Harry Potter and All There Is Left To Do Is Love
by: wish on a muggle at yahoo dot com
Chapter Eight: A Locket and A Goblet...
A/N: I am so sorry. My computer crashed and I had no way to write this chapter except at the library yesterday,which didn't work out so well... My daddy was so wonderful and got me the perfect laptop for school. I don't start school for another 28 days but he thought that I would love to get it early so I could have some good playing time before hand.
Of course, after he played with it for 5 hours before I finally go it back. I've been writing this chapter non stop since and I here to say that this chapter is sucky but I worked hard, given that I just got a computer to write it on.
Oh well, I hope you enjoy. I added more sex just so you would. LOL.
"What?" Harry asked, feeding off of Ginny's excitement.
Ginny stood up, "How many Horcruxes are left?"
"Well, Voldemort is one," Harry said ticking off his fingers. "Nagini, his huge snake, is another," Harry thought for a second. "I destroyed the first one."
"Which one?" Ron asked.
"The Diary." Harry answered, Ginny's face got even more excited. "Dumbeldore destroyed the second one," he counted off more fingers, "Morfin's Slytherin Ring."
"That leaves three," Hermione said.
Ginny smiled, "Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's Cup, and Ravenclaw's Spectacles." Harry felt his ears were betraying him. "They are all right here, in this house."
"Ginny, don't tease me. They're here?" Harry's heart threatened to jump out of his body.
"Yes."
"Where?" Ron asked.
"Close, very close." Ginny said walking over to the book shelf.
"Do you know how to get to them?" Harry asked, following her.
"Yes," Ginny said, looking through Regulus's journal again and then raising her hand to a book entitled The Secrets We Keep, she pulled it out but it seemed stuck, she let go and it went back into place.
Slowly, the room began to shake and the bookshelf moved sideways to show an opening to a large, dark room. When the bookshelf stopped the room had become still again. Harry looked at Ginny and she walked in right away. She flicked her wand and old looking oil lamps lit up and the room was filled with a warm, white glow.
It was a gray stone room full with more books, tables, a cauldron, and on the opposite side of the room, a long table with 3 objects on it, spaced out evenly. Harry walked over to them and studied them for a moment.
The locket Harry was supposed to get in June was there. He could see Slytherin's signature serpent on it. Harry had seen the same serpent on the tap in the Girl's First Floor Bathroom at Hogwarts, the bathroom that Moaning Myrtle haunts and the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry noticed the strange silvery glow it had before walking over to the small golden cup with antique handles that was next to it. A Badger was engraved on the cup in a large H. Harry had only seen it from several feet away when he went into the memory of Hokey the House Elf. The cup's golden glow lead Harry to the final treasure on the table, Ravenclaw's bronze reading glasses.
Something in Harry's mind made him push back the overwhelming feeling to try on the glasses. Ginny walked up next to him, "Can you believe he did all this in one week?"
"All what?" Harry asked.
"This room, those Horcruxes, he found them all in a week!" Ginny motioned to the journal in her hand, "I don't know how he found time to do all this, plus write about all the spells he used that haven't work and still produce a list of spells he wanted to work on."
Harry looked over her shoulder, he closed his eyes and smelled a wonderful flowery scent. He pretended to be reading Regulus's journal but that scent was warming his whole body. "What has he already done?"
"He's tried physical damage," Ginny walked over to the cup, "see that dent? He threw it down the stairs. Then he tried melting it," she pointed to the fireplace to her right, "but no luck. Then several spells, that I personally don't see how they could have helped. I mean, Diffendo on metal? Has that ever worked?"
Harry didn't know what to say but Hermione was the one who answered, "On extremely soft metals it will. But these are way too thick." Hermione said examining the locket.
Harry walked slowly around the table. Ron was looking helplessly at a couple of open spell books freshly "Evanui"-ed. Harry picked up the cup and examined it. "Regulus thought," Ginny started, "that 'the Dark Lord placed enchantments on the Horcruxes so that whomever uses them will be cursed.' Makes sense." Ginny shrugged. "I used the diary and I was possessed."
Harry nodded slowly, placeing the cup back in it's place, "I saw Dumbeldore wearing the ring, his hand was already black. I bet that is why it became all dead."
Ginny nodded, "That is what Regulus thought," she flipped through few pages and found what she was looking for, "Ah! The locket, he things that whoever wears it, it will strangle them, just keep shrinking until," she made a violent gesture with her neck.
"What about the cup?" Harry asked, excited about this development.
Ginny looked back down on the page, "He thought that no matter what drink you put in it, the drinker would be either poisoned or go insane."
"Let me guess about the glasses," Harry said walking around Ravenclaw's object. "It makes the person who uses it start to see things that aren't there."
"Could be," Ginny shrugged, "Regulus seemed to have thought they would go blind."
Ron, who was leaning down next to the table to get a glimpse through the glasses stood up quickly. "Well," Ron asked, "how do we destroy them?"
Hermione at the journal over Ginny's shoulder. "We can try the list of spells he thought to do, I will add a few things I think we should try." They heard yelling coming from downstairs. "Is that Bill?" Hermione asked.
