A/N Thanks for the reviews I received. I have another story and well… that one didn't get any. So I'm extremely grateful for does of you that took the time to let me know what they though about the story so far.
We left off:
Harry left the couple to talk out their differences and headed to contact Moony and ask for his help. Unfortunately Moony had other plans and wouldn't be able to accompany him to the bolts. It seemed that every body had other plans and he was going to be stuck to do the inventory by himself.
Chapter 1
Dinner that night was un-eventful, nothing like the first few days after the battle, only the twins, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry were there. If it was up to Molly Weasley, she would have the whole Weasley and the remainder of the Order there all day everyday to look after them.
"Now Dears, what are you all planning on doing tomorrow?" Molly was not use to having a house with her kids in it and have it being quiet. "We mom, are going to…" his twin finish for him. "… start on a new line of products for your everyday de-cleaning house wife: When you feel that you clean more then you dirk up the house. Don't worry the solution is……" Fred turned to his twin. "well, we are still working in a catchy name for that." George shrugged. Hermione and Molly share a look. "Why would a house wife want to dirty up the house?" "No one said it was intended for house wives to use on their house." Fred reply. And George continued, "We're pretty shore that Hogwarts students are going to find… ah, some more useful and creative ways to make Mr. Fitch's job interesting." There was a round of laugher from all around the table at the prospect of causing the caretaker some entertainment.
Hermione was next, "Ronald and I are going to have a…… date." Ron accompanied her in the flushing. Molly in the other hand had a giddy smile on her face; her Ronnikins was going on a date. "And Harry is going to go to Gringotts, to check on the bolts and their contents." Hermione continue, but tried to take some of the spotlight from the date tomorrow. Molly and Arthur share a small look but didn't comment on it. Arthur turn to Ginny asked, "What about you Gin-Gin? Have any plans?" At this Ron made a face but other wais stud quiet, maybe it was the fact that the talk that Herms and he had earlier was way to long to sit through it again.
Ginny turned to her Dad, with a smile playing in her lips, and answer. "I had plans but they were canceled at the last minute. I guess I could always help Harry. That's if he still needs help?" she turn to look at Harry, who inturn looked back but with a look a mixture of happiness and surprise. "Ah… Yeah. That would… be great…" he trail off, thinking over the situation.
The next morning after breakfast both Harry and Ginny prepare to leave to the bank. "I don't want to floe there Harry." "Me either. Okay grab onto me. I'll apparated us there." Ginny, being the evil little vixen that she was, grabbed his upper arm and squish it lightly, while her breast were in total contact with the arm. Harry had to try to concentrate harder on the destination. "You okay, Harry?" came Ginny's voice. "Yeah, I'm g-great." "Then why don't you open you eyes?" her voice was just a few inches from his left ear. She was obviously teasing him, although in his opinion torturing him.
Harry, after opening his eyes, and Ginny were greeted by a goblin that took them to a hall at the left side of the bank's entrance where they had apparated. The three came to a stop in front of a door full of symbols and no handle. The door open on its own accord, or so it seemed. They enter and with the goblins orders, they sat in the chairs in front of the desk. The goblin that had brought them didn't not stay but mention that the Head-Goblin would be right with them. They stayed silent for the first few minutes before Harry decided to ask her the one of the few questions that was eating him up. "Ah… so… who's this b-boy friend of yours?" he tried to make it out casual, but it was anything but. Ginny, we did clarify is an evil little vixen, know that he was nerves. She could always tell. The way his right hand always makes its way to his hair and the way his gaze shifts from thing to thing; but not taking any detail in. "Why do you want to know? Can I thrust you not to go and tell my darling brothers who he is?" "I… I won't tell anybody if that's what you want." he keep looking around the room. Before she could answer, a door open and in came a goblin, much older then the one that had brought them. "Good morning Mr. Potter and Miss. It is good of you to finally acknowledge the notes that were sent to you." Harry and Ginny where both familiar with goblins and their prideful characteristics; so they didn't see what good it would do to protest such greeting. It would get them no were, well maybe curse and through out.
Harry, and Ginny, sat for about an hour listing to the Head-Goblin read of the two wills: Lily and James Potter's and Sirius Black's. Was shown and given the keys and a stock of copies of documents containing the inventory of each bolt. The Head-Goblin then arranger for them to visit the bolts so they could look through them before signing any of the documents conforming that everything was still were it should be. Harry decided that it would be safer to just leave the Black bolt for last; the one belonging to his parents should require some prepping up before going through their things, so that left the Potter's family bolt.
The Potter family bolt was enormous. It contained tons of relics and trunks of jewels, as Ginny found out, that had belong to some ancestor or another. Even though it was big, it didn't take them more then an hour to go through it.
The bolt that had belong to Lily and James Potter was a bit smaller and didn't have as many things as the Family bolt but that didn't mean that it took them any less of a time looking around it. This for Harry, and unknown to him for Ginny, meant an emotional chaotic black hole. He felt closer to his parents yet so far. He looked though journals that had belong to his father and had read some of the passages. One that particularly grabbed his attention was about his mother.
