Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, which is JKR's work, duh (Zamira Gulch is a not a name I made up, J.K. also made her. She is a different kind of reporter than what I have her doing, as you can see if you look on HP-Lexicon.)!
The Battle, Part ll
Harry stood up, his wand pointed at Voldomort. Hagrid had picked up the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, and thrown him in the way of the Killing Curse. The werewolf lay at Harry's feet, dead.
" You won't always have all your friends here to save the day, Potter." Voldomort hissed, his anger getting more and more apparent.
Harry rolled his eyes. " Neither will you, Lord Voldomort." I have to think of a spell her won't be expecting. Harry thought.
" Sectumsempra!" Harry yelled.
Voldomort was not prepared for this spell, and started bleeding madly, not unlike Draco Malfoy in Harry's sixth year.
" What have you done!" Voldomort screamed, starting to panic. " Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"
The three painful curses hit Harry; make him twist and turn, being pulled in every direction possible. Harry screamed in pain. When he was released, Harry was shaking uncontrollably, and was panting.
Seeing Voldomort standing there, dripping blood, made something rise in Harry chest. There was a power roaring inside him, that he had never felt before.
" Locomotor Mortis!" Harry shouted. He sent spell after spell at Voldomort. Sometimes missing, sometimes it bounced off the shield, sometimes he hit him. " Conjunctivitis! Densaugeo!" This one hit Voldomort, making his pointed teeth enlarge. " Immobulus! Incendio!" Voldomort put a shield up, after making the large teeth disappear. The fire bounced of the shield, and hit Harry's arm. Harry made the fire go away, but didn't bother to heal the second-degree burn on his arm.
" Is that the best you can do Pott-" Voldomort started to say, but was cut off by Harry.
Harry pointed his wand at him quickly. " Expelliarmus!"
Voldomort's wand flew from his hand. He looked at Harry, surprised. Harry made it come to him, and then snapped it in half.
" Can't win, can I?" Harry taunted. " Well, it's looks like I just have, Tom."
Harry knew what he had to do. But he was having trouble getting the words out. You have to do it Harry. He'll just kill more people.
" That is no longer my name! That is the name of my filthy muggle father!" Voldomort screamed, and started to go towards a stunned person's wand.
Now! I have to do it now! Harry thought madly.
" Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled, hating the taste of the word on his lips.
The deadly curse hit Voldomort in the chest, and he fell he started to fall backwards, dead, but a bright red light came out of his mouth and eyes. Suddenly, a blue light joined the other. Harry realized the light was coming from himself. He felt himself being lifted into the air.
The two lights where reaching out to each other, and when they met, Harry felt a great pain in his head.
I have to win Harry thought. He didn't know how, but he knew that the blue light had to push it's way past the red one.
The blue suddenly consumed the red one, making a powerful surge run through Harry. The red one disappeared, and Voldomort fell to the ground, unceremoniously. Harry stayed in the air, held by an invisible source. The blue light went throughout the school, and the school land. People everywere where falling, stopped by the light. Those who where not apart of Harry's army where suddenly gone, leaving Harry's army standing there, staring at the blue light in amazement.
The blue surrounded Harry, and he was lowered to the ground slowly. The blue disappeared into Harry's still pointed wand. People where gathering around, making a wide circle.
As soon as the light was gone, Harry collapsed in a heap on the ground.
" Harry!" Harry could barley hear Hermione scream.
He felt people lift him up of the ground, and heard someone making a Portkey to St. Mungo's. He felt the familiar jerk at his navel.
Someone was yelling for a Healer, but he couldn't concentrate.
Everything was going blurry, and the room started to spin. " Nooo." He moaned.
" Harry?" Someone said.
Harry tried to answer, but couldn't. He was very tired. All he wanted to do was sleep.
Maybe a little nap. He thought, already drifting off.
The next thing he knew, he heard Ginny was talking to a strange woman. He tried to open his eyes, but found they where very heavy.
Instead, he tried to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't do that either.
" Ms. Weasley, we owe a great debt to Harry Potter. St. Mungo's can not possibly except money from him, or you. He will pull through this, even if it takes a year." A female voice stated.
He heard Ginny sigh loudly. " Alright, fine. I suppose I don't have a choice."
