Harry Potter and All There Is Left To Do Is Love

by: wish on a muggle at yahoo dot com

with help by: Dragon of the Lost World

Chapter 7: The Secret Journal

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. I did receive several questions on why I wrote something one way or another way. They are at the end of this Chapter if you wish to check them out...

Harry opened his eyes. Everything was slowly coming into focus. He was in a tall, dark room lined with evil looking books. Thin windows that were at least two stories tall covered the room and were draped with green velvet. Outside it looked like it must be somewhere passed midday. Harry started to hear voices, but it was like hearing them in another room. He made to move but his hands were tied up against a large column.

Harry turned his head to the left to see more of the room when the people talking came into view. He could hear their voices properly now. Ginny was tied up to a column, just like Harry. Her shirt had been pulled up to show her bare midriff. Draco Malfoy had one of his arms wrapped around Ginny's waist and was using the other to reach over to her chest. They were nose to nose.

"NO!" Harry yelled. The monster in his stomach, which was normally subdued thanks to Ginny being his girlfriend once again, was now screaming and breathing fire.

Malfoy and Ginny turned their heads quickly towards Harry. Ginny was looking relieved that Harry had woken up and Malfoy was looking mad. "Don't worry, Potter," Malfoy hissed. "You blood-traitor girlfriend will not be harmed." Malfoy slowly let go of her and walked over to Harry, "You on the other hand, I can not say..."

Harry glared at him. Draco leaned up against a near by table that had an antique lamp and several open books. Malfoy picked up a book, "Studying up on Dark Arts," he said turning the book over slowly to show a picture of a man in immense pain as a sharp wooden object was growing out of his chest. When he put the book back down on the desk Harry noticed he placed it right next to Harry's wand.

"I've been working hard," Draco said softly, "on ways to hurt you as much as possible before I hand you over to the Dark Lord."

"Where is Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

Draco smiled. "Dead." Draco picked up another book and flipped through the pages idly, "Killed days ago. Crying in pain, couldn't take it anymore and simply begged to be killed."

"Liar," Ginny hissed. Harry and Draco turned to look at her. Her shirt was still up and her jacket off her shoulders. Her body was arched and she was glaring at Draco.

"You think I'm lying?" Draco asked softly dropping the book back on the desk, not taking his eyes off of her. Harry noticed that her feet were not tied up anymore and, on closer inspection, neither was her hands but her wand was being held tightly.

"I know you are lying." Ginny said softly. Draco smiled. "Tell me where he is."

"You mean his soul-less," Draco took step closer, "life-less," he was now less than two feet away from her, "worth-less body?" Then Ginny kicked him hard right between the legs. Draco screamed in pain, his face scrunched up and bright red. He staggered backwards, slightly out of breath.

Ginny lifted her wand and pointed it at him. "Incarcerous," she said clearly. Ropes appeared out of no where and tied Draco's hands behind his back and laced his ankles together. Draco made to step forward but he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ginny?" Harry called her attention to him.

"Oh, sorry," she flicked her wand in his direction and the ropes fell to the ground. Harry ran over to the desk in front of him and picked up his wand.

Ginny looked back down at Draco, his face now a light pink. "Where is Kingsley?" Draco smiled. Ginny lifted her foot as to step very hard in his crotch again but he faltered.

"OK! Your black, half-blood friend is alive!" Draco growled.

"Where is he, Malfoy?" Harry pointed his wand directly between Draco's eyes.

"Spinner's End."

"Who's What?' Harry asked.

"SPINNER'S END!" Draco spat. "It's a place. Snape lives there."

"Snape?" Harry asked, "Snape's got him?" Harry turned and exchanged glances with Ginny.

"Yes, Snape!" Draco smiled, and evil glit in his eye, "Our spy!"

"He was our spy as well," Ginny said, pointed her wand at Draco's crotch as if itching to use a Diffindo spell.

"Yes, your little spy telling Dumble-Dork that the Dark Lord is busy trying to get the Giants on his side." Draco let out a humorless laugh, "Giants! Oh Please!"

"Where is Voldemort?" Harry asked stepping closer.

Draco smiled.

"Tell me!" Harry yelled, sparks flew out of his wand and hit Draco full in the face, as if hitting him with low voltage watts. "Or, are you not high enough on the Death Eater Food Chain to know where Voldemort is..."

