Harry and Ginny: A Love Story
Chapter 16: Second Battle of the Chamber
Harry awoke to the soft click of the door to Ginny's room opening. Cracking his eyes open, he saw it was Mr. Weasley. He came over to the bed, slowly and quietly.
Seeing Harry was awake, he smiled at him, "Time to go back to your own room Harry. Molly will be coming up to wake you for breakfast soon and I'd rather not have a major confrontation this morning."
Harry considered his words carefully and then nodded his head in acknowledgement. He watched him turn and leave as quietly as he had come in. He gently shook Ginny's shoulder and was gratified to see her eyes flutter open.
"What's up?" she asked, sleepily.
"Your Dad was just here to warn me that your Mum was going to be up here soon to wake us for breakfast," Harry replied softly. "I know you want to emphasize that we are sleeping together but Dad asked that we not have a major confrontation this morning."
Ginny sighed, while she did want to make it known that she and Harry were going to be together, no matter what, but she also knew that her Dad was backing them, even if it was in the background for the time being.
"OK, Harry," she answered, "but this doesn't end it. I'm not going to sneak around forever. It's to important to us."
Harry gave her a hug, "I know, Ginny, but for right now let's let Dad have a break and maybe he can help wear your Mum down."
Ginny returned his hug, breathing deeply to calm herself. As much as she wanted to prove her point, she respected her father for his acceptance of her and Harry sleeping together.
Ginny gave Harry a little push, "If you're going, go or I'll regret not keeping you here for Mum to find, you're very warm and snuggley to sleep with and that's hard to give up."
Harry grinned as he got out of bed, "You're pretty warm and snuggley to sleep with too."
With one last loving look, Harry turned and left Ginny's room and though she was a bit upset that they were sneaking around, Ginny knew that it might just help her father in getting things settled where her mother would accept her and Harry sleeping together.
Harry had only been in his room for a couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door, "Come in," he said as he continued to gather his clothes to get changed.
Molly opened the door just far enough to stick her head in, "Breakfast in five minutes," she said with a small smile.
After she left, closing the door behind her, Harry glanced at his bed and saw that it was obvious that no one had slept in it that night. He prayed that Molly hadn't noticed, or if she did, she wouldn't cause another scene in the kitchen.
Across the hall, the scene was repeated, Molly knocking softly and informing Ginny that breakfast was ready. She then descended the stairs to the kitchen.
"Ginny, your Mum was just here," he sent.
"Yeah, she was just here too," Ginny replied.
"The thing is she headed down stairs, do you think she went and woke your brothers?"
Ginny was silent for a moment, but then they heard the Twins coming down the stairs. "I think she did."
Harry sighed in relief, "What if she had stopped in to wake us first?"
Ginny giggled, "Then she would have found us together, silly," she sent, her mind full of her mirth.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle too. Ginny's indomitable spirit filling him with wonder and pride. Harry knew in his heart that she would face off a rampaging Dragon if she thought it was necessary.
Soon they were both dressed and they met in the hall so that they could go down to breakfast together. Smiling at one another, they joined hands and descended the stairs to the kitchen, ready to face the day and whatever it might bring.
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Arthur sat and watched Molly as she prepared breakfast. It had been a very strained night with Molly turning her back to him and laying facing away. It was only the third time in their marriage that they had slept in such a manner, and he shuddered to think about the first two.
He looked around when the Twins came stumbling down into the kitchen, looking quite dishevelled, their hair a mess and their faces still puffy and creased from sleeping.
George yawned mightily as he poured some juice, while Fred just laid his head on the table, trying to get a couple extra minutes of sleep. They had been up late into the night plotting and planning on what to do to help cheer up Ginny and Harry.
It was just a couple of minutes later that Harry and Ginny joined them in the kitchen, and though they were cordial with everyone else, they were still quite cold towards Molly, only speaking when spoken to or when it was necessary.
It pained Arthur's heart to see them so estranged from Molly but he himself had been seriously disappointed in her and the way she handled the situation. He loved Molly with all his heart, but sometimes she did things that he found incomprehensible.
Molly tried to act normally but the icy treatment she was receiving from Ginny and Harry really hurt, and though she knew why they were acting like they were she had just hoped that they would accept her take on things and everything would be just fine.
Though that was her wish, deep inside she knew that her intractable stance was causing a lot of friction in the house. She had even detected a slight disappointment from the Twins, and that hurt her too.
