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
Disclaimer: Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I don't own Harry Potter,
And neither do you.
Chapter 11: Fun and Fury.
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Harry sighed heavily. He tried looking around him, but everything was dark. He tried squinting, but realized he hadn't opened his eyes. As he did, light flooded his view, causing Harry to shut his eyes quickly in pain. He opened his eyes more slowly and reached over to the bedside table. He pulled his glasses over his face and the world came into focus.
Ron was sitting next to him, his eyes scanning the inside of a Quidditch magazine. Hermione was pacing by Ron, muttering quietly to herself. Harry turned his head and saw Ginny sitting on the bed next to him, her head in her hands. Harry sighed loudly, announcing that he was awake. His head hurt terribly. He put his arms behind him, trying to get up, but felt a hot pain shoot up his right arm. Harry fell back onto the bed and held his arm straight out. It was bandaged heavily. As the pain slowly subsided, Hermione rushed over to him.
"Harry, oh my god! Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you need something? Are you hungry?" Hermione continued to fret over Harry until he stopped her.
"Hermione, I'm fine but… what am I doing here?" Harry asked, glancing around the room. Hew as back in Hogwarts, in the Hospital Wing. As he concentrated on remembering where he was before waking, Harry's head began throbbing. Suddenly he remembered.
"Why aren't we in the Department of Mysteries?"
"Harry, shush. We're out of there now," Hermione said. Ginny was now looking at Harry. She looked very tired, as if she hadn't slept at all, and was waiting for Harry to wake the whole time. Ron had placed the Quidditch magazine on the ground.
"Harry, don't you remember anything that happened?" he asked. Harry nodded, though it made his headache seem worse.
"I talked to Sirius! I talked to Sirius and Dumbledore. Dumbledore said he knew the sword was a-"
"Harry?" Ginny asked, sounding as tired as she looked. "You didn't talk to anyone. You put your hand through the arch and started screaming in pain. Then you went into a sort of trance. It was really weird, we were so scared."
Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion and looked at each of his friend in turn. He hadn't gone into a trance… He'd talked to Dumbledore and Sirius!
"I never went into a trance, I… I talked to them."
"No, Harry. After you went into your trance, you just stood there. We tried to call your name and get you to respond, but it didn't seem like you heard us. Then you sort of went rigid. You were screaming at the top of your lungs, and you starting twitching uncontrollably. We tried to pull you out, but you were really hot… to the touch, that is. It wasn't until Hermione starting casting spells that we got you out. And that's when we saw…" Ginny trailed off. She merely pointed at Harry's bandaged arm, slightly fearful.
Harry peered down at his arm. He clutched the bandages lightly with his left arm, and began fumbling with them.
"Harry, don't," Hermione said in a quiet voice. Harry ignored her and began unwrapping the dressings on his arm. It hurt every time his hand slipped, but Harry only winced and continued. Once he had gotten the bandages off, Harry's face widened in amazement and fear. A black scorch mark led up from Harry's index finger and crept all the way up his arm, ending just past his elbow.
Harry saw Ginny grimace out of the corner of his eye. Hermione took a step back, and Ron looked paler than usual. Harry continued to stare at it, not wondering whether to be scared, amazed, or an unusual combination of the two. As he continued to inspect it, Harry realized it was very similar to the mark Dumbledore had had on his arm at the beginning of the last term.
"So… Dumbledore didn't get the burn from the Horcrux. He got it… from the archway in the Department of Mysteries," Harry stated. This confused him. Dumbledore hadn't said anything about how he had destroyed the Horcrux, but he'd assumed that Dumbledore used a spell. What if Dumbledore had destroyed the ring by putting it through the veil while it was on his finger? Or what if Dumbledore needed to ask for help too.
"I need to go back," Harry announced. Hermione gasped, Ginny stood up, and Ron shook his head.
"No way, mate. You're staying there and healing."
"It's not going to heal! Didn't you see Dumbledore's? His didn't heal, even up until his final hours he still had it. It's staying there for good. I need to go back and talk to Dumbledore." Ginny took a step forward.
"You didn't talk to anyone, Harry!" she said, sounding a little bit stronger.
"Yes I did," Harry said defiantly. "But we didn't talk. We thought. It was more like… we communicated through our thoughts."