I gave her the necklace and she hasn't returned it! I think I'm finally setting to her. Maybe this time next year she'll be mine. I'll go ask her out latte…
Okay maybe she's not warming up to me. I should have just not asked. Maybe that way she would have kept the necklace. I tried to explain that I wanted her to keep it. That I wasn't going to think: that just because she had she was in depth to me and would be force to go out with me. Oh well, now I guess I have to return the jewel…
Laughing a bit at the expense of his father's misery. Why not? He knew how it would work out. Harry took the next journal, one year later, and looked for the same date. Harry knew that he was going to find something written for that day…… and he was right.
Who would have though that Lily, that's right, the Lily Evans would end up being my girlfriend of four months. FOUR Months! That's right four wonderful months. With us being Heads it makes it better. I have Quidditch practice, I can't miss I'm the bloody Captain, tutoring younger kids, (cough) pranks (cough), homework, hanging out with the guys, and Heads duties. It would have been nearly impossible to have a girlfriend. Don't worry; I have already thanked that Headmaster for his brilliant sense of making yours- truly the Head-boy. Now I can do Head duties and snog my girlfriend both at the same time.
Okay so
Harry didn't want to know about his parents neglecting their duties
to go off and snogged, but it did bring a smile on his face to know
that his father was that happy for finally getting the girl of his
dreams. He saw Ginny from the corner of his eye and was just
thinking about how he had like for them to came together as a couple
again, when Ginny call him over.
"Harry look. It was you
mom's. Isn't beautiful?" Ginny showed him a letter that was
attached to the necklace. Apparently it was written by his mom.
First Birthday presents (that I keep) from James fist given on January 7th of the year 1976, and re-given on October 1st of the year 1976. The day I finally accepted to give him a chance. (Even though I was already much in love with the prick; way before that.)
It was a short note but it brought tears to his eyes. He had found out that not only did James care deeply for Lily but that Lily also cared about James. After seen the memories of his parents on his fifth year, he had dough that his mom had married his dad for love and not by being force into it. Yes, he had talked to Moony and… Sirius at that time but they were his father's best mates. For all Harry know they were covering up for his father. They had mention something along the lines of doing anything for each other, right? So why not lie to their friend's son about something like that? But there was no dough now that his mom did indeed love his father.
Wiping his eyes dry, he took the famous necklace from Ginny's hands and put it round her neck. The whole while, she said nothing until he was done. "Harry?" "I just want to see that it look like on y-someone." again he was avoiding her eyes. "Okay." she tried to take it off but Harry stop her. "Please leave it on." she hesitated and Harry saw that she wanted to take it off again. "At least, only until we get to the Burrow. Please?" he begged. She concurred to his reply and keep the necklace were it was.
They continue for another half hour looking around the bolt, in which Harry found a ring that had belong to his father, given by his grandfather, for his seventeen birthday. They finish with the inventory and decided to have some lunch before continuing on with the Black family bolt. Merlin knows they are going to need the energy to come out a lived form within the depths of the bolt, no dough full of Dark relics and Merlin knows what else.
Harry bought lunch for both at the Leaky Caldron. They share a quiet lunch only directing any request for the salt or pepper. With their tummies full, they enter the Black Family bolt. Like they had suspected it contain dark magic relics but that wasn't all. It had books, portraits, jewels, wizard money, and potions. There was a whole section of shelves fill with potions of all colors. Ginny being the curious one made a beeline for that section, she thought that they were going to do the same thing they had do at the other bolts, which was separate to cover more ground. But Harry wasn't too sure that he wanted Ginny to realm around here by her self. "We're sticking together on this one Gin-Gin." Ginny didn't mind, not really.
"Harry look. The potions are label." she showed him the tiny bottle of clear liquid that was label Veritaserum. "We better make sure none of those are missing. Who knows what kind of trouble someone could cast by having something like this…" as he held up a purple-grayish bottle label Thenthersal, which he know to be a potion that could give the drinker immense physical power it also could be fatal if over douse, it was also quite illegal go have such a thing. They continue to look through potions in silence, marking off the potions they had and once in a will asking each other for help to identify, for some of the labels were almost unreadable. "So you never did tell me the name of your boyfriend." Harry couldn't think, even though he had been trying the whole morning, to bring up the conversation they had started up earlier that day. Ginny, who had been trying to reach for a potion from the top shelf, was startle by his voice and almost fell. But Harry couth her just in time, unfortunately for both the potion that she have been trying to reach and the one to the right of it did hit the floor. Act the impact they had with the floor nothing happen. Oh, no. It was when both concoctions mixed that were the problem. Harry and Ginny weren't pain attention to anything else except each other, other wise they would have had a chance to protect them selves from what was going to happen. Once the purple and orange mixed a bit of smock started to rise, that was the fist sign of danger; then started to boil, even then they would have time to do something. After that there was a large BOMB. It trough the pair apart.
