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One Last Chance
Chapter Five: Bitter Truth
As soon as they entered Hagrid's hut, Hagrid just pulled Harry into a bone-crushing (literally) hug.
"Just don't make me do that ever again. I don't want to ever carry your dead body."
Finally he let go of him to allow him to massage his bones. Ginny was trying very hard to keep from laughing as was Lily and James. When he scowled at them Ginny whispered into his ear "You got it onto yourself by getting killed."
"Have some tea 'arry. I won't let you go till you do, even you Ginny." He was moving around the kitchen making tea for the three of them.
"Where are Ron and Hermione? I've never seen the three of you apart unless Ron is fighting with Hermione," He asked Harry as he was moving around his kitchen making tea.
"They said they have some work and will join us in here in a bit," Ginny replied, as Harry was busy fighting off Fang who had missed Harry so much that Harry found himself tackled to the ground, trying to fend the over affectionate dog.
"Back Fang, leave Harry alone," Hagrid barked, as he handed them their tea.
The five of them were chatting about anything but the battle and Voldemort, as they were drinking tea. Once they had finished tea and the talk was approaching Voldemort Harry decided he could not stay. He wanted to wait for Ron and Hermione, but his talk with Ginny was more important and his first priority.
He got up and pulled Ginny up along with him, seeing this James and Lily also got up.
"Hagrid if you don't mind I need to talk to Ginny about something and I had promised her I'll do it soon, so I'll be heading out."
"It's okay 'arry. And I suppose you're also going Lily, James." He asked turning to them.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind Hagrid," Lily said in a small voice.
"It's no problem," Hagrid waved them off. "But do come and visit me before you leave."
The four of them headed out together and Harry was heading towards the lake.
"Um... Mum, dad, Ginny and I will be heading towards the lake." He hesitated before he added, "You can join me if you want, but I suppose you'll know all I have to tell her."
"Go ahead Harry, we won't follow you. But we are also headed towards the lake for a walk. If we come across you, we'll turn around and not disturb you guys." His father told him, giving him a small wink.
Harry led Ginny to a place which was secluded and the lake was visible. Harry sat down on the grass and patted the vacant space next to him indicating that Ginny should join him there. Both of them were quite for some time watching the lake. They didn't realise that Severus Snape was sitting on the grass hidden from their view by a bush, but at an audible distance, or that Lily and James had indeed followed them and were sitting on the other side of the tree.
"I do know that you know something Ginny," said Harry. "You're not the one to keep quite and sit around waiting for me to give you answers. I want to know what you know, so that I know from where I have to start." Severus had become very alert hearing the voices. Having been a spy for so many years, habits die hard. He was listening intently.
Ginny sighed heavily. "Okay you've caught me. I do know more than you think. I'd get it out of Hermione often. She would tell me things that were not quite important, still something a secret. She never told me about your lessons with Dumbledore or that prophesy. She was quite determined about me not knowing that. I knew Sirius was not a murderer and you had helped him escape. I also knew that the fake Moody helped you with your Tri-Wizard. I knew every moment of you fourth year and fifth year. Sirius let me in on many of your secrets, like you had visited him in your fourth year. I didn't know about that."
She was quite for a while staring at the smooth lake and thinking what else she knew. Harry didn't disturb her instead was seeing the lake wondering how much she tried in vane in finding out his secrets last year.
"I tried a lot to find out what you were up to," said Ginny. "And then I realized if you wanted you would never let any one know about anything. When ever I did eavesdrop, all I could hear was buzzing sound. You need to teach me that spell, it can be handy." She said shaking her head, her eyes narrowed onto him when she noticed Harry was grinning at her.
"That is the Muffliato spell. You remember the Half blood Prince's potions book?" She nodded "Well that was actually Snape's and he had made that nick name for himself. He created that spell."
"What a name and why be proud of being half-blood when he was working for Voldemort?" Ginny asked him, turning around so that she could face him and sit in a more comfortable position.
"Well his father was a muggle and his mother was Eline Prince, a witch so he named him self Half-Blood Prince." Harry explained.
"Oh! Something like Voldemort himself. Lord Voldemort or Tom Marvolo Riddle" She snorted out in disgust, "both of them ashamed of their parents." Ginny voiced this not realizing that Snape had gone rigid with the comparison being made.