The two exchanged goodbye, and Harry heard Ginny shut the door softly, and sit down next to the bed.
" Oh Harry, I wish you would wake up. It's not fair, the whole wizarding world is rejoicing, and you aren't even awake to enjoy it." Ginny said softly, and kissed his forehead.
Harry started to get tired again, then, and drifted off to sleep.
" Oh my son!" Lily Potter said. " You've done it, you've defeated Voldomort."
Harry smiled. "Thanks Mum. I couldn't have made it without you. I love you."
She returned the smile. "I love you to, Harry."
James squeezed Harry's shoulder. "You did good, son. I'm proud of you."
Harry nodded. " I'm just happy I did it, and Ron, Hermione, and Ginny are okay."
Siruis had been sitting quietly chair, up until now." Harry, you need to wake up. You're in a coma, and not doing well. But you can only wake up if you're ready."
Harry looked at him doubtfully. " I don't think I am Sirius."
Sirius sighed. " Alright. Well you need to hurry up or you'll miss al the celabrations!" The old Sirius was back.
Harry smiled. " Don't want to miss those. I'll wake up when I'm ready, just not yet. How about some more pumpkin juice?"
When Harry awoke for the second time, he heard the voices of Hermione, Ron, and Ginny arguing with the same woman from before.
" Isn't there something you can give him, to wake him up?" Ginny asked dispairingly.
The woman sighed loudly. " Ms. Weasley, if there was, we would have given it to him in a heartbeat. But as you can see, there isn't. With coma patients, all we can do is make them as comfortable as possible."
" No!" Ron said, stomping his foot against the white tiled floor. " There has to be something."
" Ron." Hermione said gently. Harry knew that she knew that stomping would do no good. " He'll wake up. He just needs a good rest."
" Ms. Granger is right. His body is exasted from the fight. He's lucky he's even alive." The Healer said.
Harry heard run huff, then went out the room, slamming the door behind him.
" It'll be alright, Ginny. He'll wake up soon enough." Hermione whispered.
Ginny sniffled. " I hope so Hermione. I hope so."
Three days later, Harry woke again. He had done so many times over the last few days, catching snippets of conservation.
Before, he had not been able to open his eyes, or move at all. This time, though, was different.
Ginny was sitting by his bed, as usual. She had been reading a book, sometimes reading aloud.
At first, Harry didn't even realize his eyes where open. Then it hit him.
I'm seeing. I can see Ginny, she's reading that book, and wearing her pink sweater that I gave her for Christmas.
Ginny turned the page of her book, and glanced at Harry.
She started to look down, then hurridly looked back at him. " Harry?" She asked, incrediously.
Harry opened his mouth to speek, but only a croak came out.
Ginny quickly conjured a glass of cold water, and helped him drink it.
" What happened?" Harry asked, after draining half the glass of water.
Ginny smiled. " You beat him, Harry. You killed Voldomort. You killed him, and then a red light came from him, and a blue one from you. You both started raising up, and was just held there. The red and blue light where almost fighting each other, and when they met, you looked like you might scream." Ginny shudered slightly. " Then the blue light overcame the red one, and it spread everywere. All of Voldomort's army disapeared. They somehow where taken imiedetly an empty room in the Department of Mysteries, and locked in there. None of them had their wands. The Ministry shipped them to Askaban as soon as they where found. Anyways, after that, you where lowered to the ground, then kind of fainted. Since then, you've been here in St. Mungo's, in a coma. " Ginny rubbed his hand. " It's been more than three weeks."
Harry sighed. " Gin, who was hurt?" He knew she hadn't mentioned that on purpose.
She looked down at her hands. " Harry-"
Just then, the door opened, and in stepped a small petite woman with perfect blond hair, wearing a Healer's uniform.
" Mr. Potter, you're awake! Ms. Weasley, you should have paged us." She repriminded.
" He just woke up, and I was just about to page you." Ginny said, looking grateful for the interuption.
The Healer nodded. She went over to Harry, and started waving her wand over him, and making nots on her lime green clipboard.
" Well Mr. Potter. " She said, after a few more minuetes of checking Harry out. " It apears that you have recovered almost fully. I want you to remain here for at least another week."
