Author's Notes: Well...lots of certain reviews telling me about Madison. It's just the response I wanted to hear. To ease all of your emotions, I'mgoing to tell you this straight. I am definitely a H/G shipper, unless of course something happens in book seven that really ticks me off. Thank you all for reading.
Chapter 15: New Light
"Ronald! Wake up!" Ron, not wanting to hear that annoying voice anymore, turned over to lay on his stomach, whilst covering his head with his pillow.
A giggle was heard in the distance as Ron snuggled deeper into his covers. That person was coming closer…
Ginny walked closer to Ron apparently out of options. Ron sure could sleep through a heard of stampeding Hippogriffs. Shaking her head, an idea came into the mischievous mind of hers. Bending over Ron, she whispered a few well-chosen words to wake up the sleeping goon.
"Won-Won, Hermione's waiting for you downstairs."
It didits job. Ron had apparently jumped up on his stomach, fell off the bed, climbed back up, and was now proceeding towards the bathroom at lightning speed with his clothes for the day zooming out of the door, following him.
Ginny shook her head, her red hair sparkling in the morning sun. With a sigh, Ginny walked downstairs where indeed, Hermione was having a conversation with Mrs. Weasley while nursing a cup of strong morning coffee, brewedWeasley style…by magic that is.
Hermione slowly inhaled the coffee before a look of pure relaxation and enjoyment was clearly evident on her face. "Mrs. Weasley, this is the best coffee I've had in a while."
Mrs. Weasley, currently whipping up some breakfast, looked over her shoulder from the spot by the stove and smiled at Hermione. "Why thank you dear, at least the women at this house thank me. All the boys just drink it like water on a hot sunny day and disappear through the front door. Imagine the burns they get in their throats." Hermione laughter was heard.
"Well mum, I do believe that they all have their jobs to do." Mrs. Weasley looked over at Ginny, currently leaning on the kitchen doorframe.
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Arthur's been busy as ever. Seems as if after the war, wizards wanted to indulge themselves over muggle technology more and more. Something about a Felefision that the men and Arthur are currently studying. Arthur's been ecstatic. The picture moves like our pictures and they can change with a click of a button! That's just preposterous!" Hermione smiled knowingly.
"Ginny, why don't you come and sit down." Hermione patted the seat next to herself. "The daily prophet's here." Ginny walked over to Hermione before plopping down on the stool.
"Ah! This hair!" Ron looked at himself in the mirror as he tried to unravel his hair. Hermione was currently downstairs and Ron, now done showering, was flipping out at his red hair mess. Running a comb through his long hair, Ron finally gave up with a sigh. Well, he looked decent.
Running downstairs, Ron was greeted with the sight of three two hunching over the newly arriving daily prophet. Ginny was currently sipping her morning cofee. "What's going on?"
Mrs. Weasley looked up. "Oh, finally woken up Ronald! So I guess Ginny succeeded?" Ginny looked at Ron and grinned.
"More like waking the dead…"
Hermione, still looking at the paper, glanced nervously at Ron. "Ron, Harry's in the paper." Ron scratched his head. Ginny looked at Hermione, surprised.
"I thought we told the papers that he left for-mmph!" Hermione rushed over to Ron's side and held a hand on his mouth.
"Don't finish that sentence," she whispered in Ron's ear looking over at Ginny.
"Harry! He left during the ball. I have no idea where he is!" Ginny looked anxiously at the couple. Hermione gave a crooked smile.
"He's traveling the world. After the war, he told us that he needed space." Ron slouched his shoulders. Hermione would always get Ron out of trouble. Ron felt a nudge in his ribs. "OW!" He looked at his little sister, now standing up and with a look of apprehension on her face. "He, uh…he…" Another nudge. "OW! Hermione!"
Hermione let go of Ron. "What your git of a brother meant to say is that he agrees with me." Hermione glanced over at Ron, warning in her eyes. Ron just nodded enthusiastically.
