The seventh
"The waters so warm Harry and the moonlight, come." Harry Potter stared at the young woman before him with trepidation. She stood beneath a willow, its leaves sheltering her slightly from complete view. Green eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she beckoned.
"Come on Harry! The nights not getting any younger" There was a perfume on the air her scent, the smell of lavender of fresh grass, of wind and rain and blossoms. Her red hair was reflected sliver in the moonlight as she immerged from beneath the willows weeping leaves to grab a hold of his hand.
"Come with me, husband", He shouldn't go he knew he shouldn't but his heart was bursting with Joy and he found his feet moving. They were running now, their laughter floating on the air, they were in her Garden. Where she brought their son on balmy evenings, where they had spent mornings holding each other amongst the flowers and the trees. This was her garden where their son had been conceived, here amongst the flower petals. Their were just so many beautiful memories here. The flowers perfumed the air, brushing against his legs as he moved. Her gentle laughter pulled him along, she took both his hands in hers and ran him in heady circles and for the first time in his life Harry Potter was deliriously happy. And then the Gate opened.
It was a black vortex a hungry horrid hole that opened in the night air and began to suck away all happiness and hope. It ripped up the flowers the plants the trees. She stared in shock as her Beloved garden was shredded to ruins the Vortex tugged at her cloths drawing her nearer. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away.
"GINNY GET BACK IN THE HOUSE…" It was too late the eyes burning red eyes of a hungry killer appeared in the vortex they laughed at him. "You can not run from destiny you can not run from me!" The voice was cold, like ice slithering across his skin. Harry shivered. This couldn't be he'd Killed him, destroyed them all.
"All accept the 7th," With a howl of rage the eyes became a face quickly to reveal the rest of his twisted body, Lord Voldemort stepped from the Vortex. And beckoned to Harry, he gestured to a tightly wrapped bundle in his arms. A child's wail filled the night air; Harry felt his body tense in rage and in fear. Beside him Ginny tensed fear cold and hard in her eyes.
"James" The name of their son was a fear filled whisper on her lips. She looked at Harry as if to say in advance that she was sorry. He looked back pleading, even still reaching for his wand. But it was too late she was rushing Voldemort her own wand out muttering a powerful hex. But the dark lord had expected just that, green light flashed and Harry watched as his hopes and Dreams died in front of him... "No, no... No I killed you…. I destroyed them…"
"All except the 7th"
Harry Potter woke in a sweat; he lay in bed shivering for a full minute, the pain in his scar slowly begging to fade before he could bring himself to move. The room around him was dark; he fumbled by the bedside table for his glasses. For a moment as his vision came in to focus he expected to find himself in a short bed with gold and red curtains; surrounded by beds of similar make and size, filled with sleeping boys. He would have grinned if the weight of the dream didn't way so heavily. This was the third week in a row, it had returned to haunt his sleep, and every night he did the something. He turned in the wide elegant bed and stared at his wife.
Ginny lay asleep sprawled on her side, her flaming red hair in messy disarray. He grinned not even the reoccurring nightmare could stop his heart from lightning at the sight of her. She was so beautiful; he reached out to caress her cheek and smiled softly as she stirred her green eyes blinking up at him. Her own lips curled in a tender smile, as she snuggled closer to him. "You have a bad dream Harry?" Her voice was slightly rough from sleep but, still the sweetest thing he had ever heard. He shook his head marveling at the way moonlight turned her hair to a molten sliver.
"I dreamed we were in the Garden together...Again" He traced her red lips with the pad of his finger smiling at her. He never thought he would be given such a gift. His years of battle and death were over, and Ginny had waited for him. Just like she had promised him in his Seventh year at Hogwarts when he had struck out to find and destroy the Dark lord. His years of Searching and pain were behind him now and now Dream would taint that. She giggled softly, and brushed his hair away from his eyes; he still wore it long and had stopped trying to tame it years ago.
"I have pleasant memories of the Garden, Honey you're covered in sweat what's the matter?" Her brow furrowed in concern and she raised herself on her elbow staring at him inquiringly. That was Ginny always rushing to save him. He smiled despite of his worry grabbing both her wrists out from under her, tugging her to him. She laughed in playful delight as he kissed her. She was his hope his light and his world, he could never loose her. And right now as their kisses turned from tenderness to passion he felt that he never would. All he could think about was her, and the night still left to them making the most of it. And then the Baby cried.
Ginny Potter grinned down at her husband as he sighed disappointedly. His hair was disheveled and frankly he was a complete mess. To her there was nothing more male or striking, or adorable. "That would be Sirius wouldn't it" he said on a half sigh. She laughed at him and his slight frown broke into a teasing grin. "Maybe James will get him? Think He's old enough?" At her laughter he gave her a quick, but still very passionate kiss and tiredly moved from the bed.