As the morning progressed, she became aware that the house seemed to be divided in two camps, the pro Ginny and Harry camp and her and Percy. Though Arthur was trying to remain neutral, she knew where his heart lay, that and Ron seemed totally clueless that anything was going on. She was glad that Arthur had gone to work, so she didn't have to see his disappointment in her whenever she looked at him.
Percy was all excited because he was sure that today was the day he would be given the Ministry internship that he so desperately wanted. He had left shortly after breakfast in his best robes to go to the Ministry and find out.
Molly sighed and went into the parlour, she sat in her rocking chair and stared into the fireplace, thinking about how things were turning out. The fireplace was as cold and dark as she felt, but she still couldn't force herself to change her position.
It was much later that Ron came into the parlour, "Hey, Mum. Aren't you going to make lunch?" he asked with a frown.
Molly looked up in surprise, she hadn't realized that so much time had past. To her it seemed like it was only a few minutes ago that she had come in to sit down. With a sad smile she rose and headed for the kitchen.
Ron watched her and was bewildered, he couldn't ever remember seeing his mother so sad. As she came up to him in the doorway he said lowly, "Mum, is everything OK?"
Molly smiled wanly at him, and with a sigh she said "Everything is fine Ron."
Ron looked more confused than ever, even he could see that something was wrong. He knew he wasn't always the quickest to pick up on things but if someone is hitting you over the head with a Beaters bat, you had to take notice eventually.
Molly didn't feel like cooking so she made sandwiches instead. That along with crisps and juice would suffice for lunch. It was after she had put everything on the table and the boys were sitting down when she noticed Ginny and Harry weren't present.
She looked around, a worried look on her face, "Where are Ginny and Harry?" she asked, trying to remain calm.
Fred and George exchanged looks, then Fred said to his Mum, "I'm pretty sure they're up in Ginny's room."
"Yeah, Mum," added George, "They have been up there ever since breakfast."
"Would one of you please go up and tell them lunch is ready?" she said, her voice tinged with the melancholy that seemed to be descending on her.
Fred and George exchanged worried looks again before Fred got up and went up stairs. He was back in a mater of moments, alone.
"Mum," he said softly, "Ginny said that they weren't hungry right now and if they needed anything later they would come down and get it themselves."
Molly got a pained expression on her face as she nodded slowly. She got up and without a word, she went up to her room, closing the door after herself, leaving the stunned boys at the table looking quite worried.
"What's going on?" Ron demanded.
Fred and George exchanged knowing looks and with a slight nod, Fred said, "Why Ron, whatever makes you think anything is wrong?"
"Yeah, Ron," added George, smiling too. "Everything seems to be normal as far as we can see."
Ron looked from one to the other, "You're telling me that you don't see anything out of the ordinary happening?" he asked totally bewildered.
"Nope," said George.
"Not a thing," added Fred.
Ron was really bewildered now. The Twins were always up on everything that was
going on. They were like news central, if you needed to know what was happening with anyone in the house, they were the ones to go to.
The Twins went back to eating their breakfasts, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Ron just kept looking from one to the other, not knowing what to do.
Once they were done, Fred and George looked at a completely bewildered and confused Ron, who was so upset he hadn't even finished his first sandwich.
Fred and George looked at him and figured that they strung Ron along enough.
"Ron," George said with a grin.
"What George?" Ron asked.
"We want you to know that you're right, there is something going on," said Fred.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "So are you going to tell me?" he asked.
Glancing at one another the Twins shrugged their shoulders, "It's like this Ron," Fred said. "Ginny and Harry are having some kind of disagreement with Mum."
"Yeah, and it's something really major," George said lowly. "They're really at loggerheads."
"The thing is I don't think Dad is completely on Mum's side and, well you know what that means," said Fred, putting his arm around Ron's shoulders.
"No, what does it mean?" Ron asked, still confused.
The Twins gave him condescending looks.
"Look Ron, it's like Quidditch," said George.
"Yeah," Fred continued with a smile. "Their like a team, raising us kids, see?"
When Ron still looked confused, George shook his head and said, "Think about it Ron, If all the players on the same Quidditch team didn't work together, what would happen?"
Ron's eyes lit up with understanding, "They'd lose. Without teamwork there'd be chaos."
"Right, little bro," Fred said in satisfaction.
"Mum and Dad, aren't working together dealing with Ginny and Harry," George said lowly, like it was a secret.
