November 20, 2004
AR: Sorry for the wait, but between schoolwork, putting on a play, and getting my ass kicked my muse BUAHAHAHA that'll teach you to insult me you pimply dick! blinks ...ok then! ... As i was saying; sorry i took so long to update, but you should expect me to take about this long (wo weeks) for most everything, becasue of all the stuff i've got going on.
Review Responses:
Death4Life- cool name.This was originally a one-shot, but i felt the need to explore your ideas. Just to lett youknow, it might not be a long story. I'm not going to have him shape up and be allStepford,and there's omnly so much a person can do. If you have any more ideas, i'd love to hear about them.
Samurai Demon-God Sekikage: Well i am a rambler, so my fics are probly ramble-happy, too. Besides, Ginny was distraught, and rambling usually occurs when people are panicking or whatever.
hpgoldensnitch- Yes, daerk fic, it's got dark issues and everything. I'm glad you found it interesting.
Thanks for the reviews, people!
AN: FYI-flashbacks, thoughts, what's happening now.
The Ogre and the Princess
He cant take his eyes off the purpling flesh where he had struck her. He trys to tell herthat he'ssorry, but his mouth is glued shut. It's not that he isn't apologetic, becausehe is. He always is, and that 's the problem; this keeps happening. His always the ogre doing horrible things to the beautiful princess. If you really felt badly about it, you wouldn't continue doing it, a nasty little voice inside him pointed out...
His old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's words keep circling around his brain, berating him mercilessly with that suspicion Lupin had confronted him with two months ago; " I doubt that you mean for it to happen, but it still does. She's going to end up in the hospital one day, and they won'tapproach this asdelicatly as I have. If there are any suspicions, they will attack. I dont want to think this, but she's always in pain. You aren't...hurting her are you?"
"Of course not! I love Ginny!" The fact that the wearwolf had even asked him had stung horribly. But his vehement exclamation had soothed the older man's mind and no questions have been raised again. Not externally, anyway...
Harry Potter hadn't been sleeping well since that night. Technically, he hasn't been sleeping well for years, but the imsomnia and nightmares got steadly more creative after Lupin's confrontation. After waking up for the fifth night in a row from avision of him beating Ginny to death with a marshmellow after his fiancee had offered him Swiss cheese with a side of Voldemort, Harry decided something needed to be done.
For several weeks, he tried drinking chamomile tea,spells, potions, everything he could think of, but he still had the terrifying nightmares that didnt end when he woke up, because he'd see Ginny withlarge welts on her body. He tried to sleep on the couch a few times, get as far away form her as possible, but she'd always come and drag him with her to their bedroom, where she'd be puttin on loads of makeup in the morning.
"I love Ginny" Now looking at her, hearing the gasps of pain as she slowly unwraps her towel and puts on her clothes, Harry finds himself once again at an empass. He knows he can't live without her, she's been his saving grace, his maiden in shining armor, but he knows that he's not her prince. The couple lived happily ever after in the end, didn't they? Happy isn't what Harry thinks of when he examines their relationship.
He's been the one lying on the floor, taking the brunt of other people's displaced anger. Harry knows what it's like to plead with someone, to be a four year old begging for forgiveness for breaking a dish, praying for his uncle to go easy on him. He remembers being taught about the story of Cinderella, andwondering if someone would rescue him from the evil uncle Vernon. But now...
If you really felt badly about it, you wouldn't continue doing it. He can't kill himself. If it wasn't for that prophecy, he would have done it in an instant, but theDeath Eaters have yet to be stopped. He used to think that the war would be over soon, and that he would take Voldemort out and things would be alright from there. ButHarry is twenty one years old now, and Tom Riddle's still alive and cursing.
She touches his shoulder, "Get a move on, Harry, you'll be late for work. And remember; Order meeting tonight." He nodds, and numbly reaches over to pull on a pair on jeans. He's always found Muggle clothes comfortable, and wearing them under his robes makes it easy for him to be inconspicuous if he needs to be,something essential forthe branchof the Department of Magical Law Inforcement that he works in.
Harry knows what the logical solution to this messthat he hascreated is, but he doesn'tknow if he's strong enough to make the type of sacrifice that particular solution would entail. Ginny kisses him, then apparates to her own job. Whatever i am going to do, i'd better do it fast or, fuck the hospital, she'll end upin a morgue!
AN: ok...ginny isnt the only one who's character changed while i was writing this...Review and tell me what you think, or i'll sic my muses on you!