Mrs. Weasley, now done with reading the front page and its' details, looked over at the three. She understood that Harry needed space after the war. What she didn't know was the reason that Harry left. "Your job offers are here. Ginny, you also have something." Mrs. Weasley distributed the letters before continuing with cooking breakfast.
Ron opened his letter and read the details. "Well it looks like my tryouts were great!" Hermione beamed at Ron. "I'll be starting practice tomorrow!" Inside the envelope was a miniature snitch. The portkey.
Hermione, having already known that Headmaster McGonagall hired her for the Hogwarts Transfiguration teacher, received a letter from the headmaster instructing to move into Hogwarts in a week, preparing her teaching plans.
Ginny tentatively opened her letter. It was from the daily prophet. Ginny looked up at her mom. "They want me to be a reporter for them." Ginny thought over this offer. Ever since she graduated from Hogwarts roughly over a year ago, she's never had a job, considering almost everybody was focused towards the war. This brought Ginny's mind back towards Harry. How much she missed him. "I'll take it."
Hermione looked over at Ginny. "Ginny, some day you'll be the best reporter in England." Ginny beamed before she ran upstairs, ready to send a letter of approval to the daily prophet.
Ron looked over at Hermione. "Well, it seems as if our lives are just starting now." Hermione sighed and snuggled up to Ron's side.
"Yea, no more Voldomort lurking behind our backs." Hermione was ready to make the most out of her new life, and so was Ron.
Harry sat in the chair next to his partner's bedside. He glanced around the hospital quarters. Three of the current Elite V members were sleeping or out cold from the recent activities of the last two days. Butler and Ms. Gordon were going to each of the three to regularly check up on their status. Harry sighed.
He heard a creak, then a click as the hospital doors opened and shut. Looking back, Harry noticed Mr. Lee walk into the hospital quarters. Slowly, the middle aged man walked towards Harry and sat down next to Harry.
"Harry, we need to talk…" Harry was expecting this. Unlike Dumbledore, Mr. Lee was very blunt in his activities.
"Yes sir...here?" Mr. Lee shook his head before touching Harry's shoulder. Harry felt himself being pulled towards something as his navel felt a lurch. Seconds later, Harry felt himself sitting in a black leather chair. The briefing room. Mr. Lee walked over to the other side of the desk and sat down promptly, clasping his hands together.
"That was quite some energy you unleashed in the gym." Harry held his head low.
"I almost killed Madison…" Mr. Lee was silent until his silver eyes refocused on Harry's emerald ones.
"What did you see in that nightmare Harry?" Harry closed his eyes before clearly speaking to Mr. Lee.
"I saw my mother…" Mr. Lee held up his hand to stop Harry before he said any more, a look of understanding on his face. He didn't want a replay of Harry's emotions. Harry couldn't stand anymore pain.
"What did you feel Harry? Your powers are quite amazing." Harry looked up at Mr. Lee, emerald eyes cold and hard.
"I felt anger flow through me, I felt frustration. Power…pumping through my system. It was as if a creature was unleashed inside me." Mr. Lee looked down at his hands for a few moments before Harry continued.
"Sir, what is this power? It just took over me." Harry sighed."I only barely stopped myself from unleashing this…this…Hell." A smile formed on Mr. Lee's face.
"This power you have felt, is one of the most overlooked powers in centuries Harry. What you control is an ancient source of magic that people underestimate for years, since the beginning of time Harry." Harry was confused.
"What is this power Sir?" Mr. Lee stood up from his chair and walked over to open the curtains, unleashing rays of sun into the darkened room. His outline was seen in the sun's powerful rays.
"Love Harry, your power is love…"
Harry stood up also. "Love?" He remembered what Dumbledore had talked to him about. How can love be this powerful?"
"It's up to the certain individual to administer your power of love. Over the years, people have done superhuman accomplishments just to save someone they care about." Mr. Lee faced Harry, his sharp silver eyes firmly focused on Harry.
"Mothers have lifted whole cars to save their child. Fathers have attempted amazing stunts to save their loved ones. Even little children who know nothing of swimming have been acknowledged to jump into the water and save their drowning parents. We don't know how we did it, something inside us just drives us towards our goal."At Harry's surprised expression, Mr. Lee continued. "You focus on only one thing, to save you loved ones even if you risk you own life Harry."