"Does he sound happy?" Ron asked.
Harry ran out of the room, Ginny was following him, book left behind in Regulus's room. He could hear Ron and Hermione behind him.All ofthemran into the kitchen where Bill was still yelling and swung open the door.
Ginny shouted, "Well?"
Bill turned around, he was kissing his wife but he saw the four of them there and grabbed Ginny, picked her up, practically barking with joy. "He was there! Kingsley! And he was alive!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, although all seventeen years old and adults, started dancing around the room in celebration.
"That's not all!" Bill told him, setting Ginny down who recived a big hug from Fleur. "Snape was arrested and guess who has been living in basement for the last year and a half?"
"Who?" Harry asked, his heart pounding.
"Peter Pettigrew!" Bill barked, running around to dance with his wife to tell her, "The Head of the Auror office offered me a job!"
Harry exchanged looks with Ron. Hermione placed one of her hands on Harry's shoulder, "Your parent's betrayer." Ginny smiled at Harry and her brightness made me feel happy about the situation. He ran around the kitchen celebrating until Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came over with dinner.
Bill, leaned over Ginny to tell Harry, "Tomorrow we all can go to St. Mungo's to visit Kinglsey."
"Is he all right?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, he just wasn't taken care of very well." Bill said. "Weird spells were done on him but he looks fine." He smiled widely, "Thanks to you all."
When Harry went to his room that night, the light in the bathroom was on. He took off his shirt and threw it to the floor.
"Oh, you're here." Ginny's voice came from just behind him. He turned around on the spot, she had just flicked her wand at the door and muttered a silencing spell under her breath. She was wearing her bathrobe and her hair was loosely framing her face.
"Well, it is my room," Harry said.
Ginny smiled and grabbed his sides giggling, "All right, smart guy!" She kissed him softly. Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. She moaned into his mouth and the let go.
"Should we do this?" Harry asked.
"It's not like we haven't done it before." Ginny said with a laugh. Harry shrugged but didn't look convinced. Ginny slowly untied her bathrobe to show that she wasn't wearing anything under and then said, "Of course, if you don't WANT to do this..."
Harry grabbed her arm and pushed her down on his bed. "I never said that!" He leaned down and kissed her. Every time they ended up in a position where sex usually happened, Harry would feel his mind go blank of all the things that were bothering him.
Ginny's hands where pulling Harry's clothes off of him and the smell of her freshly washed hair was alluring in a strange but satisfying in away. Harry kissed her neck and chest. Her moans werewashing over him, making him very pleased with himself.
He suddenly didn't need to worry about destroying the Horcruxes and eventually killing Voldemort, because right now, all that mattered was his body molding with Ginny's after reaching their peaks.
The next day Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny went to St. Mungo's to visit Kingsley. He was sitting up in bed, drinking potion when they arrived. "Ah! My saviors!" He cried in his deep soothing voice.
Ginny bounded over to him and kissed him sweetly on the cheek, he returned the kiss and shook hands with Harry and Ron. "This will put you on good terms with my boss. I don't think that he will have minded if you didn't complete school. I'm sure that he would let you four into the Training." Kingsley was overwhelmingly cheerful, he went on talking about how Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were all going to make great Auror's.
"I'm glad you are feeling good, mate!" Harry smiled, patting him on his large arm, after what felt like the hundredth praise of Harry's intuition.
"I'm fantastic," Kingsley said, rather loudly over the sheet that was blocking his bed from the others.
A round woman who only reached Harry's elbow came around the corner and was scowling at him, "I don't care if you are fantastic or not! You aren't leaving. Take this potion," she ordered. Kingsley growled and picked up his cup and drained it. His ears started flapping.
Bill stood up and said, "We have to go, we only came to see how you were doing, visiting hour is almost up." He held out his hand for Kingsley who took it happily. "I will come back tomorrow to pick you up. Number 12 has a room on the second floor that you will like."
When they all said goodbye and left the room Harry turned to Bill, "Is Kingsley going to live at Number 12?"
"Yes, Fleur and I are moving in as well." Bill smiled to his self, the scars left on his face from his werewolf attack seemed to smile as well. "That means, you four will be there, Tonks and Lupin, on holidays, Fleur and I, and Kingsley will all be there. Mum and Dad are still at the Burrow for the time being."
Harry nodded slowly, the only person missing was Sirius.
"I am trying to talk Moody into moving in as well but he hasn't been answering my owls since Dumbledore's funeral." Bill added.
Ron nodded, "That's a lot of Order Members. I didn't know that Fleur knew how to get to Number 12."
Bill nodded happily, "When Dumbledore found out about her interest in the Order and in myself, he told her how to get there last Christmas."
Harry was absentmindedly tapping Slytherin's Locket with his wand. It felt like the four of them had tried every spell Regulus had thought up, plus some that Hermione had added as well. Ron and Hermione were out taking "a break" and Ginny entered the room with the bookshelf shutting behind her.
Harry looked up from his seat on a bar stool. "I get company?" Harry mumbled.