"Yeah even I thought of that but there is difference here," said Harry, voicing his regret. "He loved my mother and her death made him change sides. He rectified his mistakes. He needs to be given credit for that. If it weren't for him I don't want to imagine what would have happened here, at Hogwarts last year. He protected the students from the Carrows as much as he could."
Snape had relaxed hearing his words and could not help but feel if what would have happened if he had not changed sided if not for Lily.
"So will you tell me what else you know?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Yeah, well I knew that the prophet was right after that slip of your tongue when you had come to the Burrow. So I decided to ask Hermione how the DA Galleons worked so that we could restart the DA. I knew Neville and Luna would help me. I was underage and I didn't want to sit around and not try to win this war. I wanted to help in whatever way possible. Either I would come with you or I would go Hogwarts and cause trouble for Snape."
She was quite for some time thinking about haw tough the last year was. "I troubled him as much possible. I was irritated with him." Ginny said. "I chose to blame your break-up with me, on him. Had he not killed Dumbledore, may be we would have been together."
"I know it is silly," Ginny burst out seeing Harry open his mouth. "I accepted it, and everything, but I just had to blame someone." She shook her head, she knew she had been childish, but she had been desperate. There was no news about Harry or her brother or her best friend.
"This past year was scary," Ginny sighed, shaking her head trying to put aside unpleasant memories. "When we went to steel the sword for you, Dumbledore spoke to me. He told me that everything is not how it looks. I didn't understand what he said then, but I did when Snape pulled me out of class just before Easter and told me that my parents wanted me home for the break. I had refused to go, but he had thrown a portkey into my hand and I was at the Burrow, last time I saw it, before we left for Aunt Murle's."
"Ron was spotted with you a few days after that.," said Ginny, her voice trembling. "I was so scared when I heard that, I think it was the first time I cried due to the lack of information. I was so damn annoyed with everything."
"After I landed at home I realized what Dumbledore had told me. I thought in some wired way he had asked Snape to kill him so that he could protect the students of Hogwarts. I don't know why but I felt Snape was not given enough credit for what he had done."
She stayed quite for some time allowing Harry to contemplate what she had told and also thinking what else she knew. Finally she sighed out. "I guess that is about all I know. Now will you tell me what you've hidden from me and if the Elder wand really exists." Harry was about to open his mouth when she added "Oh and what are Horcruxes? I heard you talking about that with Voldemort."
Both of them had not realized but Snape had gone chalk white on hearing the word Horcruxes. He had not paid attention to the battle and instead was looking for Lily in the common room. Once Voldemort had come into the common room he had cornered Lily and was talking to her not listening to a word of what Voldemort was telling. Suddenly he felt used by Dumbledore. He had not told him about them. Why? Had he been so untrustworthy?
Harry's eyes darkened for a moment. "Well I will tell all that, until then you need to bear with me. Okay?"
"Alright, but can I ask you questions?" She asked childishly.
Harry chuckled. "I guess you can."
"Oh, well here is my first question. Do Ron and Hermione know all of what you are going to tell me?" Ginny asked unable to keep her curiosity any longer.
"They may not know tiny detail I might tell you." Harry told her, to which he got a kiss on his cheek.
"Get a move on and tell me all you've got, I'm all ears now." She told him as she repositioned her self to sit in a more comfortable position.
"Well you know after watching Cedric die and Voldemort come back to life in my fourth year, I-"
"If you don't mind me asking Harry," she cut though his explanation in a very polite way.
When he nodded she continued, "What exactly happened in the maze and the graveyard?"
"Well I've not talked about the details with any one, but Dumbledore and Sirius, and I guess it is high time I did." He sighed out trying to remember all that happened on that dreadful night Voldemort returned.
"You don't have to I'll understand." Said Ginny unable to look at the pain that filled his beautiful green eyes.
"No Ginny, I need to tell you. I think you should know." He told her. "It is painful but not as much as it was when it was fresh in my mind. I've been through worse but…" He trailed off not knowing how to tell her in words that watching Voldemort return and seeing the first death in his life feels, much better than all the other things he had witnessed over the last year.
