Chapter 6

All good things must end

"She's bloody Crazy I tell ya, bloody mental!" Ginny smiled sympathetically at the young man laying on a bed in one of her guest roomsThe young man was tall and lanky with a shock of messy dirty blonde hair. His eyes were a light hazel and his glasses were prim and pert on a straight almost artistic nose. His clothes were firmly pressed and prim to a T. Or at least at one time they had been, now they were spattered with Mud, and ripped in several places.

"Well you did surprise everyone, peering into windows like that" Ginny Scolded a slight frown on her face. All his life Reporters had followed Harry's Story, many times cutting his character into ribbons when it suited their fancy. She wouldn't let anything so terrible happen to him again. She didn't favor reporters, and their mixing of truth and lies. Luna was an exception of course, Luna was not only a friend, but the only reporter ever to be willing to print The real truth at least coming from Harry. The Young man had the grace to blush, his perfectly Tailored hair swaying slightly at the slight dip of his head.

"I’m sorry I knocked and knocked, but no one answered and I…." Ginny stilled his apology. "Decided it was ok to invade our privacy, looking for a story Mr. Jenkins?" Gregory went a bit darker pink, and then he straightened up and gave her the snootiest glance she’d ever seen outside the Malfoy family. He looked down his nose at her a slight sneer on his lips, As if she had dared reprimand some member of the royal family.

"I would hardly be a reporter worth my salt if I did not look for a story at all times, would I Mrs. Weasly?" He said her maiden name with contempt as if he smelled something rotten, Ginny Bristled wanting to shove him off her bed and demand he leave. She kept her cool after all she was Ginevra Molly Potter, she smiled to Herself. Their were perks to being the wife of perhaps the most famous and certainly one of the wealthiest men in the entire world. One she was accepted in all of the highest circles, the Potter blood was considered the richest and probably the bluest blood in all of England. Not that any of that mattered, but it did mean she didn’t have to take this from puny reporters. Not that she would have taken it, even had Harry been a muggel born country bumpkin. She was going to teach this little upstart a lesson. But before she could speak Luna was bustling in her eyes full of flame her hair swinging about in wild disrae.

"Worth Your salt! Ha you make me laugh at the phrase! Any real reporter wouldn’t skulk around peering through windows for a story" She sneered at the young man. Their was an almost instant change in Gregory, he went from cold and snappish to smitten in seconds. he stared up at Luna as if she were candy in a window, his eyes bright a hopeful smile on his face. "Morning Miss Luna, you look absolutely lovely." He praised, and Luna did. Her robes were a soft blue that set her eyes to a deep silver that appeared to have bluish tints. She waved away his flattery in contempt.

"And you know very well she’s married to Harry now, how dare you insult my friends!" Gregory seemed not to hear her tirade, he stared at her in fascination and obvious longing. "Mother invites you to stay at our manor of course; she would be delighted to have you and your father, as would I of course." Luna paled then grew pink with frustration. "I wouldn’t enter your lousy no good dung heap if you paid me!" She spat at him. Ginny winced, but Gregory seemed not to notice, their was light dancing in his eyes and he seemed not to be aware he was fast approaching dangerous ground.

"Mother even says we could hold a ball for you, wouldn’t that be sell Luna. I can introduce you to all the highest members of Society. You and your father can finally pull yourselves out of the…" He glanced over at Ginny the fond smile fading into a jeering sneer "Riff Raff of England" Luna whent shockingly pale and her fingers clenched on her wand. "After all Luna once were married, you can hardly afford to associate with their sort can you?"

"Do you mean to imply sir that my sister is anything short of a Lady?" The voice was so cold so deadly she barely recognized it. Fred stood in the door way his own wand hanging at his side, his fingers clenched around it. Fred and George of all the weasly brothers were perhaps the most likeable. Daring bold and fun loving they brought light in dark times. They were unafraid and generally did exactly as they pleased. They had never truly finished schooling, to their mothers despair; they had joined the war on Voldemort in their own unique and ingenious fashion. But through all the death and pain and those terrible years, they had remained shining and remarkably untarnished.

Even in the face of death she had never seen either of them so cold and hard and unforgiving. It sent shivers down her back. Fred stood their his robes scarlet like a flame setting shadows of fire in his red hair that hung like a wild mane around his head. His eyes were cold with little flames of furry licking in them. He looked ready to kill Gregory. And she suspected it wasn’t entirely just because he’d slighted the Weasly name.

"Well any one who maries a true gentleman can call herself a lady now cant she" Gregory scoffed with a flick of his hand turning back to Luna. "come home with me, love. Mother will dress you up all nice, after all you can hardly where that in our home. Not that it isn’t pretty mind you its just it has been here after all. You might want to burn all your clothes. Give them to Miss Weasly if you like I’m sure her mother has shall we say some one in their litter who might need them?"

The man was an idiot, a stupid foolish fop whom Fred looked forward to wiping off the face of the earth. How dare he smile at her as if he owned her, how dare he look at Luna that way, or any woman for that matter. Like she was a piece of bloody meat to be devoured. Luna wasn’t stepping one foot into that little buggars house. The besmirching of the weasly name could wait, he was sort of used to dealing with that, but lunas good name had to be protected, for the sake of all young woman…right.

