Summer of discovery Chapter 4: Transference, a harry potter fanfic

Title: Summer of discovery

Author: Joy

A/N: Okay some chapters will be really long and some will be short. It just depends if I felt there was a natural break in the story or not. Secondly I am very sick at the moment so I am not completely right in the head, so if there are glaring spelling or grammatical errors please forgive me. And lastly for those of you who think I am writing Harry a bit too old for his age all I can say is you would be amazed at the way good guys respond to assault. Believe me, sometimes the transformation is nothing short of miraculous.

Chapter 4: Transference

Harry got off the bus very frustrated, wanting nothing more than to drop his things in his room at Burrow, snag his girlfriend, and find a place to snog her silly. That however was not in the cards.

"HARRY!" Mrs. Weasley called encompassing him in her maternal grasp nearly squeezing the life out of him. "So happy you're here and away from those awful muggles. You never have to go back again."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." Harry eyed the group gathered before him tensely. He tried getting Ginny to hold his hand but she just pulled back.

Gin turned brightly to her brothers. "Well look at you two. All set for a new grand adventure. I'll look in on your flat from time to time."

"Just not for nefarious purposes, right Ginny?" George muttered.

Gin smirked, "Of course not."

Harry grit his teeth at her blatant disregard of him. "Gin," he whispered angrily.

"Not now," she hissed.

"When?"

"I don't know," she answered.

The twins went about saying their hellos and goodbyes. "You're in our room Harry," George smiled broadly.

"My babies," Mrs. Weasley cried. The twins shook their heads.

"We'll be out and about so you will only have to listen to Ron's snores and mumbles if you so chose," Fred commented.

"Sod off," Ron snipped.

"Ronald!"

"Sorry mum."

"We're off," the twins said in unison after receiving hugs from all.
"Excuse me. I'm just gonna put my stuff up," Harry muttered to the group after clapping Ron's shoulder in a friendly manner.

Harry stared out of the twins' bedroom window. Due to his solitary nature he being allowed to stay there while the twins were off gallivanting about was heavenly. However he did set up a couple things to make it 'homey' in Ron's rooms for the nights he actually felt social and stayed with his best friend. Beside the guest bed was a picture of Ginny and one of his folks. In the twins' room were a wider variety of images. Ginny felt it was important that Harry have reminders of those that love him so several now had proper frames. There was the picture he talked to his parents through, the portrait of Sirius, a picture of Padfoot, Moony, and Prongs all together as teens, and then of course a picture of Ron, Hermione, Ginny & himself.

Harry shook himself. This was not the way he wanted things to be at the moment.

Ron knocked sheepishly at the open door, "Hiya."

"Hey. Sorry bout that. I just needed some space."

"What's up mate? You seem a bit tense," Ron observed.

Harry shook his head, "Gin and I had a fight on the way over. Now she doesn't want to sort it. I don't know what to do. No offense but this is the kind of thing I talk to Mione about so I'll just have to wait a bit. When's she arriving?"

"Tomorrow... and I do get it. The female mind is a bizarre thing and I guess it would be better to try and understand from a girl than me...I have proven I know nothing."

Harry chuckled.

Ron paused at the door, "I don't know if I should mention this or not..."

"What Ron?"

"Dumbledore has come to visit Ginny twice with a stack of books each time. She has spent a bunch of time in her room...and she's been getting a lot of letters."

Harry sighed, "Yeah. She was doing some project for him at the end of last year. It's probably the same thing."

"Okay...well...she won't talk to us about it. I just thought you should know."

"Thanks," Harry muttered as Ron left.

Truth was Harry didn't worry over the visits from Dumbledore so much as the unexplained letters.

Harry continued to stare out the window until he heard what sounded like air in a balloon escaping. "PSSSSTTTTT! Down here you wanker!"

Harry looked down to see his godfather in his frame. "Sirius?" Harry said astounded.

"Shhh. You want me to get in trouble..."

Harry was bent down looking at the picture in awe as it began to speak to him again, "I want to be able to see you when you're in need so lets don't make this long... Look I was at the top of your knapsack on the bus so I know what happened."

Harry saw his opportunity to apologize for his part in his godfather's death and took it. "Oh Sirius...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have...I got you killed and its been awful without you..." Harry began to whimper.

Sirius looked at him like he was nuts. "What are you on about?"

"The trap."

"Cut it out," Sirius muttered harshly. "I never want to hear you say it was your fault again...got it? Life goes on...it moves on and you with it."

"But I always have to move along," the raven-haired boy mumbled.

"You have a great girl and wonderful family that accepts you as their own, a guy who is practically your godfather and loves you terribly. You have no right to go on like this... I've heard you...now lets get back to the important stuff...the girl."

Harry sniffed and chuckled, "Gin always told me you would act this way."

"Like what?"

"Like I was an utter git for suggesting it was my fault."

Sirius smirked, "Well she was right... You have a good woman there, Harry. Don't lose her."

Harry looked grief stricken, "I'm trying not to, but she doesn't want to mend things and..."

