Disclaimer: I own nothing but some of the plot ideas.
When Harry woke up, he did so to the sound of the a door slamming. Carefully raising up, Harry looked around to find the source of the noise. When he looked to the stairs, he saw Mrs. Weasely walking down, about to come into the living room.
Laying back down, Harry pretended to sleep while Mrs. Weasely looked over the scene in front of her with her only daughter sprawled on top of a boy whom she though dead not two days ago.
Making up her mind, Mrs. Weasely merely continued on outside, shrugging at the obvious display of love between the two.
It was then that Harry made the mistake of falling back to sleep instead of getting up.
The next time that he woke up, it was to someone's yell.
"What the hell? Ginny, get away from him, he could be dangerous!" came Hermione's voice as she found Ginny and Harry.
"Hermione, he is no more dangerous than a gnome. Its Harry, get over yourself," replied Ginny as she sat up.
"You don't know that, he could be in disguise," replied Hermione, vehemently.
"No, its Harry. I would know if it wasn't him," said Ginny furiously, before she got off of Harry and proceeded to go upstairs.
"I'm on to you, Harry, and it'll never work. You can never hope to stand up to Lady Morgan or Lord Mordred. Never," whispered Hermione.
"Hahaha, that's really funny, Hermione, tell another one," laughed Harry sarcastically as he went upstairs to use the bathroom.
When he got back downstairs, the whole Weasely clan, minus Percy, was gathered in the kitchen. Having decided the night before to strip the spells from them, Harry took a deep breath before greeting them.
"Good morning everyone!" greeted Harry. "I have something to tell you."
"What is it, dear?" asked Molly.
"Well, last year, the person that you know as Dumbledore was revealed to be someone whom we know to be evil," began Harry.
"This is madness," cackled Hermione. "Dumbledore is for the light, he can't be evil!"
"Silence," commanded Harry, his words filled with power. "Dumbledore tried to get me to go into a large pensieve, but a lady named Lyana stopped him. She soon unmasked him for who he, I mean she, truly was."
"And that was?" asked Bill, apprehensively.
"None other than Morgan La Fey, the half-sister of King Arthur the Pendragon, and bearer of their bastard child, Mordred," Harry continued, his voice getting louder to override the collective gasps. "Lyana also revealed certain spells put into place by Morgan to keep me distracted and to alert her to my actions."
"What spells?" asked Ron.
"Spells that she put on all of you. Each of your spells plays on your emotions, and the only ones that isn't being controlled are Fred, George, and Ginny."
"Why them," demanded Hermione. "The rest don't seem to be any different. I think he's trying to trick us."
"YOU FOOL!" yelled Harry, finally losing his temper. His magic began to become visible and shoot off in odd arcs of green energies. "DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WILL ALLOW YOU TO STOP ME FROM REMOVING THE SPELLS? GO, TELL YOUR MISTRESS THAT I AM TAKING MY LIFE BACK!"
With a sharp, cutting gesture, Harry banished Hermione from the room, much the dismay of Ron.
"Who do you think you are? You waltz back here after a year and expect us to welcome you back with open arms! Then you feed us some garbage about us being controlled and banish Hermione when she argues against you," yelled Ron, his jealousy taking hold of him.
Ignoring Ron, Harry drew energy into himself, and began to pour it into different spells. When he was finally done, he shot the spells at everyone in the room, stripping the existing spells from those wh had them and giving everyone protection from further mental invasion.
"Harry? What did you do, I feel different. Like something was messing with me this whole time," said Ron, dreamily.
"That was the spell. Mr. Weasely, you had an Imperius Curse, Mrs. Weasely, you were being controlled through your anger and protectiveness, Percy is being controlled through his ambition. Fred and George managed to fight there's off, Ron, your's was jealousy to the point of hatred. Ginny, your's was to be Riddle's diary, but that backfired," explained Harry.
"What about us?" asked Bill and Charley.
"Charlie, you work to far away for Morgan to worry about, and Bill, I'm sorry, but that nice girl, Fleur..."started Harry, but he was interrupted by Bill.
"How do you know about her?" he asked, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, but she's part veela, and she's been taking you over slowly."
"Is Hermione being controlled?" asked Ron, desperately.
"Did you really want to marry her, Ron?" asked Harry.
"I don't think so, I vaguely remember that I thought that she liked you, so I proposed, and she accepted," said Ron.
"She's a spy for Morgan. She's been getting payed to tell Morgan about what we do," said Harry. "There is nothing controlling her."
"Oh man, and we thought that Voldemort was all that we had to worry about," said Charlie.
"Yeah, well Morgan is using him as a smokescreen, so that when she kills him, she can have Mordred rule everybody," replied Harry. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going for a walk."
With that, Harry proceeded outside and took a nice walk around the Burrow. When he got back to the back door, Harry found Ginny sitting on the porch, waiting for him.
"Hey Harry, how was your walk?" asked Ginny.
"Good, what are you doing out here?" he asked in reply.
"Everyone is rushing around, trying to strip Dumbledore's, I mean Morgan's, wards and then put up our own. I got tired of getting pushed out of the way, so I came out here to wait for you."
Sitting down beside her, Harry entwined his arms around her.
"I love you, Ginny," whispered Harry into her ear.
"I love you too, Harry," said Ginny, blushing at the feeling of Harry, pressing himself against her as if to never me separated.
Looking over at Ginny, Harry became lost in her chocolate colored eyes, as he leaned forward, drawing her into a deep kiss.
At that moment, the door opened and Ron walked outside, to catch the pair in the act.
"OY! Get off of her!" he yelled as he pulled the two apart. "I really don't want to see that, please, keep the PDA to a minimal, especially with my little sister!"
Harry blushed and laughed nervously at this, as Ginny glared at Ron.
"Ronald Weasely, I can do whatever I want with Harry, and you can't stop me!" yelled Ginny.
"Whatever?" asked Harry, as he tried to keep a straight face.
"Oh my God, Harry!" laughed Ginny as she hit him, playfully. "Such a dirty mind!"
"Stop it! I'm gonna hurl!" yelled Ron, causing the pair to fall down laughing.
Later that night, Harry left the Burrow, soundlessly Apparating to the inside of a volcano. Shielding himself from the heat, Harry set to work, drawing the molten material up and separating workable materials from the rest.
He had made up his mind over what he was going to do. After three hours of hard work, Harry held three rings in hand. He quickly put them in a box before Apparating back to the Burrow.
The next day, Ginny was sitting on the orch again as Harry walked up behind her.
"Ginny?" said Harry as he sat down beside her.
"Yes?" she asked, looking over at him.
"Do you really love me?" he asked, a questioning look on his face.
"Of course! Why would you think any differently?"
"Enough to spend the rest of your life, nay, eternity with me?" he asked nervously.
"What?" she asked confused.
Silently, Harry got down on one knee.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. "It would have to be kept secret, but will you?"
Shocked, Ginny shakily stood up. Shaking her head, refusing to accept this new development, she ignored his inquiries and ran to her room.
Sighing, Harry got up to follow, but decided to apparate instead.
"I take that as a no?" asked Harry as he appeared beside her on her bed.
"Harry," her voice was strong even though tears flowed from her eyes. "You can't just come back after being gone a year and expect me to want to marry you after a day!"
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry for everything." A single tear fell on Ginny's hands as Harry disappeared, Shifting instead of Apparating.
So how do you like it? (And if you be wondering, three rings for engagement, and both wedding bands).
Need help, who should Mordred turn out to be? I think Snape. Tell me who you think it should be and why.
R&R please!