"And if they're not working together, it means trouble for the rest of us, plus Mum is unhappy and I'm sure Dad isn't happy either," Fred said.
"So our advice little bro is keep a low profile for a while," George advised.
"It wouldn't be a good idea to do anything that might trigger a blow up, Mum especially," Fred said sagely.
"Wow!" Ron said, in breathless wonder. "Thanks for the warning."
"Don't mention it," Fred said as he got up.
"Yeah, and if you must, leave our names out of it," George said, as he joined Fred.
Ron watched them head up the stairs, thinking hard about all he had just heard. What could be so bad that Mum was that upset with Ginny and Harry. He sat thinking for several moments but couldn't come up with anything, so with a shrug of his shoulders he went back to eating his sandwich.
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Arthur sat in his office but he couldn't get any work done. His mind was elsewhere, back in the Burrow where things seemed to be falling totally apart. He was really confused by Molly's actions.
He really couldn't understand her this time, yes the were all concerned about Ginny and Harry sleeping together but more seemed to be involved than was on the surface.
He was contemplating what to do when he was interrupted by Kingsley Shacklebolt coming into his office.
"Hey Arthur, just wanted to stop by and congratulate you on your son getting that summer internship in the Minister's office. Quite a feather in his cap if he wants to work here after graduating," the large Auror said, his deep baritone making the office ring with his melodic voice.
He noticed Arthur's frown, "What's up Arthur? I thought you'd be proud of Percy."
Arthur looked at his friend, "The problem is King, that he wants that job more than anything, even his family."
"I'm sorry to hear that Arthur, I know what that's like. My uncle was the same way and it about destroyed the family. He never did come to his senses and died without ever reconciling with any of us, a real shame," Kingsley said.
"I just feel so helpless, I mean I know there's nothing I can do to change his mind, but I wish things could be different," Arthur replied gloomily. "I just wish that was my only problem," he added softly, more to himself.
"Why, what else is going on?" Kingsley asked, concerned for his friend.
Arthur realized he had to answer carefully, now that he had broached the subject he knew he couldn't just brush it off or Kingsley might get suspicious. With a sigh he said, "Molly and I are having a disagreement on how to handle a situation with some of the children. The thing was I thought we had come to an agreement the other night but when I got home yesterday I found she had done just the opposite."
Kingsley looked at his friend sympathetically, "Man that's a rough spot to be in. Do the kids involved know what has happened?"
Arthur nodded ruefully, "Yeah, and that doesn't make it any easier. I mean how can I support Molly in something I don't believe in and that we had an agreement on. We've always tried to present a united front to the children, that way they can't try to play one of us off on the other."
Kingsley chuckled, "Yeah, I remember trying that once on my parents, it's still painful to remember."
Arthur chuckled along with his friend, "Yeah, I think all of us had to learn that lesson somewhere along the line."
"Don't I know it," Kingsley said in agreement.
"I just hope Percy doesn't have to suffer too much and that he learns his lesson before it's too late.
Kingsley nodded in commiseration with Arthur, "That's all any parent can wish for. Well I wish you and Molly luck in solving your problems and I hope Percy comes to understand that family is more important than just about anything else."
Kingsley got up to leave and then stopped at the door, looking thoughtful. "Arthur, aren't your kids friends of Harry Potter's?"
Arthur almost choked, "Yeah, why?" he asked as casually as he could.
"Nothing really, just some rumours floating around. If they're right he's gone missing. There isn't anything official and knowing Albus, I doubt there will be. I just thought if your kids are in contact with him over the summer, tell him to be careful."
Arthur eyed Kingsley suspiciously, "Why's that King?"
"A few other rumours are around too, about how he was being mistreated at his relatives," Kingsley said lowly. "That's not official either."
Arthur nodded, "Thanks King, I'll be sure to tell the kids if they hear from him what you said.
Kingsley smiled at him and with a wave, he left Arthur alone again, contemplating what he had just heard, that plus what was he going to do about Molly and the kids.
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Harry and Ginny lay on her bed, Ginny was tucked up against his side and they were just content to be together after being separated all day yesterday. Sure they had slept together last night but it wasn't the same as being together during the day.
"Harry?" Ginny asked.
"What Ginny?" Harry sent back.
"I'm glad that you support me in the disagreement with Mum."
"How could I not? You're my Bond-mate, my other half. Without you I feel incomplete and empty inside," Harry replied.
