Night Time Chapter 5
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Harry woke up in a cold sweat, panting. He started to panic, 'Where am I. Where's Ginny!' he thought. Ginny and Zoey appeared over him, looking down at him. Harry let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. He was at the Burrow, in Ginny's old room.
Zoey was looking curiously at him. She crawled to him from her spot and climbed on top of him. After seating herslef on his stomach, she leaned forward to run her little hand down Harry's cheek and then placed a butterfly kiss on his other cheek. She then said, " 'S okay Uncky Arry. Zoey and Aunt Inny here."
Harry smiled and placed his hand over her's on his face and gently took it. "Thank you bug. I didn't mean to wake you up." Zoey just grinned widely at him.
Ginny then leaned over and placed one hand next to Harry's opposite side, propping herself up over him and Zoey. Her eyebrow's furrowed, she asked, "Are you okay?"
Harry's breathing had returned to normal and he nodded. Little Zoey took that as an okay for her to go back to sleep. She slipped off harry's stomach and burrowed down between where Harry lay and Ginny sat. In no time she was cuddled up to Harry's side fast asleep.
Ginny drew the blanket up over Zoey and Harry before turning her attention back to Harry.
"What was it?" she asked. Her other hand she brought up to brush the hair off his forehead. He closed his eyes and she continued running her fingers through his raven hair. She knew it calmed him and within moments she felt him relax.
"Love. Tell me…it's okay." She coaxed.
Harry breathed deeply and started, "It was only a normal dream. The last battle. You being captured. Just the same memories."
Ginny looked at him doubtful, "Harry, don't lie to me. That dream never bother's you that bad. The look in your eyes when you woke up was pure terror and heart-break. I know there was more."
Harry looked away shamefully. She was right. But could he tell her what he really witnessed? Ginny stooped forwards to meet his eyes. Harry saw that she wasn't going to give up. Sighing and defeated, Harry relieved the dream to her.
"It was the normal dream. But it didn't end like it always does. Instead of Voldemort vanishing like always…leaving us there in the forest…he went…he went straight for you and…you…you…you were gone. Just like that. I couldn't…I couldn't find you. I…I looked everywhere. Then everything went black. When I could see again, I recognized the place. I could hear Voldemort laughing. Then…then I knew what he had planned." Harry paused breathing hard,. When he continued he spoke rapidly, a hard painful look over his features. " I knew what he was going to do. He had brought me there to finish what he had started. Only he wasn't going to kill me…physically." Harry's voice now urgent. "He wanted to break my spirit, my reason to live. He brought me back to the place where it all stated. Godric Hollow. He was going to finish what he started. He was going to kill…you. He was going to take my family again." Harry's eyes were filled with tears as he raised his gaze to meet hers. "He was going to kill me by killing you. I was tied to a chimney from my parent's house. He conjured echoes of mum and dad…Cedric…Hagrid…people's echoes just kept appearing all around me. All looking at me with blank, empty, dull stared." Harry's hands were at his head. His fingers gripped his hair tightly.
"And then there was you. You were inside this blue tube like force field. Calling for me to help you, not to let him kill you. And I didn't help you. When the echoed appeared Voldemort released me…but… the echoes…I couldn't get past them. I couldn't make myself walk through the echoes to get to you."
"Voldemort laughed and asked me, didn't I love you? Then he called a spell, but I didn't know what happened. But…but you did. He had cut the supply of oxygen to you. You began to feel the lack of oxygen and cried, begging me to help you, to save you. But I didn't Ginny. I stood there and watched you slowly sufficate. And I didn't do anything about it. How could I just stand there and watch you die like that Ginny. My god I just stood there…"
Tears were streaming down his face by mid-way through his dream. Ginny felt the heavy tears falling down her face as well. Her chest hurt from the pain she felt ripping through her body. Surges pain emitted from Harry, sending wave after wave of electric misery into Ginny's body. She didn't say a word. She forced love and compassion back to him, comforting him slightly. Ginny then scooted up the bed so her back was against the headboard and gently laid Harry's head into her lap. Carefully, so as not a wake The sleeping Zoey between them.
She took Harry's hand, intertwined their fingers and kissed the back of it. She continued running her other hand through his hair in a motherly fashion.
"Harry. It wasn't read. See I'm still here. It's okay. And don't feel like that, you didn't fail anyone." She continued to coo softly. Reassuring harry that everything was okay.
Several Hours Later:
As the sun came up, Harry sleepily looked up into Ginny's tired eyes. "Gin. Come on. Lay back don. You need to get some sleep."
He tugged on her hand until she wearily complied. She carefully slid down next to Harry, onto the opposite side of the Zoey and laid her head next to Harry's. As she pulled the blanket over her body, she gave Harry a quick kiss and then snuggled down next to him and Zoey, instantly drifting off into a fitful sleep.
