can really live their lives. Not really, not while You Know Who is allowed destroy everything around us. If I can do something to help the people around me, the people I love, live, then I'll do it. No matter the cost."
"Ginny, I want you to promise me something." When her only answer was a frown, Harry continued. "I want you to promise me that when he comes, when Voldemort comes here, to the school, that you'll run. I want you to promise me that you'll keep yourself safe no matter what."
Ginny blinked back tears and forced herself to remain calm, giving him a watery smile. "I won't make a promise that I can't keep, Harry." When he started to protest, she placed a finger over his lips. "Harry, you never had a choice about where you stood in this war. You've never been given the choice of where to stand when You Know Who comes. You were born into this."
"And you weren't, which is why you should keep yourself safe!"
"And how would I live, Harry." It was his turn to frown and Ginny leaned a little closer to him. "You said I should have the chance to live a normal life, well, that normal life is going to include you, Harry Potter, whether you like it or not." He smiled at her, but she could sense he was still about to protest. "I will be by your side if and when you need me, because you will need someone. And I know you have Hermione and Ron and I know that I can never compete with what the three of you have, and that's all right. I don't want to compete with them. But I am here, Harry and I will continue to be here until the day I die."
"I.Ginny, I don't want to lose you."
"You won't. Not ever. But that works both ways, Harry. Because I can't lose you; I won't lose you. Think about it, Harry, if it was me, would you let me go into it on my own? If the roles were reversed and I was telling you to keep yourself safe, would you do it?"
Ginny was almost afraid to hear his answer as she stared at him, almost frozen in his gaze. She didn't know what she would do if he rejected her, not when she had just bared her soul to him so openly. It seemed to take forever before he spoke, but, when he placed his hand over the one she had on his cheek, she could see it in his eyes.
"No, I wouldn't leave you. I'll never leave you."
Harry reached out a hand to stroke Ginny's face and she leaned into his touch, aware that her breathing was slightly laboured, but no longer caring that she was in the headmaster's office. As long as Harry kept touching her so tenderly, she could care less where she was or who else was in the room.
She knew what was happening, she knew that he was leaning closer, but her head kept telling her heart to be quiet; that it couldn't be happening, that Harry Potter was not about to kiss her. But as his lips gently brushed against hers, Ginny stopped thinking altogether.
She felt Harry's hand running down her cheek, sending tingles through her entire body. She moved closer and tentatively opened her mouth a little, inviting him to deepen the kiss. As she felt his tongue gently probing her mouth, he placed a hand over hers on the stone.
A bright silver light engulfed the room, blinding them momentarily and they jumped apart. When Ginny opened her eyes, she gasped. The air around them seemed to have been covered in glitter, an odd sparkling of fiery shapes appearing seemingly at random points in the room. She saw movement in her peripheral vision ad glanced at Sirius and Dumbledore, who were also regarding the room with an element of surprise.
She looked at Harry, but he seemed transfixed, his gaze resting on some point behind her. His look was so stunned that she was almost afraid to see what he was looking at. Bracing herself, she turned unable to stop herself from gasping again, her breath almost stopping.
Harry's parents stood before them.
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End of Part 4
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As always, feedback is a gift that's always well received :)
A/N: These are some things that were brought to my attention by Loriel when
she read Part 3 and I wanted to clarify
"I don't think you could keep up with me, Seamus," she smiled sweetly. "From the way Parvati tells it, you're a in and out kinda guy." *shock* Ginny is waaay to young and innocent for this kind of talk! Yeah, right!
Okay, Ginny shocked herself here! She's not even sure where she got the guts. Point is, with Harry's friendship, she feels a lot more confident and less like the little girl that lusted after him.
"Now, if you'll excuse us," Ginny stood up, pulling Harry with her, although she didn't really have the courage to look at him. "Harry and I are off to find somewhere quiet and secluded to make a start on all those babies." ROTFL! I can't imagine Ginny *ever* being brave enough to do this, but its definitely a very Ginnyish thing to do!
Pretty much as above!
"You Know Who is on the move again." Question: Doesn't Sirius call him by his name?
I think that Sirius is all too aware that Ginny might not appreciate him using Voldemort's name. As is implied in the previous parts, he's got to know Ginny a lot better so he would know this.