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Title: Lost Souls Forever
Summary: "I'm taking you home Gin..." he says quietly, "we're going home..." She gazes at him blankly, before turning her head slowly back to the wall. "Harry ..."
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In answer to a recurring question in the reviews, I cannot yet tell you why Ginny is 'mad'; you will find out soon, you just have to be patient!
A Harry and GInny Dreamer: Sorry I didn't email you! I only just noticed that's what it said on your review! I'm sorry though but aside from the fact that Ginny is a bit crazy at the moment for reasons you will find out later, I cannot reveal any more of the story or else I will ruin it for you!! Very Sorry, but all will be explained!
Paranoidish: Now I think about it, I suppose it did sound a bit more like Moody! Never mind, we don't know a whole lot about Kingsley anyway, and recent events (in my fic) may have changed him ...
He headed quickly down the road until he arrived at a small red telephone box, typing the right number in, as he'd seen Mr Weasley do so long ago, he soon entered the Atrium, it was swarming with wizards, Harry weaved his way through, and headed up to the small office he used to share with his partner. He entered and closed the door, the office contained two desks and a couple of filing cabinets, one desk was piled with paper, reports and god-knows what, the other desk was completely empty, polished to unnatural shine, chair tucked in neatly. Harry avoided looking at the desk and he would until they finally assigned him a new partner, although no one would ever replace the old one:
-Flashback-
"She definitely likes me Harry," a confident voice was saying loudly through the shuffling of papers, Harry lifted his head slowly off the desk and looked blearily up at his partner, pulling a napkin off his face.
"We're going out to dinner" the same voice continued, "she's getting time off at the hospital"
"Oh?" Harry said, trying to sound interested and failing as he half-heartedly shuffled a few papers around.
"What's wrong with you?" the voice said, the sound of a quill scratching away stopped.
"T-t-tired" Harry yawned, swilling down some coffee and making a face as he realised it was cold.
"You didn't have to go and help Ginny last night. Honestly, she's so selfish sometimes, keeping you up all night" the quill scratching resumed as he spoke.
"I didn't mind" Harry said, trying to hide a smirk.
"His partner looked at him curiously, and Harry hastily wiped the smile off his face and ran a hand through his already messy hair:
"So you and Hermione are going on a date?" he asked.
"Yep! His partner said proudly, he looked worried for a moment, "but don't tell her that! I think she thinks it's a friendly drink, until I make my move" he said in a 'would be' come-to-bed voice, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Harry snorted and ignored the hurt look of his friend:
"Ron, Ron, Ron" he sighed, laying his head back on the table.
"Well, you don't seem to be having much luck with the ladies!" Ron scorned, "I swear you haven't been out with a girl for at least two years! Except Hermione ob-"he stopped in his tracks and sent Harry a suspicious look. Harry rolled his eyes. Ron's expression cleared:
"Well?" he demanded
"What?!" Harry whined, squeezing his eyes closed, "what are you going to do tonight?" Ron prompted, "When me and Hermione are on our date," he added, smirking.
"Helping Ginny" Harry muttered.
"Again?" Ron said surprised, "Look Harry, I'll have a word with her, it's not fair her guilt-tripping you into helping her decorate-"
"It's ok!" Harry interrupted a little too quickly, there was an uncomfortable silence, and Ron seemed to be thinking. All of a sudden his expression changed and he jumped out of his seat sending an inkbottle flying:
"YOU! YOU'RE DATING MY LITTLE SISTER!"
"Ron-" Harry tried to explain, the door suddenly opened and Ginny was stood there, her red hair looking slightly windswept about her shoulders and a blush in her cheeks, looking between them she said to Harry:
"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a coffee?"
Ron slammed his hand down onto the table:
"YOU'RE DATING MY BEST FRIEND!"
"Point?" Ginny said coolly, Ron opened his mouth to retort and Harry let his head fall onto the desk again.
-End of Flashback-Harry smiled wryly, that had taken some explaining to Ron, all those late nights spent 'decorating' Ginny's new flat. He had gotten over it in the end, although Harry would never forget, standing in the Weasley living room, all the Weasley boys, arrayed in front of him, cross-armed and frowning, while an ecstatic Mrs Weasley started making wedding plans.
He tore his gaze away from the empty desk and went over to his own, pulling various bit of paper, quills and other auror-related items out he shoved them in his bag and headed for the exit.
In no time at all, he was back outside his flat, explaining to Mrs Parker who 'that girl' was:
"She's a friend, who I'm going away with", he explained patiently.
"You're going away?" she said suspiciously
"For a little while" Harry answered, glancing anxiously at the stairs.
"Well, give me your keys and I'll water your plants," she said, holding out her claw like fingers.