"No," Padfoot corrected. "She wasn't up for dealing with it right then."

"I don't understand."

Sirius sighed, "Okay well...If you wanted to share all your childhood memories with Ginny and she freaked out when you tried to show her, you would feel a bit wounded too. I mean the reason you wanted to show her was to be closer to her and help her understand you and she just said no."

Harry tried to follow the comparison. "I guess."

"Look I have to go," Sirius said gazing about nervously. "I love you...don't forget. I love you. It wasn't your fault. And it will work out."

"Love you too."

Padfoot smiled, "I know Harry." And with that the image froze again before repeating its normal pattern.

The next morning Hermione arrived to much fan fair. Mrs. Weasley acted as if her long lost daughter arrived from some far off world. Harry surmised that she was afraid she would have no grandchildren to dote over any time soon...and Ron was her best hope.

Ron and Hermione began to bicker almost immediately. Apparently there was some long running argument that they had been having since school that was not resolved. It made for a stressed beginning so Harry stepped in.

"Hey little sis," Harry teased Hermione. "How the parental units treating you?"

"Good. Still a little leery of the wizarding world but I guess that can't be helped."

"Ron...You mind if I steal your girl for a bit?" Prongs Jr. asked.

Ron glared at his girlfriend then sniffed, as if to say 'like I care'. Hermione glared back, raised her nose in the air, took Harry by the hand, and pulled him up the path before them.

Hermione and Harry ventured to the lake. "Ooohhh he makes me so mad some times!" the bushy haired witch fussed. She looked about, "Where's Ginny? Why wasn't she with us?"

Harry shrugged half-heartedly.

After another couple minutes, Hermione stopped their walk by placing a hand on Harry's arm, "You would tell me if Ron wanted to break up with me, wouldn't you? I know you are best mates and stick together and all, but you wouldn't let me go on thinking he loved me if he were screwing around on me?"

Harry looked at her like she had grown a second head, "Hermione, if I knew Ron was screwing around on you he would be in need of Madame Pomfry's attention from now until Christmas." Hermione smiled weakly and began to walk again.

"What was that about Mione? Why would you think Ron would do such a thing?" the boy who lived asked.

Hermione looked shame faced, "Insecure I guess. I just want to...ya know...go...a bit further... in our relationship and he is all stop."

This statement hit a nerve. "Well, ya ever think that he may be trying to respect you and your relationship. Most girls would kill for a guy that doesn't pressure them, but oh no... your guy is different so there must be something wrong with him. Its not like he wasn't changed too when someone he loves was assaulted...oh no... He is just a randy teenage boy, so he must be cheating or losing interest. All he wants is to do what's right and at the right time and you go threatening to break up with him!" Harry fumed loudly not even really seeing Hermione any more.

"What the hell was that?" she asked having stopped walking a few feet back.

Harry turned around and saw. "Oh...um...sorry... Transference," he said and waited for her to join him.

"I take it all is not well in Harry and Ginny world?" Mione asked.

The black haired wizard sighed, "No...I just... I want things to be right, ya know? I want us to be right and not forced. I want to be more than an experiment... I want... I don't know." Harry looked at his friend, "You could talk to her. You could make her understand how much I love her and how much I want things to be right for us."

Hermione sighed, "I can't do that Harry."

"But why?" he whined like a five year old.

She gazed at him sympathetically, "Because your relationship with Ginny is yours...not mine. You really don't want me to be a go between. You need to sort this with her."

"But she doesn't want to..."

"She does...I promise. Sometimes it's just hard to start when you know it's going to hurt even if only a little... Lets go back to the house."

Harry found his red headed best friend and his girlfriend waiting for him and Hermione on the steps of the Burrow. "Where have you two been!" Ron huffed.

"We had a walk about," Hermione said sweetly and gave him a peck on the side of his mouth. "Sibling stuff."

Ron kissed her back, "Okay.

Hermione led Ron away from the awkward couple at the back.

Harry rocked back and forth on his feet. "Hi..."

"Hi," Ginny began playing with a letter she seemed to have just received. "Lets go inside."

"Are we just not going to talk about this?" Harry pled.

"Not now."

"When?"

"I don't know."

Ginny went inside the house with Harry, who was following close physically... all the while he began to detach emotionally.

Later on, Ginny would admit that the decision to not discuss things caused more pain in the end than what she was trying to avoid. Both Harry and Gin would mark that moment as when the walls that had been so carefully torn down between them began to be reconstructed on Harry's side. And so the emotional distance grew, along with combined frustration for the couple individually.

TBC...

A/N: Before anyone asks-No, you will not find out what Ginny is working on for Dumbledore nor whom the letters are from until the next sequel More than the future Mrs. Potter. Hey, I told you long ago I was sneaky about getting my reader's to not only review but also keep up with the story.

Repeat after me: I will REVIEW Joy's story to give her a happy while she is sick. I will REVIEW Joy's story to give her a happy while she is sick. Very good. Thank you.