"Yes," Ginny said, walking over and stopping between his legs. Harry rested his hand on the table, his wand's tip still on the locket.
"Nothing works," he said, "I don't know if we can ever destroy them."
Ginny had a strange look on her face when she said, "Yes we can. We will." She moved her hands up his legs and to his belt. Harry got the idea and began kissing her.
Ginny's hands worked smoothing, undoing his pants and slipping into his boxers, her hands found "little Harry" and she wrapped her fingers around him. Harry moaned into her mouth, part of his mind still on the fact that they were in a public place that was a frequent of Ron and Hermione for the past week but the other part was on Ginny's small hand wrapped around Harry's prized possession.
Ginny's hands worked their magic, pumping Harry in better ways than he had done himself on lonely nights without her. All thoughts were leaving his mind except Ginny and her hands. Then the climax came and his legs turned into jelly.
His mind went blank.
Ginny turned her head away. Harry rested his on her shoulder, trying to catch his breath, "I think I need to change my boxers," he laughed.
Ginny didn't say anything. Harry lifted his head to look at her, "Ginny?"
Ginny pointed to Harry's wand. He looked over, the tip of his wand was still on the locket but the locket was broken. Split in directly in two was Slytherin's locket and it was empty in side.
Harry stared at it, "Does that mean--?" Harry stood up, his legs still a little jello like.
"Did you know that was going to happen?" Harry asked her.
"No idea. I just thought we would have some time alone so we could have some fun..." she said still staring at the broken jewelry.
"I'll go," he paused and smiled, "change my pants real quick and then get Ron and Hermione."
Harry somehow made it all the way to his room, changed his boxers and went to find Ron and Hermione, in a minute and a half. When they made it back into Regulus's laboratory, Ginny was staring at the locket, still unsure how they did it.
Hermione stood next to her and looked at the locket as well, "How did you destroy it?"
Harry took a protective step toward's Ginny, "I dunno."
"Well, what were you doing when it broke?" Hermione asked. She turned and looked at them, not needing to be told that it was something that would make Ron's ears red.
"We were...um," Harry looked sideways at Ginny. Ron slowly crossed his arms.
"Kissing, ok?" Ginny asked. Harry placed a hand on the small of her back, which made her cheeks go pink. "Just kissing."
Hermione didn't press the subject except to ask, "Do you remember what you were thinking?"
Harry gave a sideways glance at Ginny before looking at his shoes, "Well, my mind went kinda blank." Harry mumbled, "Ginny sort of has that effect on me."
Hermione gave Ginny a knowing smile even though Harry was sure that Hermione had no idea what Ginny had just done. Harry turned too look at the locket that now lay broken on the table beside the still intact cup and glasses. "Do you suppose that the soul that was kept inside it is destroyed?"
Hermione had stopped inspecting it and said, "I do believe, Harry, that we are one step closer to the fall of Voldemort."
Although Harry and Ginny tried again on the cup and the glasses over the next few days, they both knew that they couldn't repeat their luck on destroying the first on.
"Lupin thinks," Hermione said opening the morning mail, "that only someone who wasn't thinking about it could do it." Harry shoveled eggs into his mouth at top speed, ready for another day of trying to break the cup in half. "He says we should go to Hogwarts next Tuesday for one of his DA classes."
Ron grinned, "I wanna go!"
"I think we should," Hermione agreed. Harry nodded. "Good, we'll go. Maybe we can ask him about the cup and the glasses!"
Harry was thinking wildly to himself about Lupin. Is Lupin really in love with Tonks? Will they get married? Has he proposed yet? Would he ever propose to her? Would Harry ever propose to Ginny?
"Woooha!" Harry moaned out loud. He had not expected to think that.
"Something wrong?" Ginny said looking at his plate, "Did I make the eggs too dry?"
"No, I'm fine, I just need to sit and think," Harry jumped up and ran up to his room. He threw himself on his bed and pulled out a leather bound book that Hagrid had given him back in his first year, it had moving picture of his mother and father.
As he looked at the smiling faces of James Potter and Lily Evans, he wondered when his father knew he want to spend the rest of his short life with her. It wasn't hard to see, his mother was beautiful, and she was smart and looked like a lot of fun to be with.
How old were they when they got married, Harry wondered. He flipped through the pages until he got to their wedding day. There stood Sirius Black, handsome and grinning, Lupin who looked healthy and happy, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
Would Harry ever reach this day? His wedding day? Would he die by the hands of Voldemort before he could get his chance at wedded bliss?
Would he ask Ginny to marry him? Would she say yes? Or would she call him a pussy and kick his ass? Hopefully it would not be the latter.
A/N: There, Ginny did a silencing charm, proving that they can use them. Everyone seemed very upset that the trio+ didn't use any throughout this story, but I seemed to think that it is more exciting if you are "this close" to being caught. Oh well. For all you safer-sex people out there, no one could hear their moaning and screaming...even though I still wonder if Harry would be a screamer.
To Yeliak: I'm really glad you liked it! I just felt like addressing some important questions. Like: "Yes, I do believe Harry Potter is a screamer."
To Mr. Wisdom: I appoligies once more!