Ginny noticed the confusion he was facing, "It doesn't matter Harry, you won't be disrespecting Cedric's memory if you feel that his death was a lot less painful that of Sirius or Dumbledore."
He gave her a grateful smile and put his hand on her shoulder bringing her closer to him. Ginny obliged to this and put her hand around his waist. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be this emotional through out his tale. True he had witnessed deaths but she had no idea what she could do to comfort him. Is it even possible for him to live with the pain and get over the guilt? Is it wise on her part to help him forget that pain or has it become a part of him that he'll have to live all his life? Will he be able to move on in life now that his parents are back?
"You see Ginny after we, that is Cedric and I entered the maze we both ended up near the cup at the same time." He had a look of distaste and guilt, "Cedric tried to make me take it but he was closer and my ankle was not alright, and he was closer so I told him to take it, but he refused, so we took it together."
"We were thrown into some new place. First we thought it was part of the Tournament so we pulled out our wands. We saw someone coming near us and we weren't sure what to do, what if that man approaching us was a muggle. Then my scar burst into pain and then I heard Voldemort's voice. He told 'Kill the spare'" Harry's voice broke and emotions of that dreadful night rushed back into his mind.
He cleared his throat, "Wormtail who was there, carrying Voldemort did as instructed and Cedric…" He could not continue. He had started of with ease and kept ignoring the emotions churning through him but not any more. Even after four years he could not believe Cedric was dead. He could not prevent the hot tears falling into his lap. He felt horrible.
"I could not believe that he was dead even after I saw his body," He continued ignoring his tears. "Wormtail, then pulled me and tied me to Tom Riddle Senior's head stone. I was gagged and my wand had fallen when I had fallen down due to the pain in my scar. I was helpless. I wish I could've done something about it then, but I could not," He knew he sounded helpless and like a child denied his candy, but he didn't care and he knew Ginny wouldn't mind either.
"Wormtail then went away to bring a huge cauldron. He left behind Voldemort's body. It was the size of an infant but the face was like his actual face, pale white, red eyes, slits for nostrils and a slightly elongated neck."
Harry shivered remembering that face. "Wormtail came back and he lit a fire under the cauldron. He then put that body of Voldemort into it and removed the bone of his father, flesh of a servant willingly given and blood of an enemy. He took my blood. Then I was hoping Voldemort had drowned and the various colours coming from the cauldron would alert the muggle police, but that didn't happen. The next thing I knew was Voldemort was standing there in front of me. He had a body of his own."
"He pulled out Wormtail's hand and summoned his death eater. After they came he was talking about how disappointed he was because his death eaters had failed him and how he could not stand that. He put some under the iCruciatus Curse/i. Then he gave Wormtail a silver hand and asked him to free me. I was given back my wand and made to bow before the duel. He struck me with the iCruciatus Curse/i almost immediately. That curse is no joke and as far as I'm concerned no one should be hit by that curse."
He shivered, tightening his hold on Ginny remembering that even Hermione had been subjected to the same a few weeks back. Ginny let him hold onto her as she laid her head on his chest. She didn't want to tell him that she had also been subjected to that curse the past year. She wanted to put it off. She didn't want to remember it.
Snape who had been listening to this let his emotions go. He felt sorry that he was subjected to the curse when he so young. He also sympathized and agreed that no one should be subjected too that curse. No one deserves it, except may be Voldemort and Bellatrix and her husband and his brother and Yaxley and…iOh well a lot of people do deserve it./i
Those who deserved Azkaban, had already been shipped away and the Dementors were once again under the ministry's control, but that didn't stop Kingsley from using muggle methods to reinforce security. So that no one will escape and every one will be given a trial. Even the Lestrange's were to be given a fair trial.
"I didn't mind the curse then because he was taunting me and telling me that my father was brave and stood up to his death and I was hiding behind the stone." He was recollecting how it had been then.
"I found that place and I hid, but that didn't mean I didn't want to die or I was scared." He was trying to reassure himself as much as he was trying to reassure Ginny. "I knew I would die that day but I wanted to take down as many death eaters as possible. I don't know…" He was trying to convince himself he didn't mean any harm. He wanted to revenge Cedric's death. He didn't deserve to die because it was his fault. He made Cedric take the cup with him, and Cedric had to face the consequence of his action. True only now he understood what Dumbledore had told him in his third year, after Professor Lupin had retired.