"Don't have any plants," Harry said calmly
"Well, I'll need to feed the cat" she said.
"Since when have I had a cat?" Harry said looking at the old woman in astonishment.
"Well you never tell me anything," she muttered, "for all I know you might have! That brute of a dog would probably have eaten it anyway" she sniffed, looking at him reproachfully.
"What dog?" Harry questioned rubbing his temple.
"The big black one" she said waving a hand vaguely. "Knocked over my bin. I had to throw my best saucepan at it-" sensing she was going to go into a tirade about dented saucepans, Harry quickly jumped in:
"Anyway, I'd better go! Packing!" he bounded up the stairs, she shouted after him:
"Where are you going?"
"Germany!" Harry yelled back, thinking of the first name in his head.
"What's the dial code!" she shouted, "in case of fire-"her words were cut off as Harry shut his door.
He took his bag off his shoulder, and fishing about in the corner found a suitcase. Going quietly into his bedroom he noted Ginny was asleep and tiptoeing over to his wardrobe, he pulled out an armful of muggle clothes, which he'd proudly bought with his first paycheque, then he'd had a wonderful afternoon burning all his/Dudley's old clothes in the Weasleys garden.
He shoved all of them into the suitcase as well as a few books, his wand and everything in his bag he'd brought from the Ministry. He put the wizarding money in his suitcase as well, and the muggle money in his back pocket. When all the packing was done, he zipped up the suitcase and stood it by the door, ready to go.
Glancing up at the clock Harry thought quickly, they really needed to go as soon as possible, but he didn't want to drag Ginny down past Mrs Parker again, it was 4.30 now, if they waited until 8.00, she'd be safely in her flat watching Eastenders for a least half an hour. He ran a hand through his hair worryingly and began going through his apartment once again; packing some old photo albums that might be useful for Ginny to look at.
At 7.00, he went back into his bedroom and roused Ginny gently; she sat up yawning and rubbing her eyes:
"We're going to go away now Ginny, I need you to get dressed." She looked at him disapprovingly and Harry was caught off guard for a minute, at the unusual sight of expression in her hazel eyes, pulling himself together he held out a pair of small jeans and one of his old jumpers. She took them hesitantly and lifted her arms up; Harry stared for a minute, before grasping the nightdress at the bottom and pulling it gently over her head.
He helped her put the jumper on over her faded red T-Shirt and then pulled the jeans on, securing them with a belt. She looked a lot better now, the jumper was a bit long for her arms, but all in all it seemed to fit quite well. Harry hesitated for a minute, before he took a comb from his bedside draw and sitting down carefully behind her he began combing her waist-length hair slowly, she flinched a few times when he got a knot, and kept leaning back onto him, but soon he was finished and helping her up they walked back into the sitting room. Harry picked up the suitcase, opening the door. Ginny walked down the stairs, shuffling slightly in the oversized trainers Harry had given her.
When they reached he last step before they had to go past Mrs Parkers flat, Harry put his finger to his lips and said 'Sssshhhh!" quietly, Ginny gave him a hesitant smile, before tiptoeing slowly over to the door, she fiddled around with the handle for a while before it clicked open, turning around she gave Harry a proud smile, which her returned, and they crept out of the house, Harry locked the door, then for the second time that day, hailed a taxi.
"Waterloo Station" he told the driver as Ginny got in the taxi, he pulled the suitcase into the back with them and they set off for the station. Ginny looked nervously out of the window, one hand clenched on the seat.
A soon as they arrived, Harry bought two tickets for Dover, manoeuvring Ginny quickly through the station they soon got on the train, and a little while later they were safe, speeding through the countryside, Ginny leaning against Harry, her eyes were closed, but he was sure she wasn't sleeping. When they arrived in Dover in the early hours of the morning, they went down to the docks, and Harry handed over the two tickets for France he had ordered a week before and they boarded the huge ferry.
He had booked rooms, as he was not sure what Ginny would be like when they boarded the boat, they immediately headed downstairs. Looking out of the porthole as the White Cliffs of Dover became smaller and smaller, Harry felt a surge of relief, and a tinge of loneliness, he was leaving his home, even though he had many bad memories, Britain would always be home, and he would always love it, and after all, most of the people of that Island believed he was their saviour. With the guiltiness, tugging at his heart, he turned from the window; Ginny was sitting on one of the beds looking up at him curiously.
He smiled at her, and sitting down next to her, he hesitantly leant his head on her shoulder, she smiled at him warmly, Harry felt himself drift off to sleep and was only vaguely aware that his head was resting on her lap, and her slender fingers were running through his messy brown hair, Harry was just starting to drift off, warm and comfortable when he swore he heard a soft voice singing:
Weasley is our King ...
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