"I know where he is," Draco growled.

Harry pressed the tip of his wand on Draco's forehead pressing it in hard. "Where?"

"Li-Little Hangleton! The large manor over looking the village!" Draco winced.

"Little Hangleton?" Harry repeated. "Isn't that a muggle village?"

"Yes, the Riddle Manor," Draco said, "He killed the muggles who lived their ages ago."

Harry nodded, "Yes, I know. They were his Muggle father and Muggle Grandparents." Harry spat.

"Father?" Draco repeated, confused.

"That's right," Harry felt excitement and anger fill him, "Your hero isn't a pureblood! He had a muggle father!" Harry looked back at Ginny, "We should go warn the Order."

Ginny nodded.

Harry looked down at Malfoy, wand pointing at his mouth and said, "Langlock." Malfoy's tongue glued itself to the roof of his mouth. No sound came from him but he was glaring at Harry as if hoping that looks could kill. Harry lifted his foot and smashed him hard in the face. Blood began poring from his nose and Harry smiled triumphantly.

Ginny pointed her wand at Mafloy. "Inhaero," she said with a flick of her wand toward the ceiling. Malfoy zoomed up into the air and straight at the top of the windows, where he hit with a sick squishing sound. He looked like he got stuck in a big wad of bubble gum. With another quick flick of her wand, the curtains closed, hiding him from view.

"Let's go!" Harry turned and left the dark room, navigating himself out of Malfoy Manor.

It took them over an hour to fly to Number 12, Ginny assuring Harry that when someone finds Malfoy he won't remember a thing he said. Harry stomach was growling with hunger and when the door to Number 12 was locked he was scared.

He knocked quickly.

"Who is it?" asked a muffled voice behind the door.

"It's us!" Ginny yelled, "Open the door, Bill."

Bill called back, "No, you might be a Death Eater! I have to ask you a question that only you would know."

"If you don't open the door this second, I will tell mum about Suzy Carmicheal!" Ginny said back with a smile.

The door flew open. "My favorite little sister!" Bill called, hugging her.

"I'm your only sister!" Ginny growled.

Harry walked in and shut the door. "We know where Kingsley is, and he is still alive!"

Bill dropped Ginny rather suddenly and Ron and Hermione entered the Hallway from the kitchen. Ginny walked over to them, "He is alive, but we don't know for how long."

"A place called Spinner's End," Harry said quickly, "Snape's house."

Bill straightened up. "Spinner's End?" Bill grabbed his cloak, "I'll go to the Ministry, I have a lot of Auror friends and I will let them know."

"I want to go with you!" Harry said, making to turn around.

"No, Harry," Hermione said, arms crossed in a tired manner.

Harry didn't even have time to open his mouth before Bill said, "Don't worry, Harry. You are the key witness in Snape's murder trial, you will get your chance at him!" Bill turned on the spot and disappeared with a pop.

"We have something to show you, mate," Ron said.

"I'm starving," Harry muttered. Hermione disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and came back out with two muffins, she handed one to Harry and one to Ginny. "Thanks," Harry said, inhaling the muffin before they made their way up the stairs.

"It's this way," Ron said pointing down a hallway on the third floor.

"What is?" Harry asked.

Ron stopped halfway down the hallway and opened the door, it was a dusty bedroom of someone who apparently loved to study. Books were all over the place, opened and some had many bookmarkers in it.

"Whose room is this?" Harry asked.

"Regulus Black." Hermione said taking out her wand and pointing it to a large desk covered in books. "Evanui!" She said, and the dust rose from the desk, leaving it miraculously clean, and then disappeared.

Hermione walked over to the desk and began flipping through the pages of Regulus's books.

Ron went over to the books shelves and looked at the knickknacks. Ginny sat down on the dusty bed and slowly took in the room. Harry looked in the nightstand.

"Find anything?" Ginny asked.

Harry smiled, "I found a collectors item!" He pulled out a small wrapper, "A never been used, twenty year old, lemon flavored condom!" They all laughed.

"Check under the bed," Ginny told him.

Harry got down on the floor and looked under the bed, he moved his hand over and a floor board that shook. Harry looked up at Ginny, "He has a lose floorboard! I had one of those at the Dursley's, I would hide things in it."