The words Dumbledore had used were still very clear in his mind. "The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is very difficult business indeed... Professor Trelawney, bless her, is living proof of that." He voiced this to Ginny and she immediately hugged him tighter.
"It's not your fault. Even his parents don't think it was. If he had not died like that, the giant spider would have killed him. At least it was painless and was over soon for him."
"I know but it still hurts-"
"If the pain didn't exist you would not be who you are Harry. It is okay to feel pain and hurt and guilt, Harry, or else there would be no difference between you and Voldemort. But you ought to control it. You can not let it rule you."
"Yeah, I know that but I feel that it should have been me, not him, it was meant for me."
"NO, NOT YOU. NEVER YOU. NO I WON'T HAVE IT." She screamed out clutching to Harry as if her life was dependent on it. Harry realizing what he had told was a BIG mistake held onto her assuring her that he was still there.
"Hearing your scream when you thought I had died, was torture. No Cruciatus Curse can be that painful," Harry recalled.
He was trying to recollect how he had felt when he had heard Ron, Hermione and Ginny scream in aguish. All he wanted to do was call out that he was alive and not dead, but he had to wait or else he would've surely died.
Ginny pulled her self back together, to keep her self from remembering what had happened when she has seen his dead body at Voldemort's feet. No, she would not go over there.
Harry was alive and holding her in his arm. "You were telling me about Cedric. Continue Harry." She told him softly trying to tell him that she was okay and she didn't want Harry to skip events.
She remembered that Professor Dumbledore had told her that acceptance is the first step to recovery and to accept one has to understand. He had told her that when he had visited her in the Hospital wing after the Chamber incident.
"Well you know I was stuck at the Dursley's and I had no idea what Voldemort was up to and no one was telling me anything through letters. Then the dementors attacked and I was expelled and there was a hearing and I was getting to know my godfather better and living in his house how much ever he hated it. Did you know he had run away from that house at the age of sixteen?" He didn't wait for her answer.
"He went to my grandparent's house. It is really sad that he was locked up in Azkaban for 13 years of his life and then in that house till he died. He didn't deserve that. It's pretty good of Voldemort to have given him a second chance. Everyone deserves a second chance. We are humans and making mistakes is in our nature."
"I hated it in the Dursley's house. I could not get anything about Voldemort. When the dementors attacked I thought they were already under Riddle's control." He gave out a nasty laugh. "I should have realized that all of that a game being played by the ministry. After all they are just like the muggle politicians. All they want is power and money, just in a different way from Voldemort." Ginny watched his eyes harden and became cold and distant.
"Even if it is thrust into my hand I don't want to be popular. It is a head ache. But that does not mean I like people talking ill about me or calling me a lunatic. I had no clue of the so called prophesy. I didn't even know why Voldemort attacked me that night."
"I had of course asked Professor Dumbledore about it, you know, when I woke up in the hospital wing after I saved the Philosophers stone in my first year. But he had told me that he would tell me when I was older. I guess I never asked him again."
"You know the vision I had and how we'd run to help Sirius?" He continued when she nodded, "After Voldemort possessed me, and Dumbledore sent me back to his office, he told me or rather showed me the contents of the prophesy."
"The one with the power to vanquish the- Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …"
"A very simple prophecy, yet a huge one, it changed my life and lost time won't come back but I got back my parents."
Harry fell quite collecting his thoughts, a lot of things were messed up in his mind and longed for a pensive. Ginny was staring at the lake wondering how he was actually feeling. If it was one thing Ginny understood, it was the fact that it is not easy to describe one's feeling. She had not known how to tell her parents, how she was feeling after her first year at Hogwarts. She had no idea how to let them know that she was not a small girl anymore. That she did not like dolls dressed in pink any more.
It was not until she had told Ron that she had changed a lot that her family accepted who she was now. Ron had been so nice to her after her first year and she had thought the same would continue after school began, but Harry had to tell him something and she was pushed away.
She did not blame Harry but she had hoped Ron would be close to her. After all it was only he who had helped her parents realize that she was a teenager way before she turned 13. No wonder he was so protective of her.
"You know Gin, I wish I had no prophesy concerning me or my parents to have died protecting me, but you know what, I wouldn't be whom I am if not for that. You won't be my girlfriend." He picked up her hand gently and kissed her knuckles. He held her hand in his and close to his chest.
"You know I think I had fallen for you when I was in my fifth year itself…or maybe right after I pulled you out of the Chamber. What really hit home that I like you was in fifth year, I suppose. It was…I guess odd that you were not shy around me and that is when I felt oh…. I don't know maybe bad is the right word, that you didn't like me anymore. True I liked Cho then but I don't suppose I had any feelings for her, just my hormones acting up a bit," he told her distastefully.
Ginny snorted and punched him in the gut lightly, "Blaming on the Hormones, eh?"
Harry ignored her, "I remember Hermione telling me that you had gotten over me and that you were going out with Corner, I didn't like it and I just brushed it of telling myself that it probably is some stupid thing, like I had to look out for you…or may be it was me being a little jealous that you no longer liked me. Then Hermione mentioned Cho and I completely forgot about that. I made myself forget about that. Ron was and is after all my best friend"
She was staring at him and he found it disturbing so he turned to face her and raised his eyebrow questing her, what the problem was? "You liked me since then and you didn't know what you felt so you just ignored it?"
"Uh…" Harry stammered.
"It's okay Harry tell me the truth." She told him softly.
"I guess. I only just remembered that. I don't know why but something in my stomach… I don't know I guess I had no idea what I was feeling."
"Oh. So you had to wait for me?" she asked with a smirk on her face and a tone in her voice that clearly stated that she was having fun at his expense.
"Yeah." Harry admitted not realizing her tone or her smirk.
"I'm glad Harry." Is all she replied as she rested her head on his shoulder indicating that he needs to continue his story.
Taken of guard Harry settled to the best conclusion he could draw, no matter who the girl is, he will never understand them. Especially if she was fiery, impetuous, spunky, devious, and much, much more.
"So any way Professor Dumbledore wanted to meet him during school for some lessons. He wanted to show me memories of various people who knew Voldemort and you know his background and things like that so that it would help me defeat him. We viewed a lot of memories from various people and well…All I can say is he was evil since childhood. He always enjoyed being in control of everything and those who didn't listen to him were punished. I think the first spell he learnt was the Cruciatus Curse..
"You see as he lived in a muggle orphanage. Professor Dumbledore was the one who went to get him and help him with shopping and things like that. When he got there, Dumbledore realised that something was not right with him. He questions the head of the orphanage… I'm not sure of her name, any way she tells Dumbledore that Riddle is rude and many strange things has happened around him and to people he doesn't like or have angered him."
"Dumbledore became curious and conjured some mead and prompted her to tell what the strange things were. She said with certainty that he was the reason behind the fact that two children in the orphanage are not the same any more. Riddle put those two into something horrifying that those kids were never the same. He snatched their childhood even when he was a child himself."
Ginny had gone pale and had held onto Harry so hard that her firm grasp, hurt him quite a bit. When Harry stared at her, she looked into his eyes. There was something Harry had never seen before. A mad sort of thrill etched deep with in the pools of brown, and at the same time disgust and self-loathing. Harry frowned, trying to recall what he told that made her hate her self.
"I know what her did to those kid," She whispered. "I just remembered as you were telling me. I thought he was gone forever, but NO! HE HAS TO HAUNT ME. HE IS STILL IN ME. HE HAS LEFT HIS MEMORIES IN ME. WHY?! WHY? I…" her voice broke and she let out a sob, she had been trying to hide. She collapsed on to Harry. Repeating the same questions of 'why?'.
Harry, not knowing what to do, pulled her onto his lap, cradling her as if she were a small girl who had just gotten up from her nightmare, and wanted to cheek under her bed for the monsters.
"I had thought he had left me. I had thought that after you stabbed the diary, he was gone. I only had nightmares to deal with. The nightmares also stopped after a little while. I though I can look forward to a better future. I always believed that when something bad happens, and if we try hard enough to search for good, we will find good. I always believed that if I tried harder, I get what I'm looking for."
"With that attitude I took up my second year. I had for a short while in Egypt, didn't want to get back to school. I wanted to stay with my brother in Egypt. He promised he will never let anything happen to me again. So I though it would be better if I stayed with him. He was the one who talked me out of it."
"He told me running from my demons was not a Weasley thing. Not something a person in Gryffindor would do. Then he told me that only silly girls who are not strong enough run away from pain. I think that is what stung more than anything else. I've always wanted to be like my brothers. I never wanted to show any weakness just because I'm a girl."
"I decided he was right and I then listened to my parents. They told me that what happened in the past will always remain there. It can't and won't come into the present or future. I need to put aside the fact that I'm different and accept that with a big smile. They told me that I need to 'make my self'. I didn't really understand that back then, but I think I did once I got back to school."
"Ron may have convince my parents that I'm no longer a child, but I didn't understand what I was? I was quite lost. I didn't know if I could be happy with myself ever again. Then I realised I can't be what I was before I started Hogwarts, but I can be something different. You see the diary a dark object, was contaminated. It gave off waves off evil and negative thoughts. It played with my insecurities."
"After that was destroyed, the thing suddenly stopped. Like how the light goes off my wand if I say iNoxi/. So I felt a lot better. But just as you were telling me about that, some part of Riddle's memory clicked in my head and I felt..." She shuddered violently and Harry held her tighter. "I felt as though I was Riddle. I remembered those kids. They were telling him that they were scared of the cave as it was very dark in there and they were scared of the dark."
"They cried out for him to stop, but he never did. Not until he felt bored with what he heard. He wanted them to make another sound of pain. He wanted to create music with the cry of pain. He then made a vow to himself to make sure he will return to that cave. He wanted that first memory of seeing people suffer etched within the rocks in the cave. He wanted to make a memorial out of it."
"He had this horrible habit of collecting mementos, to remind himself what he had caused and to make sure he never forgets that note of the cry. It was like music to his ears. I can feel his twisted happiness. I had thought it was gone, but I guess it never will. There will always be a part of him in me."
She clung tightly to Harry, silently asking him to cleanse her from the dirt and filth she carried. Harry shut his eyes tightly, wondering not for the first time, how she managed, what broke Ron within a matter of weeks, for a year. He needed to explain the whole thing to her before she could understand what had happened to her.
He adjusted her on his lap such that her face was buried in his neck, covered by his hair and her legs fell rested on the ground to his right.
"Ginny," when she didn't respond he gently broke the hug so that she could look into his eyes. She avoided his eyes, she had never wanted him to see her so week. She had always taken pride of the fact that she was a strong woman and she didn't easily dissolve into tears.
"Look into my eye," He told her gently but firmly. She shut her eye for a second longer than necessary, and then looked into his emerald eyes. Her eyes carried guilt and shame. "I want you to listen to what I have to say completely and then you can tell me if he is still in you?"
Ginny had not expected this. Frankly she had not expected anything that might calm or reassure her, but her curiosity kicked in and she pushed aside what she had just remembered. She nodded uncertainly, making Harry smile at her.
"Let me just skip to the main part?" She just nodded.
"Well through this lessons with Dumbledore I learned that Riddle had created something called a Horcrux. This made him immortal as long as the Horcrux existed. A Horcrux a part of one's soul that is separated from the main body when he or she must perform an inexplicable evil, purposefully commit murder with all intentions of splitting the soul. That part of the soul that splits from the main body is let to live outside the body in an object. So, if their body is attacked or destroyed they can't die because part of their soul is still out there somewhere. It's still on the earth and it's undamaged because it wasn't inside of the body when the body was attacked."
"And Riddle had one of these?" Ginny asked her face etched with Horror.
Harry laughed a hallow, mirthless laugh, shaking his head. "Not one Ginny, he had indented to create seven including the bit in his body."
"I was possessed by one of his horcrux, wasn't I?" Ginny looked revolted by the idea that even a bit of his soul was so twisted. She looked down at her hands, studying them, as though it may turn into Voldemort's spider-like-hands. She shook her head in horror and turned away promptly from Harry only to throw up near his feet.
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