Harry rolled his eyes. " A week? Why?"
Ginny squeezed his hand. " Harry, she probaly needs to make sure your fully recovered."
The Healer nodded. " Exactly. You apear to be fine, but there might be something wrong that will show up later."
" Fine. One week, no more." Harry sighed.
The Healer smiled. " Alright. If you need anything, push that button on your bed. My name is Healer Polic."
She left the room, shutting the door tightly behind her.
Harry imieadetly turned to Ginny. " Ginny, tell me who was hurt."
Ginny sighed. " Harry please. You woke from a coma half an hour ago, you need to rest. I'm going to go tell everyone that your awake. Ron and Hermione haven't left the hospital."
" Fine. Go get them. Maybe they'll tell me." Harry huffed.
Ginny let go of his hand, and left the the room quietly.
Who was hurt? Ginny won't tell me, so it must have been a lot of people. Harry thought.
Harry decided to get changed out of the hospital gown before Ginny returned with Ron and Hermione. He looked around the room, and saw a wardrobe sitting next to the wall. He slid his feet out from under the blankets, and onto the floor. His feet felt numb, and he tried to put wieght on them. He stood up, and felt his knees buckeling. He fell to the ground before he could even take one step.
He tried to stand back up, and found he couldn't. I need to get up before they get back. Harry thought, and tried to stand again.
This time, he was able to push himself up with the bed. He had just gotten back in bed, when he heard excited chatter coming from right outside his door. Ginny pushed the door open, and stepped in, with a grinning ron and Hermione right behind her.
" Harry!" Hermione cried, and ran over to throw her arms around his neck. Harry returned the hug, and smiled.
Ron came over, not able to stop grinning. " Harry, I can't believe you're finally awake!"
Ginny looked at Harry courisly. " Harry, you look flushed."
" I'm kind of hot." Harry said. It's true, I am kind of hot. Harry thought.
Ginny nodded. " I'll go tell the front desk to lower the heat."
She left, leaving Ron and Hermione alone with Harry. He looked them.
" Ron, Hermione, how many where killed on our side?"
Ron looked at his hands, and didn't answer.
" Harry, Ginny told us we shouldn't tell you. You don't to worry about it." Hermione said firmly.
" Hermione! I am worried about it, and I'm just going to keep worrying about it until I find out!" Harry said loudly.
Hermione looked like she might cry. " Harry, please don't make me do this..."
He sat up even straighter. " Hermione, how many?"
" Four hundred." Hermione sobbed. The tears where running freely down her cheeks now. " Two hundred and fifty dead, the rest injured."
Harry was quiet. Two hundred and fifty dead! How can I havelet this happen?
" That's not all, Harry." Ron said quietly from his corner. " When Hagrid threw Greyback in front of that Killing Curse he sent at you, the other werewolves attacked him. He was here in the hospital for a week, before he…" Ron trailed off.
Hermione started sobbing even louder. Ron went over and put his arm around her shoulder.
" No!" Harry whispered. " No!" He repeated louder.
Ginny came back in just then. " She said that she would turn it down…" Ginny looked at the tearful faces in the room. " You told him. About everyone?"
Hermione shook her head. " Just Hagrid." She unsuccessfully tried to hold back another sob.
Tears started to from in Ginny's eyes. " I'm sorry. I just didn't want to tell you, and have you get yourself worked up, and fall back into the coma, or something."
Harry looked at her, not bothering to hide the tears falling down his cheeks. " Gin, don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
She nodded. " I know."
" Who else?" Harry asked, knowing the answer would be hard.
Ginny didn't meet his eyes. " Professor Flitwick, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Hestia, Sturgis Podmore, and then Zacharius Smith, Hannah Abbot, Terry Boot, from the D.A." Ginny looked up at him now. " Happy? Can we talk about something else?"
Harry nodded, shocked at the great number of people that he knew that had died.
After a moment, Ron started talking about all the parties that had been going on since the Battle.
" We haven't been to any though, we've been up here with you." Ron looked cheerful. " But now you're awake, we can go to
a few of them."
Ginny glared at him. " Once he's out, maybe."
Ron nodded. " Well you can't expect him to before he gets out, can you?"
