HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL WAR
Summary: Harry Potter has returned from Hogwarts and has wasted no time in his search for Voldemort's Horcruxes. Against the wishes of his friends, he goes off alone. Will Harry win the fight against Voldemort?
Rated: M for violence, language, and sex
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And neither do you.
Chapter 5: The Fun on the Third Floor
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Harry's eyes shot open in shock as an excited blur threw itself at Harry. After being knocked on the floor, Harry looked up as a girl laid on top of him, smiling. "Harry!" she screamed happily. "We thought we'd never find you!" As Harry blinked, he realized his glasses had been knocked off his face during the fall. He felt the weight of the person on top of him pull itself off of Harry and held out an arm. Harry took his glasses and placed them on his face, blinking.
Slowly, a girl with brown, bushy hair came into focus. She was about 6 inches shorter than Harry and was beaming at him eerily. Behind her, still on the bus, were two red-headed teenagers, one male and the other female. Harry recognized these people as his best friends Hermione, Ron, and his ex-girlfriend Ginny. His face drooped slightly as he realized who they were.
"What are you all doing here?" Harry said in a shocked sort of voice. Ron stepped off the bus and picked up Harry's trunk.
"Coming after you, of course. You didn't think we'd let you go off all alone did you? We're not that stupid…" Ron replied with a smile. He carried Harry's trunk onto the bus and set it next to some beds that had slightly-ruffled sheets covering them. Harry assumed Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had bee sitting on these.
"But… I told you not to come after me," Harry stated, following his friends onto the bus. Hermione smirked at Harry.
"No you didn't…"
"Well I meant to! Obviously I hadn't intended you to come after me, or I would've told you where to find me!" Harry sat down on his bed. "I mean… I even left Hedwig with Ron! What about that!" Ron smiled at Harry and pulled up a birdcage from behind a bed into the air.
"I've got Hedwig right here, Harry, relax."
Harry looked around dumbfounded. Lance was still up at the front of the bus with Ernie. He hadn't asked Harry for fare, so Harry assumed his friends must have already paid for him. As he glanced back at the beds, the witch in the orange pajamas was still lying in bed, though she looked awake and slightly paler than Harry had last seen her. Harry then recalled seeing several witches and wizards on the bus looking pale. The ride wasn't exactly something you'd call enjoyable.
BANG. The purple bus was speeding through the country once again. As Harry returned his gaze to his friends, he saw that Ron had sat on the bed to Harry's right and Hermione had sat on the bed to the right of Ron's. Harry could only assume Ginny was on Harry's left. Harry sighed and looked down at his feet. Hermione picked up on Harry's emotions.
"Oh Harry will you please listen to us? We know you wanted to do this on your own, we understand. But think about it! Going off on your own is no way to go about this! What you need is help, friends – people to back you up and assist you in things that you don't have experience in either." Hermione stared at Harry meaningfully. Harry looked back up at her and sighed.
"I don't want any of you hurt! You are the things that mean most to me in this world, and I know Voldemort would go after you all! Plus, it's dangerous even if Voldemort doesn't go after you."
"Harry, we don't care," replied Ron. "We're just as ready to take that risk as you are." Harry looked at Hermione. She was nodding. He turned around to look at Ginny. She was staring at the floor. He turned back to Hermione and Ron.
"I guess…" he trailed off, looking at his shoes. "I just don't know what I'd do without you all…"
"Harry, the more help you have, there are better chances of nothing going wrong," stated Hermione. Harry had to agree with her. He could use the help. He didn't have any idea what to do or where to go.
As he pondered this in his head, Harry felt a gentle tap on his left shoulder. Turning around to see who it was, Harry saw Ginny's deep, brown eyes looking back.
"Um, Harry. D'you… Do you mind if I could talk to you for a second?" Ginny said quietly. Harry turned back to Hermione and Ron. While Ron looked confused, Hermione was nodding quickly as if to say 'Go and talk NOW!' Harry turned back to Ginny.
"Sure."
Ginny turned and began walking towards the very back of the bus. Harry got off his bed and followed her. He could have sworn he heard Hermione say, "She gets straight to the point, that Ginny, there."
Ginny and Harry walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor silently. Upon seeing a few people on that floor, she continued up to the third floor which proved empty. She continued walking to the middle of the bus, so Harry followed.
Suddenly, Ginny stopped. She whipped around and stared deep into Harry's eyes. They couldn't be more than two feet apart. As Harry looked at Ginny, he realized her brown eyes had become very teary, though Ginny wasn't crying.
"Harry I… I've been miserable at The Burrow. I can't stop thinking about what you said about it being your fault if Voldemort used me against you."
"I meant it Ginny," Harry replied. "If Voldemort found out about us and used you to get to me, I couldn't live with myself. It would be my fault that you were dead."
"Yeah?" Ginny began heatedly. "And what about if I didn't go with you? What if I knew I could go with you and had left you alone and you ended up dying? I would feel just as bad, Harry!"
"Ginny you can't feel that way! It's my destiny! I have to go after him, and I don't want you to die in the process! With you dead, I'd give up hope!" Harry's face was turning red. Harry noted Ginny's face was already red. Her eyes weren't as teary anymore.
