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CHAPTER 5-PRECIOUS MEMORIES

"Harry…harry…oh Harry, can you hear me?" Mrs. Weasley's terrified screams were barely heard over Harry's yells of anguish. For the last minute he had been rolling around on the floor clutching his scar as though he was trying to stop it from ripping open.

"He can't hear us mum," Ron whispered. "He can't hear any of us."


Ginny's eyes flickered open. She looked up and saw the pale blue ceiling of her bedroom. "That's funny" she thought to herself, "I could have sworn I was at the park a minute ago, talking to Har… wait a minute…?"

Ginny flew down the stairs, and ran into the kitchen to see Hermione along with the entire Weasley family (minus Percy) standing around a screaming Harry. Without thinking she ran over and lay down beside Harry. She grabbed his face, causing Mrs. Weasley to shout even louder, and pressed her mouth to his. She didn't know why she was doing this but it just felt right. She concentrated extremely hard on forcing herself into Harry's mind.

"HARRY" her own voice was screaming inside her head as she began to feel the pain that harry was in. Then she began to see the blurred outline of two figures. One of them was huddled up on the ground, clearly screaming at the top of his lungs. The other was standing up laughing at the figure on the ground and at the same time pointing a wand at him. With every passing second her vision was becoming clearer although the pain was becoming more intense. Her head felt like it was on fire but this made her try even harder to control Harry's mind.

With a crack like a whip, a jet of silver light, so bright it was almost blinding, surrounded Harry and Ginny. At last she felt the pain slipping away. She could see a shape in front of her but couldn't make out who it was. Suddenly she could hear harry talking to her. But how could he be talking to her? Their lips were still locked together.

"Hey Gin. What are you doing in here?"

"WHAT? What am I doing in where?" But before Harry could answer Ginny felt her shoulders being pulled roughly upwards.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" Ron demanded of her the moment she was upright.

"Why were you trying to kiss Harry while he was in pain? And what the hell was with the big silver light and-"

"Oh shut up for a minute Ron!" Hermione snapped. "Ginny, are you all right? You looked like you were in a lot of pain."

"Ya I'm alright…I think?" she finished uncertainly, "Harry…what just happened?" she said looking down at him with a shocked expression on her face.

"I'm not exactly sure…but whatever it was, it was weird!"

"Oh H-harry dear, I w-was so w-worried." Mrs. Weasley sobbed as she pulled Harry into a bone-crushing hug.

"Don't worry Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine but I think I'll just lie down for a while if that's ok with you?"

"Of course it's alright dear. You go on up to Ron's room and lay down." Mrs. Weasley replied while drying her face on a tissue. "And the rest of you are to be quiet and-" Mrs Weasley looked at Ginny as if she only just noticed her. "-GET BACK UP TO BED GINNY!" she roared, causing everyone else in the room to jump in fright.


Ginny walked up the stairs to her room with Harry just behind her. When they reached the door to her room they both walked quietly inside and closed the door. Harry took out his wand locked the door and put a silencing charm on the walls before he turned to Ginny who was now sitting on the bed. She was looking at him with a look of mingled curiosity and fear. She was not looking forward to whatever it was that Harry was about to tell her. The last thing she remembered was watching Draco shoot a spell at Harry and suddenly feeling extremely…extremely…weird?

"Ginny, what happened when we were back at the park?"

"I was kind of hoping that you'd be able to tell me that. After Draco shot a spell at you I kind of felt odd, like…like…"

"Like what Gin?" Harry asked, the curiosity evident in his voice.

"Like I had to do everything I could to stop him." Ginny said all this as her embarrassment began to show on her face. She glanced up at Harry, and saw that his cheeks were rather flushed.

"Bu-but Ginny, there was something different about you. Like the fact that you performed magic by moving your hand and the way that there was fire in your eyes an-and right there, in your kitchen, when Voldemort re-opened the connection between us, I could hear you in my head. You were calling my name and the harder I tried to listen to you seemed to lessen the pain, until I was able to see you and talk to you…in my head!"

"You mean that when I didn't know where I was, was when I was actually inside your head, like legilimency?"

"That was what it felt like. But why were you…erm…for want of a better word…kissing me?"