" Ya, that will be fun." Harry said, before a fight could break out.
Ron grinned. " Great."
One week later, Harry was able to get out of the hospital. He went back to Black Manor, with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
Ginny had tried to convince him to stay in bed for a while, but he had refused.
" Gin, I've been in bed for a week. When I've been conscience, that is. I am not laying or sitting for a long time." He had replied, then went outside with Ron to play quiditch.
He spent his days going to parties, playing quiditch, and visiting friends.
Harry never told anyone this, but at night he had terrible dreams. He had taken to putting a silencing charm on himself before he went bed every night, because he had waken up screaming one night. He had told Ron that he had gotten his arm stuck between the wall and the bed, and had tried to roll over, at the time.
Members of the Order where coming in and out of the house all the time, sometimes staying over night. A days weeks ago Harry had found Kreacher hiding in a locked room of the house. He had since forbidden hi to speak ill of any of Harry's friends, or him. Kreacher was very unhappy with this, but when Harry threatened to give him clothes, Kreacher had stopped making rude motions to Harry behind his back.
Hermione was still trying to be kind to Kreacher, but was slightly more cautious of him. She had been very quiet since the Battle, she had hardly spoken at all. Ron and her took more walks by themselves, and they hadn't fought once. Ron was very very protective of her; he almost never left her side.
Ginny and Harry where getting on fine, Ginny didn't try to make him lie down, or anything like that. Harry wasn't able to take her very many places, because reporters liked to hound them.
The wizarding community was very surprised when it was announced Albus Dumbledore was not, after all, dead. Snape was able to come out of hiding, and was able to go back to his post as Potions Master. Professor Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, as Headmaster. Professor McGonagall went back to teaching Transfiguration, and after everything was repaired, things went back to normal at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Luckily, the damage was mostly to outside, as most of the fight took place there.
They all played quiditch a few times, Harry and Ron had even convinced Hermione to play a few times, though most days she liked to sit and watch.
Neville came over to stay with them after a while. His grandmother was in the hospital, because she had a few fainting spells. He hated to sit in the house by himself, so Harry had invited him to stay with them.
Harry was still having trouble sleeping, though the nightmares didn't come every single night, now. He was starting to get slightly worried, but he decided not think about it. The Minister of Magic was trying to tell the wizarding world that he had arranged the whole battle, from beginning to start. That he was the one who told the Aurors Tonks had recruited, to help.
Harry was very angry by this, not because he wanted the credit, but because he didn't want Scrimgeour to get it.
One day, after the Daily Prophet reported a interview with Scrimgeour, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville where all sitting around the library discussing it.
" He's a bloody idiot to even think he can get away with telling everyone that." Ron commented angrily.
Ginny nodded. " I know. I wish someone would tell him off."
Neville had been quiet during this conversation, but now he spoke up. " Harry, why couldn't you? I mean, why couldn't you give a interview, saying what really happened."
" Ya Harry!" Hermione said, getting excited, which was rare for her these days. " What newspaper wouldn't want a interview with you?"
Harry looked around the room at the excited faces of his closest friends. " Well…I guess." Everyone cheered, making Harry laugh.
" It's not really like I ruin my relationship with him any more than it is." Harry commented.
It was set. Harry was going to do an interview with the Dailey Prophet in one week. If the article got enough publicity, as Harry supposed it would, then he would do another, maybe more than that.
Ginny, Ron, and Hermione would also be joining him. They had debated having Neville go with them, but decided three extras would be enough, and they all knew Neville would be very nervous.
The day of the interview, Harry woke up early. After he had showered, and dressed, he went down stairs. Everyone was still asleep, so it was very quiet. He got some breakfast, and sat down.
What am I going to say? Harry thought. I need to talk to Dumbledore.
Harry went quietly to the fireplace, knowing Dumbledore would be awake at Hogwarts.
He threw some powder in, and stuck his head in.
" Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, looking around the office.
The chair behind the desk swiveled around. " Harry, what are you doing here?"
Dumbledore went over to the fireplace, and squatted beside it.