"How can Dumbledore and Sirius have thoughts if they're dead?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know, but that veil has to be a way to talk to the dead, to talk to the spirits that chose not to become ghosts." Hermione's eyes widened.
"Maybe that's why it burned your arm! By putting a part of your body into the arch, you partially crossed over into a sort of Dead World." At this suggestion, Ron raised an eyebrow.
"So does that mean Harry's a zombie? Or does he just have a zombie arm? Hey, Harry, why don't you see if you can do anything cool with your new zombie arm!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Ronald, hush! I'm being serious! Harry put his life in serious danger, there." Ron looked down at his hands and blushed slightly. Hermione shook her head and turned back to Harry. "You can't go back. You'll be risking too much. You've come close enough to death already."
"But Hermione, I haven't gotten all the information I need." Ginny stepped forward and looked down at Harry.
"No. You're done. I'm not losing you over your fret for a Horcrux. You can do without Sirius and Dumbledore's help. You're smart enough."
"Ginny, you don't understand!"
"No, Harry! I understand completely. What I don't understand is why you have the constant urge to put yourself in danger of death. You don't think, Harry. You act on impulse." Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Ginny continued. "And sure, some of your impulses are a good thing, you need to take a step back more often. You rely too heavily upon your luck, Harry. One of these days, your luck will run out. You're smarter than you let yourself believe."
Harry sat there, looking dumbfounded. Now that he thought about it, a lot of the stuff he did was stupid and dangerous. Going after Sirius when I had the vision, going into the Chamber of Secrets, going after the Sorcerer's Stone, destroying the Horcrux on the bus, putting his finger into the arch… ALL of it was on impulse, and ALL of it was more dangerous than anything most people have ever encountered.
Something had finally clicked in Harry's mind. He needed to stop relying completely on his urges and whims. While some of them turned out alright, Voldemort had already learned how to trick Harry into something because Harry had acted on impulse.
"I won't act entirely on impulse anymore," Harry vowed to Ginny. He reached out his good hand and laced his fingers between hers. Ginny's eyes watered a bit, though she didn't shed any tears. She leaned down and kissed Harry gently on the cheek.
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Harry doodled boredly on his paper as Professor Flitwick spoke. As he concentrated on his doodle of a broomstick, Flitwick went on.
"So, on with today's lesson!" Flitwick turned around and scurried to the very front of the room. Harry looked up and leaned his head on his hand. "Today, we will be learning the Chink Charm. It's very useful if you need to crack something open! Now, repeat after me… Fragorio. Without wands please…"
"Fragorio," the class chanted together. Professor Flitwick beamed.
"Correct! Can anyone tell me the origin of this charm?" Before his question was even finished, Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Ms. Granger?"
"Fragorio was first used when Sir Mackellar of Scotland needed to add on rooms to his castle. Not being very good at constructive spells or transfiguration, he cracked holes in his walls to make the opening for the rooms!" Hermione smiled, looking very content with herself.
"Very good, Ms. Granger! 5 points to Gryffindor! Now, if you all get into groups of 4, you can collect some bricks from the back of the room and practice the Chink Charm."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione paired up with Neville and walked to the back of the room collecting their bricks. After they made their way back to their desks, they began practicing the spell. It was unexpectedly hard.
"Fragorio," Ron said clearly, thrusting his wand in the direction of his brick. Nothing happened. "FRAGORIO," Ron said louder, his voice louder than anyone else's in the room. Still nothing happened. "What is wrong with this thing?" Ron questioned, tapping his wand against the desk. The desktop turned blue and Ron flushed a bright red color. Hermione giggled and changed the desk back to normal.
They continued practicing the spell, trying to crack their brick. No one seemed to be able to do it, not even Hermione. At one point, Neville had thought he cracked the brick, but he had actually hit the brick so hard when he tried casting the spell and a small chunk flew of and landed on the floor. As Ron tried once more, he ended up sending the brick flying up in the air, hitting Neville square in the forehead. Neville landed on the floor with a clunk, as did the brick.
"Oh Neville, I am so sorry!" Ron called out, bending over him. He had a square-shaped bruise just above his eyebrows. Professor Flitwick came over.
"Weasley, I believe you said the wrong spell. Did you by any chance say Flagorio?" Ron looked down at his feet and turned a fierce scarlet. "Well, Mr. Longbottom needs to be taken to the Hospital Wing. Tell Madame Pomfrey what happened." Ron helped Neville up and looked at Harry and Hermione.