"I don't know. I just kind of knew what to do, without knowing how I knew? Wait a sec, let me just try something. Close your eyes and concentrate on trying to hear my voice. Ok go!" They both shut their eyes and scrunched up their faces in concentration. Ginny thought she could make out a blurry blob in front of her but just thought she was imagining it. Instead she forced all of her energy into getting inside Harry's mind.

"Harry can you hear me?"

"Hey Gin. This is pretty weird innit?"

"AAAHHHH!" Ginny fell off the edge of the bed in shock and landed with a flump on the floor. Harry reached down and, taking her hand, lifted her back onto the bed.

"Harry-" Ginny began tentatively. "-why can we see into each others minds? Because this is really weird! And that's the second time you called me 'Gin'." she added smiling. "Not that there is anything wrong with that though!" she finished, as she watched the heat rise in Harry's face. She loved being the person that made him blush.

"I think I should…er…go and rest."

"Wait! There was something I was supposed to give you this morning, but…well…that whole…thing happened. So…well…here. Happy Birthday!" she said as she handed him a square picture frame with a portrait of two people in it. It looked as though it was drawn by Ginny. Harry looked at the people in the picture and smiled, while Ginny's face went redder and redder. It was Harry with his arms around Ginny's shoulders.

Harry couldn't believe that he had forgotten it was his 17th Birthday. Well, he had been a bit preoccupied this morning. He had told Ginny that he loved her. Oh, and he had been ambushed by three death eaters! And now he could use magic…legally.

"So…do you like it?" Ginny asked shyly. "I mean, well, i know it's kind of stupid but I wasn't able to aff… I mean, I couldn't find anything I thought you might like."

"Ginny, it's perfect!" He leaned and kissed her, taking her completely by surprise.


Harry woke up in Ron's room two hours later. Feeling fully rested he made his way down the stairs. He paused at Ginny's door and pushed it open, but she wasn't in there so he continued on down to the kitchen. As he pushed the door open a roar of sound greeted him. People jumped out at him from all angles screaming-

"SURPRISE!"

Coloured streamers covered the ceiling, while food and drinks were scattered over the magically expanded kitchen table. Presents of all shapes and sizes were shoved roughly into his hands. As soon as his arms were so full of presents that he nearly collapsed, a cake covered in green ice and candles was levitated into the kitchen by a mischievous looking Fred, while George walked in behind him grinning. There were so many candles covering it that Harry barely spotted the miniscule writing that was squished into a corner of the square cake. Looking at it closer he saw that it read-

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY"

After handing his presents to a beaming Mrs. Weasley, Harry went to stand in front of the cake.

"Go on mate, hurry up and blow them out. Some of us would like to eat some cake sometime today." Ron said impatiently.

"Sometime soon, you'll regret those words." said George smirking.

Harry blew at the candles, but for some strange reason Fred and George moved backwards. Harry found out why two seconds later. As soon as all the candles were blown out the cake exploded! Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny all screamed as cake hit them in the face. Fred and George burst out laughing and fled from the kitchen, but they didn't get very far.

"ACCIO FRED AND GEORGE!" Mrs. Weasley screamed.

Harry blinked the cake out of his eyes and wiped his face. He looked at the occupants around the kitchen and laughed. They were all covered in cake.

"Oi! Fred, George…" he said turning towards the twins. "…Thanks."

"Everyone…garden…NOW! Oh no, you two are waiting in here! And, YOU ARE GOING TO CLEAN THIS ENTIRE KITCHEN!"

"But Mum…" Fred whined. "Harry liked it, didn't you Harry?"

"Uuhh…er…Ron, have I gotten rid of all the cake from my hair?" Harry said quickly trying not to laugh as he looked at Ron, who looked like he was having a fit because he was laughing so hard.

"AND YOU WON'T BE USING ANY MAGIC TO CLEAN IT UP EITHER!" Mrs. Weasley continued. At this point Ron had fallen onto the floor clutching his sides while Fred and George groaned loudly.

As everyone made their way into the garden Fred grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him aside.

"Hey, come on little bro. Couldn't you and Harry, just, you know, do it with magic and we'd be outta here in no time."

