A/N: Avalon is an island from the Arthurian legends. It's also known as Ynys Afallach, the isle of apple trees. In this story, Ynys Afallach will be the real name of said island and Avalon will be a first name.

Avalon has origins in the Common Celtic word abal, meaning apple. Vougan also has Celtic, meaning small warrior.

Chapter 38 – Vougan and Avalon

Ginny was getting ready to sleep. Her head was full of thoughts. So many unexpected events happened in the last few months, and yet everything was destined.

In that day, it had happened more than the remembering of her old life. She truly returned to her old life. She rediscovered her home, her garden, her consort and – she believed – her old powers. They were dormant, but they were there.

An herbal preparation was slowly burning over the mantelpiece, purifying and perfuming the bedroom. Sandalwood, acacia, chamomile, mallow and angelica were filling her old matrimonial bedroom with scents she loved.

She was brushing her long her, sitting in front of the dressing table. She was delaying the moment of going to bed. First, because her mind was so full of thoughts it would be hard to relax and fall asleep, even with all the help from her herbs. And also because she knew the huge bed would seem extremely empty without Harry.

That thought was intriguing. She wasn't feeling sexual desires yet, her body was too young for that, but she had the memories of the passion acts. Hot passion acts, she should say. They had never been shy lovers. Besides that, there was a persisting need to touch him due to their bond. Maybe she should invite Harry to her bedroom. If they could simply sleep while hugging she would feel more capable of falling asleep.

Harry was standing in front of a big wooden door, thinking if he was doing the right thing. He didn't want to act hastily, he didn't want Remus or Sirius to find him and reach the wrong idea. He was feeling guilty by thinking that, he didn't want to see his friends and intruders, but he couldn't avoid it.

At that moment, he only wished to be in his home with his wife and nobody else. He didn't want to be monitored like a child, which he unfortunately was. He knew he was smart and powerful enough to make his own decisions, but that only made him more restless. That is why he decided to go there. He preferred to be with the relaxing company of his fairy than with his own thoughts. She always had been his break-even point, the one who gave him strength when everything seemed to be too much and she always had a word of wisdom to guide him. That wouldn't change now.

Ginny opened the door and he was immediately hit with the scents filling the bedroom. Scents he could only associate with her. When he had met Ginny Weasley in this life he had thought she smelled like a fresh and fragrant garden. Now he knew why.

She was standing at the door. Her long red hair fell over her shoulders. She was dressing a light shirt made from a soft fabric and it looked too big for her, who was at the height of her ten years. And yet, she looked to him like a powerful Celt goddess.

Watching Harry so lost in his thoughts, Ginny did a small reverence and said jokingly, 'Do you wish to come in, my Lord?'

The little scene only brought him more memories to the front of his thoughts.

'I'm no longer a Lord.' Harry replied with a slight grimace.

'Yes, you are. You're Lord Potter.' She countered, giving him space to enter, 'You just don't usually remember it.'

He entered without being able avoiding a smile. By simply being with her, he was already feeling well.

'You seem worried.' She observed.

'Not worried, I'm just… confused.'

She closed the door and silently cast a spell to give them privacy. Magic came easy and natural to her in that castle. She went to Harry, whose arms where on the windowsill, watching the moonlighted gardens. After the gardens, the calm waters from the lake glowed due to the moon.

'Tell me, what worries you?'

'I guess it's difficult to find a balance between my present and my past.' He sighed uneasily. 'The memories from our time in this place are so alive that it seems they've changed completely. I feel as if suddenly Harry Potter was dead and Vougan has taken his place.'

She touched his face, making him stare at her eyes.

'Harry and Vougan are exactly the same person, but it's only natural that Vougan's maturity is imposed. Harry Potter only lived eleven years so far, and yet it's being swamped with memories from someone, who live more than a hundred and sixty years. Do you think the same isn't happening to me? Rest assured we'll find a way to adjust.'

He agreed, feeling more peaceful.

'I supposed we should be glad for only remembering one of our past lives. Otherwise, I reckon we would go insane trying to cope with so many memories.'

'I agree.' She said, sitting in the windowsill to feel the fresh air from the night, an old habit. 'The universe leaves nothing to chance. Everything has a reason to be.' She added, observing the breathtaking view they had. 'In this instance, the reason is almost obvious… at least to me.'

'What do you mean?'

'You… Well, we had been getting ready to a war in our last presence in this world. It was near Avalon's death that she… I mean… I finally understood that the war tormenting my visions would only happen in our next journey and not in that one.'

'The war you saw in my fate.' He stated, knowing what she was alluding.

She agreed in silence.

'Those weren't easy tomes, but we lived our lives with a relative tranquility. We built the safest home we could, dedicated our life to learn and study ancient magic, making sure our children could be fair and capable warriors… But we lived in peace… That torment the skies were annunciating never came.'

'It will come now.'

'Yes.' She whispered. 'And it won't be easy.'

He hugged and looked up to the starry sky, seeing nothing besides bright dots. He hadn't possessed the gift of clairvoyance when he was Vougan, and he doubt he would possess now that he was Harry. That had always been a job for Avalon, and now for Ginny, he foreboded.

'I can't complain that fate decided to place this arduous task over our shoulders. After all, fate has also gifted me some more valuable than my own existence.'

'What?' She asked.

'You, my anam. I love in a way that there aren't words, be it in new or old languages, good enough to describe what I feel for you.'

'It doesn't matter; you show your feeling with actions more valuable than any word… I can't believe I would even be able to exist without you.' Her voice carried so much emotion. 'I don't all the secrets from the universe, but I am certain we are products from the same creation… You are part of me, Harry… I can be whole without you.'

'Ginevra…' He murmured, diminishing the distance between them.

'Yes?'

'May I kiss you?'

'Always…'

He captured her lips in a kiss that wasn't infantile at all. He was a thirsty man and he was drowning in the only font that could kill his thirst. He drank those lips without care about anything else.

When they moved away, Ginny's lips were red and swollen, his fingers from one of his hands were buried in her red hair, while the other hand was pulling her body against his. He couldn't help it, his hands already knew the way.

Her face looked languid and satisfied in the way he already knew, however when seeing in such a young face he had to question what was wrong and what was right for a moment.

'I don't care!' She said, as if she had read his thoughts. 'I don't care about anything else, but us.'

'How do you know what I'm thinking?' He asked, provoking.

'I always know what you're thinking, my love.' She replied with a mysterious smile. 'I know you too well.'

She took his hand and guided them to the bed.

'I don't care about what's wrong or right. I don't care if others would understand or not. I don't care what conventionalisms say.' She stated. 'We belong to each other and that is all I need to know.'

'I fully agree, but I don't want to do anything that could harm you… I don't know if your family would understand.'

'They wouldn't understand and it doesn't change how things are. Will it stop you from sleeping by my side tonight?'

'Has ever anything prevented me from giving in into one of your wishes?'

'Never, my Lord.'

They settled in the bed, side by side. Harry leaned on the cushions and Ginny laid her head over his chest. Only when they got into bed they realised how tired they were. It had been a long day.

'Gin, why do you still call me my Lord?' He asked drowsily. 'I don't think wives say that nowadays.'

She grinned, looking up to see his face. 'I don't call you that because of a silly medieval costume, Harry. I call you that, because you are in fact a Lord… You're the Lord of my heart.' She explained.

He couldn't find an answer for that, so he kissed her again instead. This time it was a reverent kiss, full of affection, trying to convey in a single act how much honoured he felt by those words.

Ginny didn't complain. She loved when her man gave her silent love confessions.

A/N: Next chapter's title: Accumulated Energy