Harry felt Ginny's smile, more than saw it. "Yeah, I feel the same, but it's hard sometimes, you know."
"Yeah, I know Ginny. Everything is so new and we don't have any idea what to expect, I'm surprised that it hasn't been harder than it has been," Harry said, softly stroking Ginny's hair.
Ginny sighed deeply, all while growing up she had hated anyone touching or messing with her hair, but with Harry it was totally different. When he had his hands in her hair and was stroking it like he was at the moment, she felt the love pouring into her from his touch.
She supposed it was that when she was younger, the only time anyone would touch her hair, it was one of her brothers, either pulling it, putting something into or just to annoy the hell out of her.
With Harry, it was close to a religious experience, his touch was soft and gentle, he didn't pull or cause any pain, quite the contrary, it felt so bloody good, that she would have loved for him to do it for hours.
She tensed a little when she heard her mothers footsteps on the stairs, but she relaxed when she heard her go into her parents bedroom.
"How long do you think we'll have to sneak around," Harry asked.
"I'm not sure, but I hope it isn't too long. We belong together and more importantly we need to be together too. Why can't Mum see that?" Ginny complained.
"I don't know Ginny. I've never known what it's like to have loving parents. I grew up in a house where people hated me. They wanted me gone as long as I can remember," Harry said sadly. "I know your Mum loves us, but she is blinded by the idea that we are just children. I wish it were true," he continued.
"I know, Harry. She doesn't understand the changes that happen when you are touched by an evil as deep and strong as Tom. She can't even guess at it. I'm so glad the sleeping with you stops the nightmares, it's horrible seeing what he did to so many people, especially the young girls," Ginny sent, tears forming in her eyes as she started to cry at the memories she was recalling.
Harry hugged her tighter to him, "Shh, shh, Ginny. I'm here and Tom isn't."
"I know Harry, but I can see the images of the vile despicable things he did to those girls, both muggle and magical. I see as he rips their clothes off and preformed acts so horrible I don't think I'll ever get them out of my mind," Ginny sobbed into Harry's chest.
Harry felt his heart breaking for his Bond-mate, he wished fervently that somehow he could help her, ease her burden, heal her soul. All he could do right at the moment was hold her and tell her how much she meant to him, how much he loved her.
Ginny had finally cried herself out, and just lay with her head on Harry's chest, her eyes open but unseeing, she was lost in her memories and Harry despaired at how lost and hurt she felt. Her emotions were pouring off her in a torrent and Harry concentrated on trying to pull all the blackness out of her that he could.
As he did, he felt something stir in him, something that he didn't like and something he hoped would never break free. He felt an evil as deep and black as Tom had the times he had confronted him.
Ginny stirred a little, feeling what Harry was doing and though she wished she could stop him, she was happy that the evil was being removed from her. She just hoped that it wouldn't hurt Harry.
Ginny felt cleaner than she had since being in the Chamber, she knew Harry hadn't removed every bit of the evil, but now it was tolerable and she didn't feel dirty and unworthy anymore.
She felt Harry breathing hard under her, like he had been running as hard as he could for as long as he could.
"Harry!" she cried out. "Are you OK? Speak to me!"
Harry felt he was deep in a morass, around him swarmed images or the most vile sort and he realized it was Ginny's fears and nightmares. Not only was she reliving what Tom had done, she envisioned herself undergoing the same horrible treatment.
He felt a terror and a rage building inside, terror for what was happening to Ginny, even if it was only in her mind and a rage too, against the one who was responsible.
Harry felt the magic within him building as his rage intensified, it was a swirling mass of white against the blackness that he was pulling out of Ginny. He felt he was in a huge battle as the blackness morphed into a giant snake, so similar to the Basilisk that he had fought to free Ginny.
Ginny didn't know what was happening, Harry was struggling beneath her. His breath coming in such short rasping gasps she worried that he would pass out.
Ginny tried her hardest to keep Harry from thrashing about on the bed but she found the harder she tried, the worse Harry became. From their connection all she got was the most chaotic maelstrom of images and thoughts that she couldn't understand any of it.
She could feel Harry's heart beating wildly against his chest as she laid on him. Ginny was getting very scared. Harry wasn't responding to her and he seemed to be in a struggle for his life. Making a quick decision she sprang up and ran down the flight of stairs to her parents room, where she began to pound frantically on the door.