"I'll… er… be back later." He shrugged at Harry, and then looked at Hermione. He grinned, embarrassed. He turned and left and Hermione quickly turned back to the brick. She began chanting the spell, to no avail. Harry noticed she was now blushing, and he smiled.
"And why are you blushing?" Harry asked, staring at her. She kept her face down, looking at the brick.
"I'm… I'm not, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, I think you are," Harry said, fighting back his laughter. He reached out and lifted Hermione's face. She blushed even more.
"Oh, stop it," Hermione said, seeing Harry's face.
"Does Miney-Winey like Won-Won?" Harry asked in a baby voice, his face red from the strain of not laughing. Hermione blushed even redder, which Harry didn't think was possible.
"Stop," she whispered quietly, and hid her face as she pretended to look for something in her bag. Harry chuckled to himself, releasing some of his laughter so the strain wasn't so hard.
"Well I'm glad you two are finally at it," Harry said. "You've liked each other for years and it's about time," he said, grinning. Hermione lifted her had and looked at Harry, glaring at him.
"If you don't stop, I'm telling Ron about what you were really doing the other night in that bathroom. Harry's face turned just as red as Hermione's. He stopped smiling.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me," Hermione said. Harry glared back at her and turned back to the brick.
"Fragorio!" he said angrily. A large crack split the brick in two.
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Harry and Hermione walked down the corridor quietly, still not being able to speak to each other out of embarrassment. They reached the Great Hall for dinner and sat down at the Gryffindor table where Ron and Neville already were.
"Neville, your forehead looks much better!" Hermione noted happily. She flashed a daring look to Harry, warning him to say nothing to Ron.
"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey fixed it up really easily, but she let us wait there until class was over." Neville grinned widely and dug into his dinner. Harry helped himself to some barbeque chicken and corn as he looked up and around the Great Hall. He turned his head left and right, searching for Ginny, when she sat down next to him unexpectedly.
"Hey," she sighed, putting her bag at her feet. She kissed Harry lightly on the cheek as she grabbed for her own plate.
"How were classes?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Ugh. Dreadful… We got the same talk from every teacher about how we needed to focus on our studies, even though we weren't taking N.E.W.T.s until next year." Harry grinned at her, then took a bite of his chicken. Hermione turned to Ron.
"Harry managed to crack our brick," she said, trying to make conversation. Ron looked surprised.
"Oh! How did you do it?" Ron asked. Harry looked skeptically at Hermione.
"I… er… Hermione kicked me, so I was angry and it worked."
"Why did she kick you?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, um… I… kicked her first?" Harry said. Hermione shut her eyes and sighed, looking frustrated. Ginny shrugged and ate, not caring enough to press on further.
"Oh, by the way, congratulations on being made Head Girl, Hermione!" Ginny said excitedly. She grinned at Hermione who beamed back.
"I'm so excited!" Hermione said. "I even got my own room!" Harry smiled at Hermione, and then looked at Ron and winked, hinting.
After their stomachs were full, and people had begun to walk to their Common Rooms, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all agreed to go up. After they gave the Fat Lady the password ('Pixie Sparkle!'), they climbed through the hole and sat in a corner of the Common Room, since their favorite chairs by the fire were taken. Harry sat next to Ginny and Ron sat by them, next to Hermione. Harry told Ginny about what'd happened in Charms class, and Ginny giggled.
"Well, it's as you said. They've been flirting and stuff for years. It's about bloody time!" Harry grinned at Ginny as she agreed with him.
Ginny got up and walked over to Harry, sitting on the edge of his chair's arm. She leaned back and lay on Harry's lap, smiling. Harry grinned down at Ginny and swept a bit of red hair out of her face. He played with her hair for a while as she relaxed. Harry closed his eyes as she cuddled up closer to him. After a while, Harry and Ginny were flirting dangerously, obviously both having the same thing on their mind.
Right as Harry was about to pretend to be tired, Hermione stood up.
"Well, I think I'll turn in for the night," she said. She glanced at Ron, who stood up as well.
"I'll walk you to your room!" he said a bit too excitedly. They hurried up the stairs to Hermione's room. Harry grinned at Ginny. They followed suit, but ran up a separate staircase to the boys' dormitories. Harry walked in and checked that no one was there before he and Ginny entered. Before shutting the door, he placed a tie on the handle. He shut the door and ran over to his bed where Ginny was already laying down. She grinned up at him.
