Harry isn't actually evil in this fic. It's more like…righteous anger. Kinda…well he is a little evil.
I'm not answering any reviews. This is the end. I wrote this because people asked and because it seemed the everyone was taking it the wrong way. Here is the end of Revenge.
Reasons
Two Weeks Later…
The pretty, redheaded girl surveyed Harry as he looked over the Daily Prophet. His face was becoming increasingly smug and Malfoy-like the further into the paper he got. She looked him over with concern clouding her eyes. She'd never seen him look quite so…so Slytherin, before. "Harry, darling, what has you looking so smug?"
He looked up as his face went carefully blank. "What, Gin?"
"You. You were looking awfully smug while reading that paper. What's it say?"
He glanced down at the page black hair falling softly over his glasses. "Not that much actually, but there is another one of those announcements. That Phoenix was spotted again."
"Oh," Her face tightened with fright. "Where, this time?"
"Over…where was it? Oh yes. The MacNair Manson. MacNair himself was found like all the others."
"I keep wondering if it will ever be someone we care for, next…It's all so frightening…Almost like back in the old days." She shuddered.
His eyes went hard and she felt power pulse through the room. "It is nothing like the old days. Never say that again!" He snarled and she flinched. He continued in a quieter tone. "Have you noticed a pattern behind the…incidents?"
She shook her head.
"Every single person who is attacked is a former Death Eater, Ginny."
Ginny's brow knitted. She looked at the paper, then back at Harry. "Name them all."
"Snape, Malfoy Sr., Nott jr., Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, Pettigrew, and now MacNair." He watched as his redheaded girlfriend puzzled it out, his eyes guarded.
"Some…Someone is getting revenge…torturing and killing the remaining Death Eaters? But…who?" Ginny's head jerked up and she stared at him with wide tortured eyes. "Harry, nothing has happened to Pettigrew…or it wasn't reported?"
Harry held head high and looked her in the eye. She though he resembled an eagle, tall and regal. "I'm not ashamed of what I've done, Virginia." He said quietly.
She shuddered at the cold use of her full first name. She walked to him quietly and put her arms around his neck. He held her close as she wept into his shoulder. "Harry." She whispered.
"Don't, Ginny." He murmured into her hair. He pulled back to look at her tear stained face. "Don't tell me to stop. I can't. It has to be done."
His eyes were dark and clouded. She knew it was eating away at him, but it was something he had to do. The demons had to be slain and this was the only way for him to do that. She understood now. She smiled weakly. "I won't, Harry. I won't ever."
He pulled her to him and clung on tightly. He sensed the hidden meaning in her words and he knew then that he was not alone. Not any more. A single tear slid down his face as he buried his head into her hair. His arms wrapped tightly around his lifeline, his girl, his Ginny. "I love you." He whispered softly into her neck.
She smiled as she held him. "I love you, too. Always have."
The next day, The Prophet held news of another attack. Peter Pettigrew had been found tortured and murder. At the kitchen table, Ginny smiled softly with pride as she read.
She knew she would always, always be here for Harry and, if he let her, she could help. Oh yes, she wanted to help. She needed revenge as much as he did.