Mr. Lee walked back to his seat. "Have you ever tried to risk your life to give someone you love a chance to live?" Harry thought back to his dream and how he automatically jumped in front of his father to save him from the killing curse. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even realize what he was doing.
Harry's mother still burned in his heart. She had stood up to one of the most powerful wizards in the century to let her one-year-old Harry live.
"But sir, why did I cause so much destruction." Mr. Lee sighed.
"Anyone whose heard of your life can understand your situation. You've lost too many loved ones to one single person, your arch nemesis, Voldomort. You've lost your parents, your godfather, your guardian and headmaster. You almost lost your two best friends to that monster. You couldn't take it anymore. Your heart was set and you were not going to let anyone you care about die anymore." Mr. Lee put a hand firmly on his heart.
"From there, the love bonds cut into your circulation, powers you couldn't even imagine you had rushed through your veins. You are multiples more powerful, now that you have that one goal in mind. To save their lives." Mr. Lee looked over at Harry seriously.
"You surely are one of a kind Harry. No one has lost as much as you did." Harry shuffled his feet under the table, clearly uncomfortable. "That is why you created this power. That move you used. I've never seen anything like it."
Harry scratched the back of his head. "I've never either. It just came in my mind."
Mr. Lee smiled. "That is why you need to train and grow Harry. Once you learn to properly control your large magical reserves, you will be able to control your powers to the most concentrated extent."
Harry cleared his throat before looking back up at Mr. Lee, this time, determination flaming in his emerald eyes. "I'm ready sir."
Mr. Lee smiled. "Harry, the use of force must be guided by wisdom, and tempered by patience. I'm not saying that this training will be easy Harry. I'm warning you of this now."
"Never expected it to be Mr. Lee. My life hasn't exactly been easy…" Mr. Lee walked over to Harry and gestured Harry to stand up.
"Good Harry, over the next few years, you will be ready to face your fears, and protect your loved ones."
Harry, after shaking Mr. Lee's hand walked out of the briefing room back to his room. Things were finally starting to piece together for Harry. This explained his certain times of rage in his years of school. Stress, homework, death, and love all plagued his mind back then. His emotions couldn't take it anymore.
Once he was on the field with Voldomort, all the bottled up feelings of his anger was released, thus creating unimaginable power. Voldomort was smoked out of his wits. This love was definitely brought to Harry in a new light.
You don't simply love someone because of some attraction. Love is a feeling that most people don't recognize in their lives. Love is not how you love your wife or lover. It is about care, a deep feeling within you that arises when times are tough.
Harry thought about his best friends. Ron and Hermione, through most of their school years were moping around each other and keeping their feelings inside when they certainly cared for each other.
Harry looked up at the stairs before climbing them. Half the time, Hermione and Ron would yell at each other and have arguments when Harry was in the middle, not wanting to take sides. The real point was, he didn't need to.
After one particular fight, Harry had finally come to his senses about Ron and Hermione. They didn't hate each other. It was the total opposite. The only reason that the two bickered was because one of the two was going to do something that put their lives in danger. Hermione was usually the one worrying about Ron's life, and occasionally Harry's.
From that time on, Harry tried to bring his two best friends closer together, thus getting more bickers and arguments of the two. Ron and Hermione had built strong, brick walls placed around their true feelings, too afraid to let them out. Strong fortresses that Harry, no matter how hard he tried, could not break. From then on, Harry made one final conclusion, he was definitely not a good matchmaker.
Harry gave up on trying to bring his two friends to reveal their true feelings. He had other things on his mind. Voldomort flashing multiple times in his brain.
Harry glanced at the gym, its' doors were closed, apparently locked up. Harry went back to his thoughts. War had came during his seventh year. Most of Harry's true friends had stood beside him and fought through the end. During dark times, Harry had one light that kept him going, that one light, shining through all darkness like the moon shining on a dark ocean, gave Harry hope.