" I need to ask you something." Harry said. " You know I have an interview with the Daily Prophet today." Dumbledore nodded, listening intensely. " Well, I'm not quite sure what to say. I mean, I'll talk about the Battle, the D.A., how we got so many people, but I don't know what else I should say."
Dumbledore nodded wisely. " The Horcruxes."
Harry sighed. " I'm not sure if I should tell them, or just let it be."
" Well, what do you think, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, pulling a chair over for himself.
Harry considered for a moment. " Well, I think that not telling them would be lying to them, then I would be just as bad as Scrimgeour." Dumbledore nodded. " But if I tell everyone, then that might cause a whole mess of problems." Dumbledore nodded again.
" It looks like you have a decision to make, Harry. I suggest you choose wisely, but know that either one will have its faults, but both will also have good things come from it."
Harry sighed, and nodded. " I guess I'll figure it out."
" Harry? Who are you talking to?" Someone said.
Dumbledore smiled. " You have things to do, Harry. I will talk to you soon."
Harry nodded, and pulled his head out of the green fire.
Ginny was standing beside him, looking at him with curiosity.
" Hey Gin." Harry said, brushing his pants off, then giving her a kiss.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. " Who where you talking to?"
" Professor Dumbledore. I had a question for him." Harry responded.
Ginny shrugged, and sat down to eat her cereal.
Soon, Ron and Hermione was also awake, and down stairs eating they're own breakfast. Hermione looked awake, but Ron was struggling to keep his eyes open.
They finished eating, and left for the Dailey Prophet headquarters in Diagon Alley. They had an appointment for nine o'clock, with a Ms. Zamira Gulch.
" Mr. Potter!" A very high pitched girly voice squealed as Harry walked into Zamira Gulch's office.
A very small, skinny woman with bright red hair piled into a bun on the nape of her neck sat a desk, which was piled with garbage, and papers.
" Nice to meet you, I'm Zamira Gulch." The woman said, sticking out her hand.
Harry stuck out his own hand, and was immediately sorry, for the small woman had a incredibly strong grip.
" Nice to meet you to, Ms. Gulch. This is Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Ginny Weasley."
Gulch shook the other threes hands, and beamed, showing all her very white teeth." First I would like to do a full overview of the battle. Mr. Potter, care to start?"
The four nodded their agreement, and spent the next three hours talking about the battle.
When it was finally over, Gulch was in awe of Harry and the other four.
" Thank you so much, all of you. This interview has been more than I could have ever hoped for." Gulch said, warmly shaking hands with each of them.
" Thank you, Ms. Gulch." Hermione replied.
Harry nodded. " Yes, thank you for publishing my story."
" No problem at all! We will write you the day before it comes out." Gulch answered.
Harry nodded, and left the Daily Prophet headquarters, with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny right behind him.
One week later, the story was out, and the wizarding world was split in two groups. One believed Scrimingeour, and one believed Harry. The group that believed Harry was much larger than Srimingeour's group.
Harry gave another interview, and this one became just as big as the other, if not bigger. Harry was getting dozens of letters every day from admirerers. Ginny thought these where quite funny, so she and Harry would go through them, and taking turns writing letters back to them, signing Harry's name at the bottom.
" Ginny, we haven't been on a date in months." Harry observed one day, as they where going through the fan mail.
Ginny smiled. " Are you suggesting one?"
" Would you execpt?" Harry answered, with the same teasing tone she had.
Ginny pretended to consider. " Well…I suppose."
Harry grinned, and kissed her. " Where should we go?"
" I don't know. Maybe we could go to a muggle place, now that we don't have to worry about anything."
Harry thought of all the places Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had been to, and constantly talked about for days afterword. "
How about this little restaurant in Little Whitting, called Fredrica's. It's French, my aunt and uncle went to it once, and raved about it for a week straight."
" Okay, that would be fun. Maybe we could go tomorrow night?" Ginny suggested.
Harry put his arm around her, and pulled her close. " Alright, tomorrow it is."
By the time the next night came around, Harry was very anxious. He had called the restaurant using a pay phone, and had made a reservation. He stood in front of the mirror in his room, trying to use a spell to coax his hair down.
When he finally gave up, he decided to go wait in the entry. He sat down in one of the armchairs and waited somewhat patiently for Ginny.