"MUM! MUM! Come quick!" she screamed.
Molly opened the door in a panic, Ginny was near hysterical.
"You need to come quick Mum, something is happening to Harry!"
Molly wasted no time and sprinted up the stairs to Ginny's room. Before her she saw Harry thrashing about wildly, eyes tightly shut, and she could feel the magic pouring off him so strong, she feared for the safety of everyone in the Burrow.
In the chaos, the Twins and Ron appeared, wondering what the problem was and shocked to see the state Ginny was in.
Molly quickly assessed the situation, "George, Fred, take care of Ginny, get out of the Burrow, as far as you can!" she said firmly.
Ginny fought frantically to get back to Harry but the Twins over powered her and carried her down the stairs, Ron right behind them.
Molly quickly went over to Harry's side and pulled her wand, she knew she didn't have much time, but she wasn't going to abandon Harry when he needed her the most.
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Harry was locked in a titanic struggle with the beast that had formed out of the blackness he had pulled from Ginny. It seemed ten time as large and ten times as strong as the Basilisk in the Chamber.
Though he was fighting as hard as he could, Harry knew there was no Fawkes to save him. He fought with all his might but he knew that without some sort of weapon, he'd never be able to beat the monster.
Harry felt the serpents tail swing around, catching him in the midsection, tossing him across the "Room" he fell hard, knowing if he didn't get up he would be lost.
Struggling to his feet, his mind called out in desperation, calling for someone, or something to give him a weapon so he at least had a chance. As the serpent moved in for the kill, the white light that was his and Ginny's combined Love came down like a lightning bolt and solidified in his hand as a huge sword. A sword of Love.
Just as the serpent lunged at him, Harry brought the blade of light in line with the plunging Blackness. Just as in the Chamber it pierced through the head of the monster causing it to burst apart, into a million little fragments that slowly evaporated away.
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Molly began to cast protective spells around Harry, hoping against hope that they'd be able to contain the magic that was threatening to explode off Harry.
Harry's struggle was getting wilder and wilder, and she feared he would hurt himself. The only thing she could think to do was petrify him to keep him still. Just as she was gathering her magic and forming the spell in her mind, Harry suddenly stopped struggling.
Molly felt the magic around Harry lessen, but not quit completely. Cautiously she approached Harry's side and she bent over him, trying to determine his state.
She began to cast the few diagnostic spells she knew in an attempt to find out his condition, hoping that he wasn't hurt to badly or worse, dead.
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Ginny was frantic, still struggling to break free of the Twins, tears were running down her face and she kept shouting Harry's name. She then turned to the Twins and pleaded with them to let her go, Harry needed her.
As much as the Twins wanted to, they knew they couldn't let Ginny loose. From the safety of the small knoll away from the Burrow, they could see the building starting to shake.
Ron was pale as a sheet and looked at Ginny incomprehensibly, she was like a wild beast struggling to get free. He looked beseechingly at the Twins who looked almost as worried as he was. Just when it seemed Ginny might break free, she dropped to her knees, sobbing.
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Harry stood in the Chamber, it was very similar to the Chamber of Secrets but with subtle differences. For one thing there was no huge head of Salazar Slytherin dominating the place. In the spot where it had stood in Hogwarts was a wooden door.
Though quite massive it was dwarfed but the space it was in. Harry could hear something behind the door and he could feel it's evilness. He found this curious as he knew that whatever was back there it hadn't come in with the things from Ginny.
Steeling himself once more, he slowly approached the door, sword at the ready. As he neared, the door rattled ominously, as if something was trying to get out. Harry took several deep breaths and then grabbed the huge handle to open the door.
He reached out though the Bond and he felt Ginny's reassuring presence, though he could tell she had been frantic before, he could feel her calmness and love now.
Soaking in her love, he pushed down on the lever that would open the door. As soon as it clicked, it began to swing inward. Harry grabbed the sword with two hands, preparing to face whatever was inside.
There was a short hallway that led into a small chamber. Inside he could feel the evil thing that resided there. Harry looked in shock as the vestige of a man turned and looked at him with pure hate in it's glowing eyes.
As it moved it was like a puff of smoke, un-forming the man as it moved only to reform where it stopped. It moved closer to Harry, and he felt the malevolence it held for him. Wasting no time, Harry swung the Sword formed out of his and Ginny's love, as hard as he could.