Hope beyond all other feelings, and a newer vigor to end the war. Watching his two best friends in battle, Harry recognized that love had also come out and shown itself in its true glory. From battle, there was no time to think rationally, there was only time to think with instincts. You follow your heart.
Ron and Hermione had no time to bicker with each other. Their walls were slowly crumbling due to the war. Harry recognized this one morning at camp when Ron left his tent during the middle of the night. Harry woke up in the morning to find the two snuggled in front of the fire with a small blanket shared between the two.
Harry smiled, it was truly a beautiful sight, his two best friends smiling in content and happiness during these rough times. Happily, Harry transfigured a nearby rock to a large, wooly blanket and levitated it to cover the couple and give them warmth. He realized a lot of things during the war. But at that time, he didn't understand the meaning of true love.
Love came in different forms, of all shapes and sizes. Hermione and Ron's love brought Harry to finally open his eyes. During those rough times when people were suffering, the only thing that kept them sane was the love that they shared. Times of happiness in such dark times. It was love's power. Harry didn't have that person to share his love with. Ginny was thousands of miles away.
But one thing kept Harry hoping. He would finally go back to Ginny. He would confess his love for her and everything would be as good once Harry defeated Voldomort...
That one-day finally came. The final judgment day. Harry, in his rage and love, defeated Voldomort in a flashing white light. All the while, he thought about his love. Ginny. If Harry lost this fight, then everybody he cared and fought for would die. Losing was not an option for Harry.
Inside, he summoned up all his power from his parents, Dumbledore, and his friends. That white light, it was symbolic. Anything endangering Harry's most important people in his life would suffer the consequences.
Harry thought back to his terrible nightmare during the duel. He had witnessed the two most important people in his life taken away from him…again. That same power surged through him like a fast moving current. That creature inside him arose. No, it wasn't a creature anymore. Harry understood. It was his love. The strong bond that he had to his parents, even though they were deceased. Love travels through worlds, galaxies. It can never be stopped. Harry still felt his parent's love in his heart, everyday. In dark times, the love that his parents shared had brightened up his day by a bit. Giving him hope. A neverending cycle of hope and love. Courage Harry, Courage. Harry could always hear their voices, giving him comforting and helpul advice.
Harry hadn't meant to overpower and endanger Madison, although she made him face that monster again. Voldomort. Through his thoughts, Harry bumped into something soft as a feminine cry of shock was heard. Harry whipped around to immediately see Madison currently lying on the floor. Well, she did look better. The potions that Ms. Gordon brewed up certainly worked.
"Madison, you're awake!" Madison smiled a bit.
"Looks like I am Harry." Her voice was soft and controlled, a bit of fear in them.
Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. "Look Madison, I'm terribly sorry about-"
Madison held up her hand from the ground. "No Harry, I think I over thought the match. I could've won from there when you were bound, but I was too arrogant. Therefore, that was the downfall of me." Harry reached out a hand and helped Madison up. Something inside Harry resurfaced through Harry's inner thoughts.
He loved Ginny.
Madison patted her skirt before smiling at Harry. "You are truly powerful Harry, and I'm glad you're on our team." Harry smiled at Madison before watching her walk towards her room. Harry turned back towards his room.
Harry loved Ginny, even though he might've been a bit…unwise with her decisions. Harry didn't blame her. He was definitely worse than her in his earlier school years. Cho Chang. Harry snorted at his horrible date. Ginny had definitely shown Harry that she liked him through her first four years. Harry was just too blind to notice anything, not to mention probably twice as thick as Ron.
Harry made one final decision. When he met with Ginny again, he would give her a second chance. Ginny sure did for him.
Harry walked back towards his room, now head much clearer from his thoughts. His next few years of training would be tough, but it would all be positive in the end. Harry was now ready. He understood.
Author's Notes: Ginny's going to come soon, but be warned now. Don't expect them both to just fall into each other's arms and kiss each other. Not exactly realistic behavior. Strong love is built through time and I'm going to make sure theirlove is strong as diamond.Hope you enjoyed.
- Apac