Chapter 5: A Foul Taste
Why did his name have to come into this? She wanted this, and she wanted him… She wanted Harry so much that she couldn't stand it. She thought she had gotten rid of all thoughts, feelings even, for Tom. But obviously the coupling they just endured sparked heated and tense emotions between them.
Harry now stood, naked, next to the bed not looking at Ginny. The hue from the dawning sun caught on his light sweat drenched skin. His body, lean and slightly muscular-who can say no to having sex with a Quidditch seeker? But her thoughts about screwing men for popularity weren't needed here. Not like any of that really mattered to Ginny. She was in this for the love, but now,
She wasn't sure if it was love that she was seeking, or trust…
"Harry," she whimpered. Harry flinched for a moment, but said nothing. Getting out of bed, she pulled the sheet around her frame. She walked over to him, and put an arm on his shoulder. "Harry, please…"
He turned around, grabbed her abruptly, and threw her on the bed. His eyes roamed her body. Her heart was beating wildly, and her eyes were open in fear. Never had Harry acted this way to her.
"You and…HIM?" He whispered coldly and unbelievingly. He dammed near shook her, waiting for an answer. Ginny cried out, pleading for an end to this madness.
"Yes, Harry! It was Tom Riddle!" She flinched under his gaze. His breathing was rapid, and his fingers pinched her skin tightly. His eyes had bulged when she cried out that name, and he continued to grip on her skin… until he turned around, and started collecting his clothes.
"I did it without consent," she whispered as he began pulling on the boxers. "It was a mistake," she whispered. It wasn't a mistake! You enjoyed it! Didn't you, Ginny?
Harry could perhaps tell the lie in her words, and he scoffed quietly. "To hell you did Ginny, to hell with everything." He turned around and faced her. His green eyes were narrowed and his hands clenched the shirt. "Don't lie to me Ginny, just… don't talk to me."
"Harry," she choked, "I love you."
He pulled on his shirt, and strode over to her, wrenching her body off the bed, and holding her by her wrist. His eyes roamed over her body, trying to decipher if she was telling the truth or lying. In the end, he spoke quietly and bitterly. "You don't love me, Ginny. You love him… the one man who I have escaped from, who is after me right now…" He stopped and gestured to the next room-Damien's room.
"You had his child, that shows love and devotion somewhere… You do realize that this boy is after me? He is on the verge of trying to kill me! That is his whole plan, that his son would come for me, and try to have him follow in his footsteps."
"No, Harry, I didn't realize." She protested, his hand still gripping her wrist tightly. "Please, let me go…"
He looked at her for a moment and then veered his hand and slapped her across the face. She cried out, and he let go of her. There was shock in his eyes, and his breath was ragged, as if he couldn't believe what he had just done. Her cheek stung, and she raised her hand to run her finger over it… it hurt.
"Mummy?"
Immediately she looked over to the voice, to see Damien standing in the doorway. She opened her mouth to say a few words, but how could she? She did not know how long he had been there, if he had seen everything. His eyes were not on her; they were on Harry, who stood beside her, his hand still frozen in mid air from the slap.
She looked foolish, to be naked in front of her son. She grabbed the sheet and stood up. "Damien, go to back to your room…Please?" He finally tore his eyes away from Harry, but very slowly. He looked at her.
"Did he hurt you mummy?" he whispered quietly. "Did he?"
"Damien, go to bed." She commanded a bit more firmly. He came into the room a bit more closely. His eyes not moving.
"Did he mummy? Did he hurt you?" She looked to Harry, who was looking at Damien incredulously.
"… Damien," Harry asked, "I think you should do as your mother says." Damien's eyes looked to Harry, and they narrowed.
"You are a very bad man," he whispered coldly.
Harry snorted, and he bent down and looked Damien in the eyes. "And you, are a very bad boy." He flashed a look at Ginny, and then strode from the room, calling out behind him. "If you're lucky, perhaps you'll have my bastard son as well!"
Ginny watched Harry go, tears coming to her eyes. Damien's eyes had followed Harry out the door, and still remained looking that way. She stretched her hands out, and called, "Damien…" He turned around, and hugged his mother.
"Damien, please tell me you didn't see anything… Did you see mummy and Harry fighting…?" She hoped he didn't but he replied coolly and slowly. "I did. He won't hurt you again mummy, I promise."
She buried her head in Damien's neck, and began to cry quietly. "I hope so Damien, I hope so."
X
Harry stomped down the stairs, angry and frustrated by the whole incident that was going on. He just could not take it. Ginny… having sex with Tom Riddle? The man who would grow up to become he who must not be named? This could not happen… If anything, this was only a plan-which would be a great triumph in Voldemort's name.
"Harry! Blimey, what are you doing here?"
It was Ron. He, Fred and George stood sitting at the kitchen table, staring at him with odd wide eyes. As if they did not know, and he hoped they never would.
"I came to have a talk with your sister… Ginny." He said gruffly, moving into the kitchen. He could see they were looking over a piece of paper on the table, and each of them murmured.
"He's still out there, somewhere…" They were talking about Sirius Black, the escaped convict from Azkaban Prison. Fred and George did not know that Sirius was innocent. So he had learned last semester. The only people who knew that sadly were Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and himself…
"Well, they'll catch him someday." He moved away from the table, and Ron protested.
"You're leaving? I thought you'd like to stay and play wizards chess… Fred and George learned a new technique." Harry shook his head, and put on a fake grin.
"I think I should go off, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon will be wondering where I went. They still think I am wandering the streets…"
"All right, see you Harry!" Ron called, and Harry walked out the door, closing it behind him. He never felt so guilty in his entire life. He had just lied to his best friend, and now… he did not know what to think of now. The world was full of deceiving people, and he had just joined the group.
He could hear a soft click from off in the distance, and he looked up to see a silhouette in the grassy field not nearly a yard or two away from The Burrow. It was still dark outside a bit, but there was something shiny within his hand… It looked like a camera, and he could only think of one person who that would belong to.
Colin Crevey
"Colin?" he called, advancing a step further towards the silhouette. But then a growl made him stop from taking another step. A big hairy black dog emerged from a nearby bush; it's eyes glowing in Harry's direction. Now this was bizarre, for the dog reminded him of Sirius in his amingus form.
"Sirius?" he questioned, taking a step towards the dog. But it growled even more, and it's eyes flashed. Something was not right. It was Sirius, it had to be… He started digging into his wand, ready to expand his wand. When suddenly, the dog leapt onto him, knocking the wand from his hands.
He let out a shout, but the dog then sunk his teeth into his neck, and he felt pain, awful bloodcurdling pain. He was loosing conciseness, and the last thing he remembered was a voice whispering slowly and darkly,
"I serve my lord and my master…"
X
"I swear I heard Harry cry out, Ron!" George said, running out the back door of the Burrow. Just moments before they began wizards chess, they head a scream. Fred and George immediately said it was Harry's. In a frantic run they scampered out into the field, where they were now.
"I don't see anyone," Ron said. "Maybe he appirated?"
"Ron you idiot, you have to take OWLS to do that." Fred replied in a know-it-all-tone, and looked around the area bit more. "Wait, I think I see something…"
"Where?" Ron and George asked, taking a step closer to where he was. Fred pointed over to the bush.
"There, I think I see something moving." They all then raced over to the bush, but Fred held out his hand, and cried out in horror.
"Galloping Gargoyles! It's… It's…"
"Blood…" Ron finished shakily. And there by the brim of the bush, was a long trail of blood, and dog prints leading back into the shrubbery. But what was even more shocking was the pair of glasses that were lying on the ground.
They were Harry's.