It ripped into the smoke-like creature which screamed as it dissolved into nothingness, the echo of it's scream dying away.
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Fred and George were near panic as Ginny slumped in their grasp, her sobbing subsiding, though she continued to breath raggedly.
All three brothers looked at the house a short distance away, wondering what was happening and concerned that Ginny needed Molly's attention.
Then Ginny smiled and breathed easier. "Harry" she whispered, a smile forming on her face. She looked up at the Twins, "It's OK now, we can go back in," she said serenely.
Fred and George glanced at the Burrow and everything looked normal, the house had stopped shaking and looked just the same as always.
They hesitated, knowing if things weren't OK, their Mum would have their hides for letting Ginny back in the house.
"Please," she said softly. "Harry needs me now."
She said it with such sincerity and emotion that the Twins found it impossible to refuse her. They helped her to her feet and let go of her hands.
Ginny smiled at them, "Thank you," she said politely.
The Twins just nodded and followed behind as Ginny walked quickly, but not frantically back towards the Burrow. As they entered the house, they saw the kitchen was in shambles, dishes had fallen out of the cupboards and smashed on the floor.
Ginny carefully picked her way over to the stairs and disappeared from sight.
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Molly relaxed when she saw Harry quit struggling, and after a few moments she felt the rest of the excess magic stop radiating off Harry. Whatever had happened, it seemed to have ended. The only thing that concerned her now was that Harry hadn't awoken.
She went over and shifted him so she could sit down with his head in her lap. She gently ran her hand through his hair as she stared at his face. He looked calm and peaceful as he lay there.
Molly felt tears coming to her eyes, "Why," she asked herself, "Why do things keep happening to this poor sweet boy."
She just held him like she would have with any of her other children, trying to comfort the unconscious boy in her lap.
That was how Ginny found them when she entered the room, tears silently running down Molly's face as she held Harry.
Ginny made her way over to them, "Mum, thank you for taking care of Harry," she said softly.
"I didn't do that much, really," she said with a sob.
"But you did enough," Ginny replied.
Molly saw the love on Ginny's face as she stared at Harry who was still motionless in her lap. Something changed in her heart at that moment, she knew it was futile to try and keep them apart, something about them just shouted that they needed to be together.
Gently Molly lifted Harry's head and moved out from underneath him, as she gently laid him back down, she motioned for Ginny to join him on the bed.
When Ginny laid down and took Harry into her arms, a slight smile formed on Harry's face.
"Take care of him, Ginny. I'm going to go see if I can't get a Medi-witch or Wizard to come and check him over," Molly said with a small smile.
Ginny just nodded and hugged Harry tighter to her, softly caressing his cheek and hair, trying to make him a comfortable as possible. Whispering his name both mentally and physically, telling him how much she loved him and for him to come back to her.
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Harry stood in the Chamber, he felt at peace and whatever that thing had been, it was now gone and he felt good about it.
He closed his eyes and heard Ginny calling to him, keeping his eyes closed he drifted towards were Ginny was, letting her love be his guide, taking him back to where he belonged.
Slowly he became aware of being held and he could smell Ginny's sweet fragrance. "Hummm, I like this," he said.
"Harry, while I'm glad you did what you did by taking some of the worst of the evil away, if you ever do anything like that again, I think I'll hex you into oblivion," she sent, though he could feel her love and warmth for him.
"The thing is Ginny, I didn't try to do anything really, it seemed to just happen and then it awoke something inside of me, that I think was a piece of Riddle, just like what was in the diary."
Ginny shudder at the mention of the diary, though for some reason it didn't seem to have the same power over her it once had. Maybe, just maybe, whatever Harry had participated in had done something to help heal that in her as well.
Harry shifted and Ginny moulded herself to him spoon fashion, she could sense how tired he was.
"Sleep Harry, I'm right here and I'll take care you you."
"Thanks Ginny, I know you're there and you'll take care of me, just like I'll take care of you if you need it."
Ginny gently hugged Harry to her and kissed the back of his head. She felt him drifting off to sleep and she felt in her heart that things were going to get better, they had to. She wasn't sure how much more the wonderful young boy in her arms could take and she wanted to protect him if she could. He was her Bond-mate and she was his, together she felt they could handle just about anything, she just hoped they didn't have to handle too much, too soon.
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A/N: Well things are happening, it seems that Harry can never catch a break. Just when things seem to be going well, something happens to muck things up.
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