Three months later found Harry stripped to the waist and sat in the Burrow's garden. They spent a few nights a week here so that Ginny could see her family but they had quickly moved into the cottage Sirius had let them use making it their own. But there was a peacefulness at the Burrow now that Harry quite enjoyed and he knew that Ginny wasn't completely ready to move out from her family home yet so he came with her when she needed.
But that still didn't mean he neglected his own routines. Now he was sat in the garden his legs folded beneath him his hands resting lightly against his legs as a cool wind pulled at the strands of his hair. He could feel Ginny moving in the house helping her mother as she made dinner for the guests that would be arriving soon. Once a week the whole family got together for dinner at Molly's house and Harry knew that Ginny looked forward to it every time. So Harry came and finding peace for a moment slipped into the garden.
He had been fighting with his new power level since they had returned and he found that meditation at least once a day was the only guaranteed way of keeping it under control. That and channelling the magic into something every now and then, but he wouldn't do this now around so many people who could see. Ginny had him working on an extension for the cottage at the moment and he wasn't allowed to touch anything with his hands, everything had to be done with magic, he had been puzzled how to do some things at first but he was quickly realising he could manipulate his magic into doing whatever he wanted. He knew once he finished that she would have something else for him to do and when that was over there would be something else. She knew the battle he waged every day and her cool presence was there to help.
Taking a breath he let his power seep out, not a lot but enough so that it ran across his skin. This was a sight that the Weasley's had grown used to, the almost inhuman sight of Harry glowing softly in the garden as he worked on his exercises, but this didn't stop him from drawing attention every now and then.
Unable to help herself Ginny put the plates down on the table and turned to the little window above the sink so that she could see him. It still marvelled her that this man, this powerful wizard shifter was hers and hers alone. She itched to go out there and join him but she stayed with her mother knowing that he needed this time to himself. She could already feel that his mind was calmer than before, that the turmoil of power inside him was calming. Neither of them had told anyone about his power boost, still unsure how it would be received by the nation.
The Ministry had quickly jumped into action raising one of their most senior lasting members to Minister. Kingsley thankfully was one hundred percent behind Harry knowing exactly what he had been through to save them all. But that didn't stop questions from being asked, so many people in the wizarding world didn't know about shifters, or if they had they liked to ignore their existence. So for the whole wizarding world to be saved by a shifter everyone had thought dead, it sent a lot of the older and pureblood families into a tizzy. Ginny didn't care as long as they kept away from him, and so far the Ministry had left him alone. She knew it was a matter of time before they came wanting answers, but for the moment they had enough on their hands rebuilding the tattered shatters of their world.
So for the moment they existed on an island of peace, and she was going to take full advantage of it since she knew there was something else looming on the horizon that they were going to have to go up against. Harry had taken her back to the refugee a few times so that she could see everyone she had grown close to and start to learn about the world she hadn't known about. She'd discovered that the refugee was actually a collection of buildings that made up a little village area that a lot of the shifters stayed in when the outside world got too much. All of them were from varying levels of wizard background and some had been raised completely within the refugee since their families had abandoned them. She had quite enjoyed meeting the different types of shifters, and she quickly learned that big cats and wolves or dog creatures were the most prominent in the shifters, though there were those that changed into things like hawks which she found fascinating.
There last visit to the refugee though had been rather tense. Apparently Eve had been there a few days before throwing her weight around and it had left the shifters unsettled and unhappy. Ginny heard the whispers, knew that the shifters wanted Harry to set them free from Eve's tyranny; after all he had saved wizards why couldn't he save them. She also knew that Harry heard it all, knew that his mind was occupied with the thought of it. She didn't know all that he had been through with Eve and her fanatical followers before they met, but she knew that Eve wanted Harry for his power, wanted him to keep her place amongst the shifters. Once again this was a problem that could wait, they were just grumbles at the moment but she knew eventually it could reach a tipping point.
"Will you stop drooling over there Ginny and give me a hand," Molly said laughing slightly at the pink tinge to her daughter's cheeks.
None of them were surprised anymore by Ginny when she was hypnotised by Harry, they also weren't surprised when both of them would simply forget the rest of the world and get lost in each other. So Molly was used to rousing her daughter and getting her moving again, and she had to admit she did see the appeal. Even without the power, or his shifter capabilities Harry was a sight to behold. Apparently Ginny wouldn't let him cut his hair so now it fell in black waves down to just below his shoulder, and every now and then the shorter lengths at the front would fall into his eyes. Molly had to laugh every time she watched Ginny shiver whenever he looked at her daughter from under that hair, ah the joys of being young.
Giving up all together Ginny simply carried the plates where her mother wanted and then quickly escaped into the garden. Harry didn't move as she approached which was normal, she knew he could feel exactly where she was as she could feel him so she wasn't surprised when he smiled but didn't open her eyes. Feeling a little naughtier than usual she glanced around and then with a wash of power shifted. Her cat was more than happy to spring forwards and she slipped into the familiar body happily. Padding forwards she made her way slowly across the garden to him, and once she reached him she simply circled him pushing her body against his. On her third circuit she felt more than herd his growl and then his hand was darting out to press into her fur and she leaned into it happily feeling the heat of his hand even through her layers of fur.
When she moved to circle him she sat at his knees, her tail twitching around her as she slunk onto the floor, her head resting against his knee. A moment later Harry's eyes popped open locking on her and she simply returned his gaze. He growled again then and she could feel the laughter in her mind which she quickly returned.
"You're going to be the death of me woman," he growled out as she felt the spike of desire run through his body.
Rising to her feet again she moved up against him once more and he lifted his arm so that she could nuzzle against the side of his chest. She knew for a fact that he was enjoying the feel of her fur against his bare skin, just the same as she enjoyed the feeling as well. Reaching out she grabbed her, pulling her heavy cat form into his lap so that he could bury his face into her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.
"Think we've got time before your family gets here," he whispered against her neck and in reply she shifted her power washing over his skin as she did and he found himself holding her in her half form.
Turning in his lap she moved until she could capture his lips in a crushing kiss and when she looked up again she found his beautiful black fur absorbing the light of the garden.
"Do you two ever get a room," someone moaned then and Ginny simply turned to find George striding across the garden.
"Why should we, we are cats after all," she replied feeling wicked and she couldn't help laughing as his steps faltered.
"You have me there my dear sister," he said and then quickly retreated into the house.
Turning she buried her head against his neck and breathed deeply sending shivers of pleasure along Harry's skin, "where there's one there's always more," she whispered and he nodded pulling her tightly against him.
As he pulled her against his body she felt the air shift around her and knew he was taking her home, and she wondered if they would be back in time for dinner, and really she didn't know if she cared.
A/N well there you have it my peeps all finished. What'd y'all think? I have very much enjoyed writing this and I think that I will definitly be keeping these guys on a back burner, I have a whole idea I want to do but for the moment I need to sodding finish other projects lol Newho thank you all for reading and I hope everyone enjoyed and lets me know what you thought (wouldn't it be wonderful if every follower left me a little note I'm not greedy just a 'I loved it' would do lol) neway hope to see you lovely people around my next works xx