Harry climbed onto hi bead and lay on top of Ginny. He kissed her passionately, closing his eyes. As he felt Ginny push closer into him, he opened his mouth and allowed Ginny's tongue to slide between his lips. He put his arms on her waist as he pulled her closer into the kiss. Harry tugged on her pants as he kissed her. Acknowledging him, she slid her pants off and kicked them somewhere across the room. She then lifted Harry's shirt over his head, breaking the kiss momentarily to take his shirt off. She flung it somewhere.
Harry felt the cool air brush against his bare skin. The kiss progressed after Harry lifted Ginny's shirt off of her. He pushed up against her, feeling the warmth and radiance from her skin rub against his own. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and played with Harry's toes, using her own. Ginny broke the kiss, panting. She turned Harry over and straddled him. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper slowly. She slid his pants off and let them drop next to the bed.
Ginny eyed Harry's arousal with interest. She smiled and reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her bra, letting herself fall out. She heard Harry's breathing grow irregular. She bent down and pressed her chest up against Harry's, kissing him passionately. She broke the kiss and began trailing her tongue down Harry's collar bone. Harry inhaled sharply as warm chills shot down his spine. Ginny trailed kisses down Harry's chest and stomach, stopping right at his boxers. She slid them off him gently and took him in her hands, stroking him gently. Harry moaned and rocked his head back.
Ginny grinned at Harry seductively and bent over, taking him in her mouth. She closed her eyes and began moving her head up and down. Harry moaned, grabbing the sheets in pleasure. Suddenly the door opened. Someone was laughing. Harry's eyes widened.
"Harry d'you know that some idiot left a tie on the doorkno-" Ron's eyes widened with shock. Ginny whirled around and faced her brother. They sat there staring at each other for a second, both shocked beyond all reason. Then they screamed. Harry made a mad dash under the sheets, clutching them around his body. Ginny tried to cover her chest with the sheets as well, but Harry already had them all.
Ron stammered as he tried to walk away. He didn't know whether to run, walk, or faint. As he began to move, Ginny ran to the floor and grabbed Harry's pants that lay by the bed. As she covered up her chest with the pants, Ron tripped over her, falling on top of his mostly-naked sister. They both screamed even louder, and Ron tore from the room faster than Harry had ever seen him move. Harry and Ginny lay there panting, eyes wide with shock and fear, Ginny ran to the door and closed it, locking it as well.
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Authors' Note:
Nora: Okay, possibly our favorite chapter so far. We had SO much fun writing this, we hope you enjoy it as much as we do! There's lots of random humor, and the "behind the scenes" was even funnier...
Sean: If you don't get it, too bad. Sean and Nora do.
AIM BRAINSTORMING:
Nora: can we do a hermione/ron and it be all dominatrix like? lol
Nora: "erm... ginny... can you please take that out, i'd like to go to sleep now..."
Sean: and ron can just trip coz hes ron and can get a mouthful of booby
Nora: omg and then dean can wake up, and be like wtf, i hate you harry
Sean: and harry can laugh and be like I'm boning your ex
Nora: maybe just his head wedged between them i think
Sean: chapter 11: Fun and Furry.
Nora: haha furry... polyjuice cat
Sean: noo, fury, lol, like anger
Nora: i know, but u said furry
Sean: shush
Sean: what is harry doodling?
Sean: pick something -waits impatiently-
Nora: hand turkey… that looks like ginny
Nora: i always do hand turkeys lol
Sean: ...
Sean: broomstick it is!
Nora: HAHAHA bathroom...
Sean: I KNOW
Sean: guess what he was doing
Nora: well, unless he was playing w/ harry jr., idn… that's what i was thinking
Sean: mhm D
Sean: I need a password
Sean: i was capping/uncapping my highlighter and i was like HIGHLIGHTER IS THE PASS
Sean: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Sean: what do you think?
Sean: ... NORA
Sean: DONT MAKE ME CALL YOU
Sean: ARGH YOUR PHONE IS OFF
Sean: god DAMN woman
Nora: life lesson... never shave over blisters or bug bites
Needless to say, Sean and Nora think this is their best chapter yet. Hope you enjoyed! REVIEWS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED.