Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Title: The Poet's Wish

Author: ReadingRed

Beta: DukeBrymin

Chapter Six: The Warrior

"Harry, I know we did the right thing, but where do we go from here?" Ginny asked. They had started walking after Petunia went inside. In the future it had become a habit to stay on the move, after all moving targets were slightly more difficult to hit. They were each carrying a sleeping child. Harry had Little Harry and Ginny had Teddy.

"I don't know, Gin. We should be able to get access to the Potter vaults. The Goblins will just need a blood sample from Little Harry, Teddy, or me and then we should be fine. We'll get some money out of the family vault and then we'll need to find a place to stay."

"You want to call the bus or shall I?" Ginny asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I'll do it," Harry said reaching into his back pocket for his wand… It wasn't there.

"Gin," he said, panic lacing his voice. "Do you have your wand?"

Ginny felt her own pocket, reaching around Teddy to do so. By the look on her face he knew the answer even before she said it.

"No," she said in a whisper.

Adrenaline roared through his veins as panic churned in his gut. He never went anywhere without his wand, NEVER. Ginny was the same way, even Teddy had his wand on a near-constant basis. For none of them to have a wand on them was about the same odds of someone winning the lotto seven times in a row while playing the same numbers… It just didn't happen.

Now even more eager to get off the street and somewhere safe Harry flicked his first two fingers and sent a jolt of magic out calling the Knight Bus. Moments later the purple bus roared into sight. It pulled up to the curb in front of them and slammed on the brakes. The door snapped open and a woman stepped into view. Harry interrupted before she could start the standard spiel.

"We know, we know, we called the bus after all, didn't we? How much is it to go to Diagon Alley nowadays?" Harry asked. He hated to be rude but every nerve in his body roared to get out of the open now that he knew that they were all wandless. Before when Ginny and the boys were playing on the lawn he had thought they were safe with the security of their wands. Now that he knew better, he felt as if they all were back in their time where they had to be ready for attack at any moment.

Struggling to keep himself looking outwardly calm he waited for the woman to answer his question. Ginny took his hand in hers and it helped a bit, giving him the strength he needed.

The woman, a rough looking lady in her mid forties harrumphed and said, "fourteen sickles and three knuts for the lot of ya." Harry handed her the money and they went toward the back of the bus where there were fewer people. They sat and adjusted the children on their laps so that they were all a bit more comfortable.

Harry and Ginny sat stock still for minutes until Ginny let out a small chuckle.

"Harry," she said between laughs. "Harry, we're in the past. We're safe. We'll be okay until we can get to Ollivanders and get wands."

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and managed a small laugh as well.

The rest of the bus ride went as smoothly as a ride on the Knight bus ever could. Harry even managed to loosen up enough to start a little small talk.

"So, here we are. Me twenty-one, you twenty, parents to a six-year-old and a four-year-old? Haha, you know people will assume you had Little Harry when you were fourteen?" Harry asked with a smile. Ginny laughed along with him.

"As long as you're the father I don't care when people think I had my kids," Ginny said leaning over to give him a quick kiss. They parted sooner than either would've liked, but the fact each was holding a young child did wonders to quiet their libidos.

"We can't keep calling him that, you know? Little Harry, I mean, people will be looking all over for him once they realize he's gone."

"You're right, what should we call him, James? Jamie?" Harry suggested.

"No. It's a nice name and all, but I think they'll expect that. We can keep Harry and James as middle names but I think we should give him a new name." Ginny's words reminded him of what the Watcher had told him about Little Harry not being the same person as Harry and he agreed with her.

"That's fine with me. When I spoke with the Watcher he said Little Harry wouldn't have the same life as I did, and that by having different experience and memories he would become a different person. What better way to start off a new life than with a new name?"

"Any suggestions?" Ginny asked.

"How about Arnold?" Harry offered.

"Yuck, why would we do that to a child? Umm, what about Benjamin?"

"Benjamin Potter? No, kids will call him BP like the petrol stations. What do you think of Isaac?"

"I don't know. It's a nice name, but there's no special meaning behind it. I'm named for my mother and my dad's mom, you're named for your father and grandfather, Teddy is named for his father and grandfathers. I think we should give Little Harry that same gift. If we keep Harry and James as middle names, family is pretty much out unless we want to name him Arthur, which by the way, we don't. We're going to have to think a little outside the box."

"How about Finley?" Harry asked softly. Ginny looked at him with tears in her eyes, images of the young man who saved her life flashing through her mind.

Finley was a seventeen-year-old who had joined the Resistance just months before his death. He had been tall for his age; he stood about six feet, three inches tall. He had sandy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. If he had lived in a more peaceful time he would've been quite the lady's man, but as it was there wasn't much time for dating in the middle of a war.

Finley made an impression on everyone he met. Everyone knew Finley, and more, importantly, everybody loved Finley. He had died a hero, killed in action, on a rescue mission. That was the kind of man Finley was. He didn't think twice about putting himself in danger as long as someone else would be helped by his risk-taking, it was a quality he shared with Harry.

This particular time the person being helped was Ginny. She had been kidnapped by Voldemort, and Finley was part of the volunteer group that went to retrieve her. He had been paired with Harry when the task force was made. Both men were happy about the decision; they both knew the other would stop at nothing to get Ginny back.

Harry and Finley had just entered the dilapidated building where Voldemort had stashed Ginny when they were attacked by a large group of Death Eaters. Harry went into action taking out as many of the enemy as possible and Finley went to revive Ginny. She had been put into a magical coma and it took him a few minutes to figure out the right counter curse to the particular spell that had been used.

He had just awoken her when a Death Eater came up behind him. Both Finley and Ginny heard the words of the Killing Curse leave his lips but Finley never wavered. He jumped in front of the curse to stop it from killing Ginny. She sat stunned for a millisecond before unleashing a wave of wandless magic, throwing the Death Eater backwards into a wall, killing him instantly.

Between Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the team they were able to take care of the rest of the Death Eaters in very little time. They gathered Finley's body and took him to Hogwarts to be buried next to the others who had fallen in the War against Voldemort. Ginny had never forgotten the man who had saved her life, and she felt that finally she had found a way to honor him.

"It's perfect, Harry. Did you know it means fair warrior? That's exactly what we'll raise him to be, a fair warrior."