When she came down, Harry was shocked. She had curled her hair, and put it up in a fancy ponytail. She was wearing a red and white flowered dress.
" Gin, you look…wow." Harry said, standing up.
She smiled. " Thank you. You look very nice, also Harry."
" Ready?" He asked.
She nodded, and they both apperated behind the restaurant.
They strolled out, and went inside, un-noticed.
" Harry Potter." He told the hostess at the booth.
She looked at her list, and then at Harry. She led the way to a small secluded table in the corner of the restaurant.
They sat down at the small table, and the hostess smiled. " Your waitress will be here shortly, here's your menu's." And handed them the two plastic covered menus.
" Thank you." Harry said.
Harry opened his menu, and looked at the longs list French deliccies.
When the waitress came, Harry and Ginny had both decided on a wine.
" What may I get you to drink?" She asked, with a very obvious French accent.
Harry smiled. " La Mauresque wine, and two waters, please."
She nodded, and wrote it down on her pad of paper. " Right away, monsieur." She left to go order the drink.
" This is a really nice restaurant Harry, I can see why your Aunt and Uncle liked this place so much." Ginny said, looking around the beautiful place.
Harry nodded. " It really is." He looked down at his menu " Have you have ever heard of any of things?"
Ginny giggled. " Nope. But this here, Arctic Char with Bouillabaisse Broth, rated five stars."
" Isn't Bouillabaisse something they served when Madam Maxine and her girls came?" Harry questioned.
Ginny nodded. " I think so. Fluer is always trying to get Bill to eat it, too."
Just then the waitress came back with the wine. She set down two glasses, and poured the wine into them.
" Are you ready order?" She asked, once she had set the ice bucket with the bottle of wine in it in the holder.
Harry looked at Ginny, who nodded. " Yes, I believe we are. I'll have the Beef Bourguignon, please."
She nodded, and wrote that down, then looked at Ginny. " And you, mademoiselle?"
" I'll have the Arctic Char with Bouillabaisse Broth, please." Ginny answered, closing her menu and handing it to the waitress.
She smiled, and took them both. " Alright, it will be out in just a few moments."
She hurried off to the kitchens.
" I love you Ginny." Harry said, taking her hand.
She smiled softly. " I love you, too. And thank you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. " For what?"
" For not making me stay behind, for letting me help you, for being my boyfriend, for taking me here, everything." Ginny answered, rubbing his hand.
Harry smiled at her. " Thank you for making me let you come. We would have never discovered Dumbledore was alive if it wasn't for you."
Just then, the hot plates of their food came. The waitress, who's name Harry had discovered was Daniella, set them down in front of them.
" It looks wonderful, thank you." Ginny said.
Daniella nodded her head solemnly, and left.
Harry picked up his fork, and started to eat. " This is very interesting."
Ginny nodded. " Very interesting, but I like it."
Harry nodded is agreement, and shoveled another forkful into his mouth.
By the time they had finished, they where both full. " That was very good." Harry said, taking another sip of his wine.
Daniella came over, and took their empty plates. " Would you like desert tonight, monsieur?"
Harry looked over at Ginny. " Can we make it, Gin?"
She grinned. " Yes, please."
"Alright, let me go run a grab those menus. I will be right back." Daniella said, balancing the plates on one hand, and the cups that had water in the other hand.
" Feeling daring tonight, Miss Weasley?" Harry asked teasingly.
Ginny giggled. " I sure am, Mr. Potter. Or is the Boy-Who-Lived? Or maybe the The-One-Who-Beat-Voldomort."
Harry shook his head in mock exasperation. " No no no! You can't say his name, he might rise from the dead!" He said, making fun of something he heard someone say once. " I am The-One-Who-Beat-You-Know-Who!"
Ginny laughed. " Well pardon me, sir."
Harry nodded his head grandly. " You are forgiven."
Just then Daniella came back with the two menus. " Here are your menu's, monsieur and mademoiselle."
" Thank you." Harry responded.
She nodded and hurried to another table.
Harry opened the small desert menu, and looked inside. There was a list of lot's and lot's of French deserts, some Harry had heard of, and some he hadn't.
" I think this is going to be to big for me to eat by myself. Want to share?" Ginny asked, looking at the pictures of the scrumptious deserts.