Their was something silent and deadly behind him, the sensation of evil of darkness rose every hair on his body to a standing point, so that Fred Whirled around pointing his wand, with a hex ready at his disposal. It was just Harry, He looked angry as hell at Gregory; after all he had been trashing his wife. And your sister Fred nice of you to think of her. He couldn’t relax his body was on edge their was something not right in the air.

Harry brushed past him, Harry had killed more times then Fred cared to recall. He didn’t begrudge Harry, things happened in wars after all. Each kill had left scars if not on his body but on his mind, and his being. They showed now, he was dark, his robes as black as sin swirling as if he cared his own private wind with him. His hair was long and black like a ravens wing it glistened with elegant danger that sent shivers down Freds back. His tread was soft, so terribly soft. He looked like a king, like a dark warrior of old. Like a fallen Prince.

"good evening Mr. Jenkins, so glad to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you after all" their was something different about Harry’s voice. It was still Harry’s but it was… beautiful. In a terrifying way it was extremely beautiful. It held him in thrall in place, it drew him. It called to his own anger and it fed it. He was Furious he was going to maim that little heathen If it was the last thing he did. For looking at his woman, for even so much as suggesting he owned her. His body was shaking with suppressed furry…their was a call in Harry’s Voice.

Gregory must have recognized true power when it stood in front of him, he went shock white and simply just stared, slight trembles going up and down his back. "I know you didn’t mean to imply that my wife was in some way…" Harry raised his wand slightly as if fascinated by the workmanship; he fondly caressed it something dark and dangerous in swirling green eyes… eyes that beckoned commanded… promised… Fred found himself by Harrys side armed and ready.

Your weak is up Harry… Please don’t…perhaps if you take him with you it will make it easer to bear, he is a good fighter strong and his passions run deep. Who better to have by your side then a brothe. leave him alone. Every king needs his followers. Please, please just one more weak. Begging although it pleases me, is not fit for the next king of the this world.

Harry Continued to caress his wand, he had shamed his wife this little piece of nothing. And he would more then love to end his sorry life. Slowly if at all possible. Oh and it was, after all misery was something he knew best. "Fred please relieve Mr. Jenkins of his legs." He intentionally made it a whisper only he Fred and the cowardly Gregory could here, the man instantly began to scream and whimper. Fred advanced Forward, a death gleam in his eye.

PLEASE! JUST ONE MORE WEAK ANYTHING WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! Haven’t you figured it out Harry, each time you give in to me, each time you beg I get to keep a little more of your soul Harry. Just a little more now, and I will be abel to shape you into the leader you were destined to become. NEVER I WONT!

He tried he pushed inside his head, he tried to force his hands away from the wand, to call Fred back but his body wouldn’t respond. Instead the enjoyment of Gregory’s fear, of Fred advancing increased. Because he was angry at Gregory. He had said such cruel things to Ginny, his wife his love. He should be punished he should….

Exactly right Harry, Ginny is after all your woman, what kind of leader would you be if you didn’t punish him. He smiled, yes this was just punishment, for Gregory. The little mans fear was like a perfume in the air, the loveliest of scents he had smelled in a long time. Why can’t I fight this? It was easier to fight the compulsion not to kill James after all he is your son your heir. This man is some one you do not like. You have an inner darkness Harry, you don’t really want him to live. Ginny, she’s in here, I can’t do this not in front of her. I… he couldn’t beg, he wouldn’t if Voldemort was right then each time he did, he gave away more of his control.

I want more time, Give it to ME! No Harry not now the time has come both of you are to kill this little worm and you are going to do exactly as I instruct. I SAID I WANT MORE TIME! Why Harry why do you need more time. Because, I want her with me, every king needs a queen isn’t that right, If I’m going to be your puppet the next dark lord, to finish your work for you, you bastard. I bloody well am going to have everything and more that you didn’t. And I want my wife. So just shut the hell up and Give me another weak!

Suddenly he was cold, but the heavy oppression had lessoned. His body trembled with weakness. But the compulsion to kill had left, he was in control again. But this was no victory; Voldemort was still there in his mind in his soul. Your finally beginning to think like a leader Harry well done. Take two weeks.

Fred was now at the edge of Gregorys bed his wand raises his face a mask of ugly anger and Hatred. Ginny was pale and she was shouting at him to stop, Luna was pale and she stared at Fred in amazement. Harry Raised a hand, he knew all they had seen and heard was his greeting, they hadnt heard him command Fred to attack. "Fred its ok, Im sure he didnt mean anything by it"

Fred stumbled backwards as if pushed hard in the chest, his body shook and he stared up at Harry in wide eyed fear. "You really can’t just hex anyone who makes you angry Fred. You should know that" He smiled wanly at his Brother in law, who stared at him as if he were the devil. "FRED WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING!" Ginny demanded, Luna just stared at fred, she stepped forward staring up at him. Their was something soft in her eyes. "you defended me" she smiled softly. Fred shook his head numbly, Luna whent up on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the cheek. "thank you Fred, although I love Balls I would never attend one with him." Her fingers touched Fred™s cheek softly that soft something still glistening in her eyes. Freds body was trembling softly, but he seemed entrapped in her gaze.

"LUNA!" Gregory’s cry of effrontery was ignored. "If its balls you like Luna then we truly must hold one." Fred stated simply, although he had just offered Harry’s home, for an expensive venture Harry didnt mind. Fred deserved happiness, after all if Voldemort had his way Fred wouldnt see much more of it.

I hate you.