I do not own Harry Potter and please read the note from chapter 1/ Ignorance is so NOT bliss.
Chapter 64
Truth
Returning from yet another battle, others in the small order that was not under Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix, found themselves steadily growing in strength and power. Already several wolves once loyal to Greyback found themselves in awe of the sheer strength and power that Remus and Alexandre exuded. For it was not dark like their former pack leaders.
But warm...
Instinctively they knew that these men would treat them better then Fenrir or Voldemort did. They even cried when the Phoenix that was and wasn't sang a song of peace and contentment. Something many of the wolves had wanted. And found hard to keep.
So their surprise when it was revealed to be the young man, whom was Voldemort's nemesis. They found themselves on the side of the light with honest to goodness warmth as the sheer adoration he held for their pack leaders extended to themselves as well. Indeed and when like Lupin several of them had been wizards but never taught.
It was Harry's idea that Fleur as well as Remus teach them some simple ordinary spells. Ones such as Protego and Expillarmus to help them in battles against the Dark wizards who still think they are higher then the rest of them. And it has helped. Many of them now had at least a rudimentary ability to throw off the simplest of spells. And with Fleur's help they hoped to throw off more.
More allies were coming to see Harry among them were a race of beings that although fair and ethereal. Had come for one purpose alone...
Ginny was due within a month now to give birth to Harry and Gabrielle's son James. With the Veela's death at the hands of the Death Eaters, it had inflamed the nation as well as made them curious. The fact that the child was a boy was rare for the Veela as the last one that had been born was near 35 years ago.
They felt that as a whole that he would best serve as not only their representative to the light, but as someone whom as the only male veela in existence. Could give the soon to be very human and father a heads up on what to escape. And to tell him the news that until James let him know it was all right...
Harry could not put Ginny Weasely in Azkaban as much as he desired to out of vengeance. Deep in his heart he knew it was wrong. But he could not help how he felt. His wife...his beautiful Gabrielle was gone. He would never hear her kind understanding, or hear her shouting words in French at him when she was irritated. Or hear her soft voice calm him down when in a fit of temper.
To be honest that is why he finds himself drifting towards Ginny since he found out she was pregnant now with his and Gabrielle's baby. Within her lies the only link left he has to the gentle and elegant Veela girl whom had wormed her way into his heart with simple patience.
He just wished it wasn't the red headed girl who lived. She may have been his first love. But that was all she was. His first...Gabrielle had been his last.
But by the sounds of what the man had told him, and what Fleur had been willing to share. Ginny would be part of his life whether or not he liked it. James had referred to her as his mommy. And remembering his own need for Lily's presence often, when he was a child...he would not deprive his own son of her presence.
To this he now finds himself standing in front of the door. Ron beside him, he had discussed things over with his friend concerning what he plans to do with Ginny. Relieved in the fact that Harry will keep where she was found a secret, he was still not pleased that she would be staying with Harry without a benefit of marriage of some kind.
He could understand though that loyalty to his dead wife. Fleur in one of his rages long ago, against Harry's cool treatment of his baby sister. Had shown him pictures of the two together in France...
And what he had seen had made Ron see things from Harry's side. The loving adoration for the blonde woman in Harry's arms was clear as it was returned. Something he himself has seen in pictures of when he and Hermione were still together. He had truly loved Gabrielle Delacourt.
It was one of the reasons; he had been making an effort to make Hermione understand things. And now...ever since that meeting she had been patient, and slowly but surely she was coming back into the fold.
She still tried to act bossy, when she had accompanied him to the Hollow, but there was a sincere effort on her part to keep it light. And to not allow her voice to have that know it all quality again...
Twice in her efforts to become friends again with Harry she had found herself rebuked soundly to the point that it had hurt her deeply. But unlike before where she would have run off or even have tried to make him see it her way. She stayed put and endured patiently.
And she had been rewarded.
He had almost taken it back though when she harped on him about his cold treatment of Ron's sister. It was to the point that he had almost hexed her right then and there, but yet as always her words sank through and he could see her point. So here he was, going to allow the one woman who could make or break his life. Some minute measure of Freedom.
All ready he had agreed to allow her to move into a suite of rooms for which, the wolves had helped her move into, as a lot she could no longer do because of her state. Pushing the door open, he enters the room to find her lying down upon the bed. Her things all around her, cradling the belly protectively...
"Why?"
"Harry?"
"Why did you do it Ginny?" He replied. "Why did you become one of them?"
Seeing his eyes, like chipped jade. Ginny longed for a time when once they looked at her with love. But yet now...now as she studies his features, she knows she can never have that look again. Her thoughts over time with him had made her see Harry as he was once more.
This time, she could see the hard changes that they themselves with their betrayal forced him to endure. Something positive could be seen in his eyes in reference to Remus, Ron, Tonks, or any of the others within. You could even see pure love in his features when the Wolf mother Isabelle came through as she had chosen to stay.
But for her there was nothing, unless Harry gazed at her stomach. Then she could feel the magic growing between his son and him as the baby would often kick happily at the sense of his father being near.
"To be honest Harry...Vengeance." She responded softly. Struggling to sit up in a comfortable position, Harry remains where he is as Ron rushes to help her. A soft and gentle smile at the sight of her brother whom despite all that she has done still loves her.
"What the hell why Vengeance?"
Looking at her brother, Ron realizes the reasons why. Nodding his head in understanding, this time the elder of the Weaselys in the room speaks up. "You did not see her, when news that we were all wrong hit the Order Harry. She was a wreck..." He said quietly. "There were times where Mum had to make her eat the following year..."
Listening, Harry just looks over at her with something akin to pity, but the anger and the indifference is still there.
"So you joined to get close and to get back at him for me?"
"Yes...and it was working. I was close to the inner circle and on top of that..."
"What...?"
"I was the one doing most of the spying alongside Professor Snape and Draco." She worded softly. "I used the fact that one of the Death Eaters...the one who essentially replace Bella LeStrange...well after the one you did to her. I used his infatuation with me, to gain some of the latter information to give to the order."
"I see. That still doesn't really explain why. How many people did you kill? How many lives were ruined because of you?"
"Not very many..."
Surprised by her honest answer, as he expected numbers as with Snape would answer. He and Ron both listen at that which Draco and Snape had done in his absence with her aide. Risking their lives to not only act as spies, but to save as many innocent people as they could...
In fact, Ginny gave them the names of several muggleborn and their families, which she herself had gotten out before an attack. Tonks who was listening outside the door immediately set out about checking to see if it was true. Still as Sirius now entered the room alongside others that she knew as a child and teenager, Ginny found herself wanting to get quiet.
The disappointment and shame in their faces was too much for her to handle. She may have gotten stronger to put up with Dean and Voldemort's constant put downs or blatant out right harassment.
But it was different from people you knew. People whom you still love although they may not love you back.
"Could you please go?"
Startled by her quiet voice, Harry remains where he is. Her brown eyes turning away from him and the others, he growls out in anger. "You expect to be redeemed? To be forgiven for trying to save a few people!"
"NO! I expect you to understand!" She shot back. The hormones being in overdrive, she glares angrily at him. James letting his presence be known now lets out with a tremendous kick on her belly. Causing Ginny to buckle a bit in pain...
Hermione being the only woman there at the time along with a shifter by the name of Janey rushes forward. Helping her out, Hermione and the werewolf both sends glares to Harry at having caused this reaction. Fleur had been smart, had explained months before to the older werewolf about the metabolism that will be out of whack should Ginny's emotions become to heavy for the baby to handle.
Being a mother herself, between Fleur and Madame Pomphrey's instructions in between check ups Janey had insured that the baby as well as the mother would be fine. Now with this happening, the lady was on the verge of shifting to snap some sense into her charges.
For when Isabelle was not there to scold, Janey by consensus would take her place. She was in a sense the Aunt of the Pride.
"Go...you will get nothing else today."
That voice in the shifter's was one of finality. Reluctant, they had left, Harry with a gaze of pure anger in his features. Stalks out last...
About 20 minutes later, the sound of a battle on the training grounds emerges. Hermione listening shakes her head in pain as does Janey, whom is checking on Ginny in silence. The two women saying nothing in response as they work to not only calm the red head, but also the living being inside her.