"I could get him" She offered, snuggling deeper into the covers knowing Harry loved both his sons and didn't mind seeing to them, even if young Sirius's squalling did put a damper on the mood a bit. He waved a hand at her dismissively and walked toward the door. He was so tall and his broad shoulders were sleek in the moonlight she suppressed her own sigh of disappointment. "Oh and don't forget hon, tomorrow the Family arrives" She giggled as Harry groaned again. That was ok she knew he loved her family. There was just allot of them and not much room for privacy. Thinking how wonderful her husband was Ginny Potter fell asleep.
I Harry Potter do take, The Ginevra Molly Weasley to be my lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold forever... The flowers smelled so beautiful the pain in his leg was lessoning and Ron was standing by his side smiling at him proudly, also a bit worried as he handed his sister into Harry's keeping... My keeping..."All except the 7th"
"Papa, Look I'm just like you!" Harry Jerked out of his thoughts to stare at his five year old son, James. Who was holding Harry's wand in his tiny hands. He was wearing one of his father's robes it pooled around his body and dwarfed him. Harry Grinned at his son, with his shock of untidy black hair and startling green eyes he did indeed look very much like his father at that moment. He ruffled his sons hair as the little boy began muttering incantations and waving the wand, lucky for Harry most of them were made up. Ginny was doing some last minute shopping before the family showed up, it wouldn't do to have to take their son to Mungos with an extra ear or something worse.
"Be careful with Papas things, James. Especially my broom ok, you wouldn't want to get hurt now would you." Harry warned, but James didn't pay him much attention. Since the time he could walk, James had been eager to fly. It was in the way he stared fascinated at his father as he flew, it was in the way he watched birds and other flying creachers with avid wonder. Harry smiled down at his little boy with pride, flying seemed to be in the Potter Blood but Ginny would kill him, if he ever got hurt. Maybe he should put a locking charm on his things...
"When's cousin Remus Getting here, Huh papa when?" James asked impatiently, looking out the window as if he expected them to apearait on the front step. Harry smiled, and answered. "Pretty soon, in fact any minute now." James heaved a heavy sigh stomping his small feat. "But I'm Bored papa! I want them to come now" Harry sighed god save him from cranky children. "Go play with Sirius, then theirs plenty to do" He sighed knowing this reply wouldn't satisfy his son, his brother two years younger was hardly the best playmate he much preferred his cousin Remus, who was a year older.
Sirius was in the corner playing with a set of miniature flying brooms that whirled and buzzed around his head. Unlike James he favored his mother with a shocking wave of fiery red hair and a light dusting of freckles. His chubby fingers reached out to capturer a broom in mid zoom he squealed in delight. "DaDa look!" He squealed in delight. James frowned at his little brother. "Anyone could do that Sirius I could do that when I was only this Many!" Harry suppressed a grin and instead frowned at his son. "Be nice to your brother James."
"But He..." James never finished their was a sputtering sound a a jet of soot erupted from the fireplace. James squealed in fright and clutched at his fathers Robe. Sirius Began to wail, a high pitched keening noise like a wounded animal. Their was scuffling and curses coming from the fire place. "OW RON! GET OFF YA BIG OAF!" Harry recognized Fred Weasley's voice and laughed. "Bloody hell what's that a Banshee" Another familiar voice belonging to George Weasley spoke as he climbed tiredly from the fireplace, his scarlet robes covered in soot and his hair a wild red mess. He grinned up at Harry as Fred spilled out behind him as well as Ron, who clutched a small withering body to his chest.
"so who's idea was it to come by The powder again?" Fred scoffed patting soot from his hair. George pointed at Ron and scoffed. "His! told you he wouldn't have the fireplace open!" James had come out from between Harry's legs to stare at his soot covered uncles. He grinned and giggled, George turned noticing him and a wide smile broke on his ever grinning face. "Hey there's my favorite Nephew. Come here James!" James laughing Ran into Georges arms. Even as from the corner Sirius Protested and the squirming soot covered little being in Ron's arms let out a squeal of "Hey no fair you said I was your favorite Nephew!"
Remus Weasley had dark auburn Hair closer to a deep brown then red and he was covered head to toe in green powder and soot. Harry couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. Lord he loved his family. In times of peace like this it was easy to take them for granted. With Voldemort gone and his soul destroyed... a voice of dread a voice of warning whispered in his heart and his smile dimmed.
"All except the 7th"