"Harry you don't understand! You're being stupid! This isn't some big ordeal that you have to go through alone! YOU NEED HELP!" Ginny shouted. Their voices continued to grow, but they didn't care. Harry didn't care if all the Muggles in the world heard what was going on right now, this was important.
"NO!" Harry roared. "I CAN'T LOSE YOU!" Harry had taken a step forward. He was glaring down into Ginny's face, but he didn't know why. He was angry at her right now, so angry – but he loved her too.
"I CAN'T LOSE YOU EITHER!" Ginny shouted back.
"THEN IT'S SETTLED! YOU'RE COMING WITH ME SO I CAN PROTECT YOU!" Harry screamed back. This wasn't the original outcome Harry had wanted, but his senses were mixed fiercely at that moment.
"FINE!" Ginny yelled back. Her eyes had become wet again. Both Harry and Ginny were red-faced and panting. They were very close. Somehow during their fight they had become very close. Harry's face was very close to Ginny's. Too close, in fact.
Suddenly Harry leaned forward and kissed Ginny. His eyes were closed and so were Ginny's. Ginny flung her arms around Harry's neck as Harry put his hands on Ginny's waist. Ginny took a step into the kiss and parted her lips slowly, allowing Harry's tongue to slip through. Harry explored Ginny's mouth with his tongue excitedly, as if he had been waiting his entire life for this moment. Neither of the two had breathed in a while, but they didn't care.
BANG. The bus lurched forward as they shot from the countryside into the city. Harry and Ginny were knocked onto the floor, but they didn't break the kiss. It wasn't until the bus came to a halt to pick up yet another passenger that Ginny and Harry parted lips, panting even heavier than before. Ginny lay on top of Harry and smiled at him.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to him.
"Me too," Harry replied, sincerely hoping they would get back to kissing soon. Ginny leaned down and began kissing Harry more passionately and controlled than before. She tickled the roof of Harry's mouth until he moaned happily. As she did so, she played with his hair. Harry placed his hands on Ginny's back and slid his hands down a bit further. Ginny responded to Harry's actions by smiling and giggling slightly into the kiss.
Harry then reached his hands up Ginny's shirt and massaged her back for a moment. He continued his hands around to her front where he cupped her breasts. Harry couldn't believe the position he was in. He went from fighting – literally shouting – with Ginny, to kissing her. And to make things even better, Harry was now feeling her up. He loved Ginny so much at times like these.
A noise coming from downstairs told Harry and Ginny their fun would be cut short. Another passenger was boarding the bus and could very well stumble upon them up on the third floor in a position that was very embarrassing, especially in public. Harry slid his hands out for Ginny's shirt and slipped his hands around her neck and legs as he stood. He cradled her for a second, and then let her down to the floor. He held her hand as they walked down the stairs to the first floor.
As they reached the first floor, they passed a wizard in green robes going up the stairs. Harry and Ginny walked over to Hermione and Ron, smiling slightly. Hermione jumped with glee at the sight of the two.
"Oh, FINALLY! I'm so glad you two made up!" She said happily.
"Oh, I think they made out just fine," Ron noted grumpily, pointing out that Ginny's makeup was slightly smudged. Harry felt sort of sorry that Ron had to deal with his best friend and sister going out, but thought he would have to deal with it. If it had taken him and Ginny this long to make up, Harry didn't want them ever to fight again.
Harry sat down on his bed next to Ginny, still holding her hand. He looked out the window. BANG. Just as he had, they began speeding through the country again. Farms passed by the window occasionally as they sped down the old roads. As Harry looked back at Ginny, she rested her head on his shoulder. Ron was fumbling with his trunk for something, and Hermione had pulled out a book and was reading it.
Harry looked over into the aisle as Ernie walked by with a tray. Fumbling with his spectacles, Ernie looked down at Harry and his friends. "Would you all like some tea?" At first, Harry went to accept Ernie's offer, then realized that Ernie was the driver of the bus. Harry's eyes widened in shock, and as he looked around, Ron's, Hermione's, and Ginny's were too.
"Ernie!" Harry cried. "Who's driving the bus?"
Ernie chuckled for a second and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "The bus can drive itself, of course. It is magic, you know." He continued smiling to himself as he sat down on Ron's bed and passed out small teacups to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Lance. He took turns filling each person's cup up and then passed out sugar, lemons, and other things to put in the tea. Harry smiled gently as Ginny snuggled closer to him after taking a sip of her tea. Harry stared down at his cup and noticed that the bus wasn't shaking as much. The driving was a bit smoother and their tea wasn't even spilling over the edges. Harry questioned whether having Ernie driving was even necessary.
Harry continued to examine his teacup after taking a couple of sips. It was an unusually shaped teacup, and didn't match the others – though at second glance, Harry realized that none of the teacups matched. As he continued to look at his own teacup, Harry thought it was very odd. It had two handles on either side of it and was made of a delicate gold. As Harry turned it around to view the other side, he noticed there was a badger engraved into the side of the cup. Harry narrowed his eyes in concentration. He thought he'd seen this cup somewhere before… And then it hit him.
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A/N: Well, there it is! Nora and I had such a fun time writing this chapter at 12-2 in the morning… Lol. We sincerely hope you enjoy it and the CLIFFHANGERRR! R&R!