"This really reminds me of last year when I asked you to help me and Harry to peel Brussels-sprouts. What was it you said to me…oh ya, it was something along the lines of muggle-work being "character-building".

"You little-" George began angrily.

"GEORGE!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"Come on Harry, you still have to open all your presents." Ron said turning a snort of laughter into a very unconvincing cough.

Harry saw Mrs. Weasley carrying her family's clock outside with her. Everyone stopped talking when Mrs. Weasley approached them. Bill had conjured up a large table out of thin air and everyone sat down around it. Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley placed the clock on the table so everyone could see it. Then she turned to face harry and said-

"Harry dear, there was a reason why we found you so quickly, aided by your magnificent Patronus of course, but…well, it was part of your birthday present, I suppose, and it told us you were in trouble, and…so…here it is…" She showed him the face of the Weasley clock and as he looked at it, he saw that it wasn't exactly as it used to be. Now, there was a picture of someone with messy, raven coloured hair, clearly visible among all the smiling red-heads. Harry looked at the picture of himself on the clock and then looked up at the Weasley family, who were all looking at him nervously, wondering whether or not he would like their surprise. Their subconscious questions were answered a second later when Harry reached out and hugged Mrs. Weasley. Tears practically poured from her eyes. Harry had no idea how to express his gratitude towards everyone so he just hoped the look on his face explained it – because whatever he managed to say definitely wouldn't.

"Thank you so much. This is far more important to me than anything that I have ever been given…and…er…I don't really know how to say how grateful I am to you all, but I'll try…so…thank you all so much…again."

Harry spent the following half an hour opening presents. Mrs. Weasley had made harry an enormous currant cake, Hermione had bought him an actual flying snitch to practice with, and Ron had given him a small Chudley Cannons figurine. Professor Lupin gave him a book called "Quidditch Teams of the World" and Hagrid had made him a small wooden model of Buckbeak (a.k.a Witherwings), the Hippogriff that used to belong to Harry's godfather, Sirius. After Harry had thanked everyone and been hugged Mrs. Weasley numerous times, Mr. Weasley took him aside and handed him an envelope.

"This arrived by owl this morning, and it was addressed to you. I would have given it to you this morning but…well…you weren't there when it arrived."

Harry looked at the back of the envelope and saw familiar, loopy, green writing that read-

"This envelope contains the Will of Albus, Percival, Wulfric, Brian, Dumbledore.

And it is one of my last requests that this Will be opened by Harry James Potter only."

Harry stared, open-mouthed at the words that he had just read. He swore under his breath, hoping that Mr. Weasley hadn't heard him.

"Bu-but Mr. Weasley, why does he want me to be the only one to open it?" he asked quietly.

"I think I've got a fair idea Harry. I think he might have something he wants to tell you, possibly something that only you would understand." He replied with a confused look on his face that greatly resembled Ron.

"I'm not sure Albus would want anyone to be with you while you read it, so I'll leave you alone for a while. You could take a walk if you want, but be careful. Molly would be after my skin if anything else happened to you today, and if she found out it was me who told you to go. If you want anyone, just yell."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley." Harry said. Then Mr. Weasley walked back to everyone while Harry began walking towards the Weasley's front gate. He decided that instead of going for a walk, he'd just sit behind the wall. So, after sitting down, he wasn't able to bring himself to open the letter. He was afraid of what he would read, and also how it would affect him. He sat staring at it for a minute before his curiosity won over his fear. He slowly broke the seal of the envelope and began reading-

Dear Harry

If you are reading this then I am obviously not with you anymore. If this is the case, I must have died during our mission together or shortly afterwards. The only reason I know this is because I was constantly updating my will according to the information I had acquired. First of all I must tell you, please try not to grieve over my death as it insignificant in the terrible task you must complete. Secondly I must tell you that this is not the last time you will be hearing from me, but you will hear more about that in a moment. And thirdly, I have a surprise for your birthday. I will be giving you something of great importance. You will find out what this is as soon as you finish reading my…letter.

Now, about this Will business.

I, Albus, Percival, Wulfric, Brian, Dumbledore, being of sound mind and sound body am leaving everything I possess to Mr. Harry, James, Potter.