"Well?" Ginny asked.

Harry pulled the board out of it's place and found a leather bound book covered in a thick layer of dust. "Evanui!" Harry said and the dust rose from the book and disappeared. He untied the leather strings and opened the book, "It's his journal!"

Hermione made to reach for it but Ginny grabbed it instead. "I think I should read it!" Ginny told them.

"Why you?" Ron said, determined to be a good boyfriend.

"Excuse me, Ron, but I do believe I am an expert on diaries," Ginny flipped it open to the first page.

Ron and Hermione became very uncomfortable, but Harry smiled at her before walking about the room and "Evanui"-ing the dust away.

"So, what happened at Malfoy's?" Ron asked to break the silence. Harry told him everything, even the parts he left off to the eldest Weasley brother. "Why didn't you tell Bill where You-Know-Who is?" Ron asked him.

Hermione, who was still dusting said, "It's obvious, isn't it?"

Ron grunted, "No!"

"Well, Harry hasn't gotten rid of all the Horcruxes so Voldemort can't die! If all those Aurors went after him, they all would have died," Hermione said as if she got it out of a book, "pointless deaths, right?" Hermione turned to Ron and pointed at Harry, "Plus, Harry is the only one who can kill him. That Chosen One rubbish!"

Harry nodded, showing that he agreed.

"We need to find out where the Horcruxes are!" Hermione explained.

"I don't think so," Harry mumbled. "I think we should focus on what they can do! I mean, that was how Dumbledore's hand got all black."

"Harry I thought you said you asked Dumbledore and he didn't know," Hermione pointed out.

"Last term he told me. I asked him why it was all black. I knew how it turned black, when he went to get the Ring Horcrux, but why? I don't know if the Ring turned his hand black or if something else hurt him." Harry sighed. "Whatever happened, I can guess that deadly things are guarding the Horcruxes."

"Inferi!" Ron yelled.

"Yes! I think we need to brush up on our fire spells!" Harry said reasonably, "Dumbledore scared them off with a ring of fire."

"I think we need to work on non-verbal spells!" Hermione said, "I mean, that is why you couldn't curse Snape, right?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, I suppose, I'm not really good at Occlumency."

"We could work on that as well," Hermione said looking through Regulus's books. "I suppose we could ask Kingsley when he comes back if he knows anyone who could teach you."

"You think he would know?" Ron asked.

"Well, Aurors would know. He told me that they work on it in Auror training." Hermione smiled, "I've been asking him about it, you know..." She paused, "but now that we aren't going to finish school..."

Harry glanced around uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have come with me, it's all my fault."

"Shut up, Harry," Ginny said from the bed, her wand moving over passages and making bookmarks appear on the page so she would remember important passages.

Harry smiled at her.

"You don't think," Ron said patting him heartedly on the back, "that we would let you just leave without us?"

Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, "Oh Harry!" she cried. "I don't regret being your friend for a moment! I don't know what I would have done or what I would have become if didn't have you for a friend!"

Harry hugged her back, "Thank you, Hermione."

Hermione let go and sniffed loudly. "I know you want us to worry about what the Horcruxes can do, Harry," Hermione whipped a tear from her eye with a tissue, "but, we need to know what they are and where they are before anything else."

"No we don't!" Ginny said excitedly.

"What do you mean?" Hermione said, rounding on her.

Ginny lifted her bright face away from the book like Christmas had come early, "He hid them in this house!"

A/N: Here are some questions.

Samurai Demon-God Sekikage says: oh dear gods, you have SOME HOPE FOR THE BASTARD DON'T YOU!

I reply: I suppose you are talking about Snape. Yes, but it is a very small shred of hope. I don't want him dead, but maybe snap his wand in half and send him to live with the muggles! LOL, jk.

Yeliak says: OH and why would dumbledore trust snape after he MURDERED him?

I repeat: I read this really good editorial on Mugglenet dot com that says Dumbledore may have been pleading with Snape not to kill HARRY. I don't know if I completely follow it, but I am re-reading the 6th book to see what I come up with.

LiTTleMiSSmOOny asks: why would they want some one who is "like a family member to be in love with a family member"?