Two few hours later, Mrs. Weasley called through the door for them to get up. Moments later before they had moved from their spots, Bill and Charlie came through the door followed closely by Fred and George. The twin's eyes lit up at the sight of Harry and Ginny in bed together until they spotted Zoey. Fred no so quietly said, "Oh well we can still give them hell, Harry anyway. Plus they were up here for quite awhile before Z came in. Just think of all the possibilities." The both smirked evilly. George put his hands on his hips and mock glared at the two. "Well there better not have been any 'possibilities' in here. Just imagine what Z could have walked in and saw…Or worse. What I could have walked in a saw. I'd be blind." The other three Weasleys broke into fits of laughter at George's statement, until Ron spoke.
Ron had been walking by the room just as George spoke. He called out, "It couldn't have been any worse that what I saw yesterday at their flat. That was just sick and wrong. No brother should know that much about his sister."
All the boys paled at that. Harry and Ginny turned a deep shade of red.
Ginny yelled out, "Ron you saw nothing but us kissing. And you know it. Hell I had my clothes on. Surly you've seen that much of me before you prat." Her temper with Ron was still sharp from the night before.
Harry and the four original Weasleys watched the exchange.
Ron's comeback was instantaneous, "Well from the looks of things your clothes weren't gonna be on for very much longer as half of them were already on the floor. Not to mention Harry was down to only his Quidditch pants."
Ginny's cheeks tinged again. The other Weasleys paled more as the unwanted mental picture assaulted their minds. "Oh bugger off Ron. I have witnessed quite a few things you wouldn't want any of our dear sweet brothers to know." Ron's ears went pink and he instantly vacated the doorway.
Before he was out of sight, Ginny straightened her arm and pointed her index and pinky finger at Ron. Closing her eyes she concentrated hard and just as quickly, she opened them, dropped her arm, and lay back in bed smiling.
Fred and George's eyes shined proudly, for they knew Ginny had just retaliated. They quickly exited the room, heading for the kitchen. Before they had reached the stairs, the four in Ginny's room heard Mrs. Weasley roar, "Fred and George Weasley! Get down here this instant and fix your brother!" Muffled voices followed along with loud laughter as the twins tried to explain that they truly had nothing to do with it.
The upstairs four heard a great thundering up the stairs. Ginny calmly turned to Zoey, who was still sleeping, and placed a silencing charm over the child. Seconds later the door burst open and a very angry Ron stepped through the door, followed by a laughing Hermione.
The four, well three, looked surprised at Ron. For he no longer looked like Ron. Ron's hair had turned an electric blue color. His ears had grown very, very large, hanging well past his shoulders. His lips were swelled up so large the bottom lip hung to his chin and they were the same color as his hair. His skin had turned a dark shade of purple, which contrasted greatly with the blue. And above him floated a sign, which lit up with shocking orange letters. It read "Big eared, big mouthed…" It ended with letters of the same color flashing on his purple forehead reading "PRAT." Bill, Charlie, and harry burst out laughing. Ginny just looked calmly at her brother.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO! FIX THIS DAMMIT! NOW!
Ginny pushed herself up and brought her legs in front of her to sit Indian style. Her eyes never leaving his.
"I'm sorry. Did you say something? I was a bit distracted. Did you know you have the word PRAT on your forehead?" Peels of laughter ran out at that.
"Dammit Ginny." Ginny's eyes narrowed as she stood and walked to Ron, standing in front of him. Ron looked startled, Ginny's eyes had changed from brown to a blue color similar to Ron's hair color.
"Don't dammit you sorry son of a bitch."
Everyone's laughter died. Things were no longer fun and games. Harry looked down soberly. He knew this was for last night. She was going to speak her mind now.
Ginny raised her arm again only to jab Ron hard in the chest with a finger. "Don't you every, ever, make a comment like you did last night." Ginny voice low and deathly cold. "You have no idea what you are talking about. None. You wanna talk about someone not getting what they deserve then let's talk about your wife. Yes, Ron, let's talk about you. You and Hermione live in your own place. True. But think about his. What is it…huh!…It's a FLAT Ron a FLAT! Hermione deserves more than that wouldn't you say. And don't forget that Harry lived there too. He helped pay the bill. He helped buy that FLAT. You didn't even buy YOUR FLAT by YOURSELF. You had to have Harry help you.
Don't you ever say another word about where WE live. I. ME, RON, ME. I chose the flat. I did. Not Harry. So if you have a problem with where we live then you need to talk to me. But just remember this. At least Harry paid for our flat himself."
Everyone stood speechless. Hermione had tears in her eyes.
Ginny turned to see Harry sitting on the edge of her bed with a wide-eyed Zoey in his arms. Zoey had woken up moments after Ron's entrance and harry had taken the charm off of the child. Ginny grimaced, Zoey had heard their fight. Ginny's eyes flickered back to brown at the sight of Zoey. She went to her.
"Come here babygirl. Let's go get you something to eat." Ginny held out her arms as Zoey raised hers.
Ginny swung the small girl up to sit on her hip. She smiled briefly at Harry, Bill and Charlie, tears threatening to fall. Fighting them back, she turned to face Ron and Hermione. She pushed past him roughly, shot an apologetic look at Hermione and disappeared down the stairs with Zoey.