It is my wish that Ms. Minerva, Alowishes, McGonagall, replaces me as principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Good luck to you Minerva.

It is also my wish that Mr. Alastor, David, Moony (a.k.a Mad-eye Moody) replaces me as Head of The Order of the Phoenix. Good luck to you also Alastor.

Glad all that's over with.

Ok Harry, I have already told you that this shall not be the last time that you will be hearing from me. The reason I am saying this is because, you may have forgotten about the portrait in my office? Well, my portrait is not there just for decoration. I knew that one day I would die, so I decided to 'go', prepared. I have left enough of my personality in my portrait (which is something I have been working on for years) to be exactly like my old self (apart from the whole walking and fighting thing).

Now what I suggest you do is; remove my portrait from my office and shrink it, then you may carry it with you wherever you decide to travel to.

I am assuming that you have already decided that you do not wish to return to Hogwarts to complete your final year of education, "(How the hell did he just assume that?)", but I am offering you this advice and it is up to you to decide whether you want to take it or not. If you go back and complete your final year at Hogwarts then you may pick up many useful spells and also perfect non-verbal magic. The use of non-verbal magic is essential as it may help you against Tom. Also, if you return to school, I am sure that Minerva will give you permission to leave the school whenever the need arises. I am also quite sure she will allow…shall we say…certain students to accompany you on such misadventures. I will say no more about this matter.

Now I told you that I have a present for you so let me give you some advice about it-

You may name it whatever you wish.

Whatever equipment you need, can be found in my office, and as all of my equipment is a part of my possessions, they are now yours anyway. You will understand what I mean about this in a few moments.

Use it well…

Harry for the last six years I have looked upon you like a grandfather would a favourite grandson, so please try and look after yourself, and those you love. And also please tell everyone I said Good-bye and Good-luck in the future.

I will never truly have left you if you are still loyal towards me. Never forget that.

I hope that some form of me shall be talking to you soon.

Forever in memory

Professor Albus Dumbledore

P.S. And always remember "Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber and Tweak!"

Harry quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve before jumping in alarm. Dark ashes were pouring out of the empty envelope that had just begun to float a couple of inches above the ground. It only took a matter of seconds for the envelope to completely empty itself of the ashes which Harry had continued to watch, burning with curiosity.

"Why would Dumbledore give me ashes…AAGH!" Harry yelled in alarm and jumped so high he hit his head off a stone in the wall. Cursing furiously under his breath, Harry looked down at the…thing…that had caused him to hurt his head. Well at least now he understood everything Dumbledore had mentioned about…it…in his Will.

"But how did he manage to get one?"

Harry reached down and took the tiny, shrivelled, wrinkly phoenix into his arms. He knew it wasn't Fawkes, because Fawkes had disappeared when Dumbledore died. Wait, Dumbledore! Harry was going to be able to talk to Dumbledore again. His portrait. Why didn't he think of it before? He had gone into Dumbledore's office after he had died and had even seen the portrait. Well, he could worry about that later. What would he call his phoenix? Then it seemed completely obvious-

"Hey Fawkes. I'm not sure how Hedwig will take to you, but she'll get used to it, I think?"

Harry walked back into the Weasley's garden half an hour later to hear Mrs. Weasley and Bill having the same old argument with Fleur trying to get a word in every few seconds.

"Bill dear, will you just let me trim the edges a bit. It looks like you've got feathers in your hair."

"Mum, I told you already, these are feathers…not sure what their off though."

"I sink zey look vairy sexy! Don't you agree?" Fleur said, while twirling a strand of Bills hair around her baby finger in a seductive manner, causing a furious looking Mrs. Weasley to blush scarlet and turn to Fred and George who were flicking peas at Ron and Hermione.

Harry decided that instead of telling everyone about Dumbledore's Will at the moment, he would wait until tomorrow and just enjoy a peaceful evening in the company of his family and closest friends.

"OI HARRY! Who gave you the wrinkly, grey hand-bag?" Fred said loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

"Oh my God!" squealed Hermione in a high pitched voice. "That's not a bag, THAT'S A PHOENIX!"


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