I sigh: I don't know if it happens a lot where you live but here it happens a lot. Say you are a girl and that your father is a cop and his partner becomes like family to you, like Uncle Cop or whatever. Well, Uncle Cop has a son that is your age and becomes really close to your family as well. What is better than being "like family"? Being family itself. Like Match-making...get it?

Sarahamanda wonders: Is Harry go to be Ok?

I shake my head: I'm not sure if Harry will ever be ok. I'm sure when Big-Bad-Voldy is gone, he will be fine...but how can he ever be fine? His mother and father are dead. His godfather is dead. His mentor is dead!...and who knows what other deaths are going to happen!

Yeliak asks: Dont you think it would have been smarter if Ron, hermione, harry and ginny had come up with SOME way to communicate with eachother during their separation?

I answer: Yes, it would, but they were in a rush. All Harry had time to do was tell them to warn the Order what he and Ginny were going to do. I think he would trust them to send help if he and Ginny didn't turn up in a few days.

Yeliak also says: AND harry is really dumb if hes gonna stand at the door like and idot and examine the interior decor while somebody knocks him out...

I reply: Yes, well, it is natural to take in your surroundings. It is in Harry's curious nature to look around. He did not spot himself being knocked out because it was a spell, he could have seen the spell coming his way but it was a rather fast one.

Ash-the-great: I don't understand why Hermione didn't have to the sense to not wear that horrible sounding lace thingymabob...

I say: Yes, I agree, the crazy things we do for love...

Samit asks: Why would Malfoy be at home if he is a Death Eater?

I answer: Why not? You don't think Voldemort would be one to let his Death Eaters follow him around everywhere. I'm sure they are allowed to go home for meals, sleep, and time off, sort of like a normal job. Although, I now have a very funny mental image of Voldemort walking around and fully grown men on all fours following him bouncing around and licking his shoes.

crazily insane asks: howd thay know that they were called?

I say: Well, actions speak louder than words. Voldemort is taking someone he knows is close to the Order and Harry (what with Kingsley taking on two Death Eaters at once in the Department of Mysteries in Harry's 5th year) telling Harry that he wants Harry out. Harry knows that if he doesn't leave Hogwarts to find Voldemort. Voldemort will come find him at Hogwarts.

Horace Slughorn asks: Are you going to be posting every day PLEASE SAY YES i beg you dude i beg you

I smile: I try, I try, but I have to e-mail people about my chapters for help. My story is going to have more Action and I don't know how to write action. Once I finish writing it the first time I have to e-mail it to them and ask them for help, then they e-mail back suggestions and then I go through and change, and then spell check and do a lot of re-reading...All I have to say, dude, is that I will try my hardest!

Cesca Marie tells me: good story, well written and intriguing. But the first half, have none of thses students heard of a silencing charm I ask you?

I grin: They had...um, other things on their mind:)

ZanyMuggle says: Wish upon a muggle? Myself, then?

I nod: All right, I will wish upon you... "I wish that the rest of this story will be better than the first 7 chapters!"

ZannyMuggle adds: BTW, are you 'oomahey' on FA Park? If so, thanks for keeping the H/G board up-to-date!

I shake my head: Nope, sorry. I kinda want to go to FA Park and see if you just gave me a complement or an insult!

tobydog begs: can you please please spell the name as Voldemort instead of Voldermort with the extra R in the middle?

I respond: NO! LOL, just kidding. Sure I will. Thanks for pointing it out to me, I swear it is all unintentional. Spell check doesn't check Voldermort/Voldemort, I don't know why I always add the R. Maybe I am just the worst speller...lol

Mew Katherine caught me: Are you sure you're not JKR in disguise?

I confess: I am. I can't write much romance into my books because they are considered "children's books" but I really needed away to vent my perverted mind when my husband is at work and while the kids are asleep...just kidding:) I wish, right!

Well, sorry this chapter was a bit short. The next is going to take work so I hope you won't be disappointed...well, I know all the sex crazed and/or devote virgins will be disappointed... I love the reviewers who are like, "MORE SEX, DAMNIT!" then the ones who are like, "Please, no more sex, I can't handle it! My virgin mind!"

Sorry if I just offended any of my readers with the last paragraph, if it makes you feel better, I was attacked by my crazy cat earlier and I have bloody arms and legs.