Harry nodded. " Alright. What do you want?"
" Well, either the Kugelhopf or the Crème Caramel." Ginny said, showing him the pictures. " Which do you think?"
Harry examined the pictures of the Kugelhopf, which looked like a chocolate cake, or the Crème Caramel. " Let's have the Crème Carmel. Okay?"
Ginny nodded. " Perfect."
Harry signaled to Daniella to show her they where ready. She quickly came over.
" May I help you, Monsieur Potter?"
Harry smiled and nodded. " We are ready to order our desert."
She nodded and took out her pad of paper.
" We would like the Crème Caramel, with two forks please." Harry ordered, wiggling his eyebrows at Ginny.
Daniella nodded, and scribbled it down on her pad. " It will be out shortly.
She retreated to the kitchen to get the desert.
" do you get the feeling she doesn't want to be around us?" Harry asked.
Ginny nodded, looking at her retreating back. " Maybe she can sense our magic, and it scares her, or something."
Harry agreed. " That must be it."
" So what did you think of that last interview?" Ginny asked, after a dull silence.
Harry shrugged. " It was okay, I guess. I think we're going to do another interview with the Prophet in a month, or so. With Zamira Gulch again. About Life after the War, I think is what they are entitling it."
Ginny laughed. " You're just going to famous for the rest of your life, aren't you?"
" I guess so." Harry answered, slightly sighing.
Ginny frowned at him. " Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry sighed again. " It's just that I kinda hoped that when this war ended, that everything would be normal. People still wouldn't bug me all the time, the Ministry would stop trying to get me to be their poster boy, people would realize that I'm just normal. But they haven't! I'm still the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry took a deep breath, and tried to control himself.
Ginny looked at him sympathetically. " I'm sorry Harry. Maybe they'll get over it one day."
" I guess." Harry said. " Where is our desert?"
Ginny shrugged, and looked around. " I don't know…oh there she is!"
Daniella was coming towards them with a plate of the Crème Caramel.
She set it down in the middle of the small table. " Anything else?"
Ginny shook her head. " No thank you."
Daniella nodded, and disappeared.
Ginny picked her fork, and took a very small bite of it. " It's good Harry, try it."
Harry picked up his own fork, and took a bite. " It is good."
They ate in silence for a few moments, then Ginny spoke up. " Is there anything else bothering you? You've never been this bothered by this stuff before."
Should I tell her about my dreams? Harry debated.
" Well…there is one thing." Harry said, still not sure if he should worry her.
Ginny looked at him expectantly. " What?"
" Alright." He said, giving in. " At night I have dreams, really bad nightmares. About the war, Dumbledore's fake death, Hagrid's funeral…everything."
" Oh Harry." Ginny choked out, tears coming to her eyes.
Harry bit his lip, to keep it from quivering. " I don't know what to think. They aren't as bad as they where but still…"
" Harry, we've all had them. It's normal, after all, you kill…killed someone." Ginny broke off, and looked down at her hands.
Harry took a deep breath, and blinked rapidly a few times. " Let's finish eating, okay?"
Ginny nodded, and wiped her eyes. She picked her fork and took another small bite.
Harry took a bite of the caramel desert. He looked at Ginny, her red hair falling around her freckled face, looking up and smiling softly at him, and did something that surprised himself to no end.
He took her hand, and kneeled down. " Ginny Weasley, will you be my wife?"
A/N Hello everyone!I just want to say,I am so so sorry it took so long, my life has been insanely busy. My mother was put on bedrest for her pregnancy a month ago, and last week had the baby, an adorable baby boy. So, with all of that, I haven't had much writing time. But I have finished this chapter now, and will start the other ASAP.The wholedate was supposed tofill about one page on word pad, and instead filled two and a half. So that was a little longer than I meant, but that's okay, it truned out fine.Also, I can't remember all the websites I used to find the name of those French foods, but it so wasn't me. I can't even pronounce most of them, so have fun trying to, those of you who do not speak French… Thanks to my wonderful beta, SupaJen, you are the very best person in the whole world, at the moment…
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Sam
P.S.( Like my cliffhanger? Couldn't resist it, hehe.)