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Harry was heartbroken after Ginny's departure, so he sought solace in the library. He delved into the documents from Gringotts, hoping to distract himself from the ache in his heart.
As he read, his eyes scanned the pages, and his jaw dropped in astonishment. "They were paid to keep me?" he thought, his mind reeling.
The documents revealed that the Dursleys had received a staggering 500 pounds per month for Harry's care. Yet, they had treated him like a servant, forcing him to sleep in the cramped cupboard under the stairs.
Harry's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just below the surface. "How could they?" he thought, his mind racing with memories of their cruelty.
But then, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's done," he said to himself. "I won't let it consume me."
With a newfound sense of resolve, Harry chose to view the payments as rent – rent for the miserable years he spent in the Dursleys' home. "It's over now," he whispered, closing the documents.
Harry then thought that enough about Gringotts and his vaults. So, he decided to shift his focus to something else. He settled into a comfortable chair in the Fawcett manor library, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes.
"I'll read about the 16th century wizards," Harry said to himself, pulling out a dusty old book.
As he delved into the pages, Harry discovered the fascinating stories of wizards like Nicholas Flamel, who had mastered the art of alchemy, and Miranda Goshawk, a skilled witch who had written extensively on magical creatures.
"This is really interesting," Harry said, his eyes scanning the pages with excitement. "I had no idea about the accomplishments of these wizards."
He spent hours in the library, devouring the stories of the 16th century wizards, and learning more about the rich history of the wizarding world.
Then Harry read about some dragons. He had always been fascinated by these magical creatures and spent hours poring over the pages of the ancient book.
"Dragons are truly magnificent beings," Harry said, his eyes wide with wonder.
As he read on, Harry learned about the different species of dragons, their habitats, and their unique characteristics. He was particularly interested in the Norwegian Ridgeback, a fierce and proud creature.
"I wish I could see a dragon up close one day," Harry exclaimed.
The more Harry read, the more he realized how much he had yet to learn about the wizarding world. He felt grateful for the opportunity to discover new things and expand his knowledge.
Then next Harry started reading the wandlore book given by Ollivander. He had been eager to dive into the book since the renowned wandmaker had presented it to him.
"This is going to be fascinating!" Harry said, opening the cover and revealing the yellowed pages within.
As he delved into the book, Harry learned about the intricacies of wandcraft, the different types of wood and cores used, and the art of matching a wand to its ideal wizard. He was particularly intrigued by the section on wandlore history.
"I had no idea wands had such a rich history!" Harry exclaimed.
The book also explored the concept of wand allegiance and the mysterious bond between a wand and its master. Harry found himself engrossed in the pages, devouring every word and insight.
"This is incredible," Harry said, "I feel like I'm gaining a whole new understanding of wands and magic."
But as he was reading the wandlore book, Harry glanced towards his wand, which he had used for practice with Ginny. He had fond memories of their dueling sessions together. As he looked at the wand, he focused on it more intently and noticed that there was no magic stored within it.
"Ah, I see," Harry said, "the wand is just a tool, it doesn't hold any magic itself."
He read on, learning that the wand simply channeled the magic from the caster, allowing them to control and direct their spells. This realization sparked a new understanding in Harry.
"So, it's not the wand that's powerful, it's the wizard," Harry said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
This new perspective made Harry appreciate the true nature of magic and the importance of the wizard's skill and intent. He felt a sense of wonder and awe at the complexity of magic, and he was eager to continue learning more.
Then one thought came into his mind, if magic is in the caster, not the wand, then there must be a way to cast magic without a wand. This idea sparked a sense of curiosity in Harry, and he became determined to explore it further.
"Ah-ha! I knew it, there has to be a way to cast magic without a wand," Harry said, his eyes scanning the shelves of the library.
He then started searching for books on wandless magic, scouring the shelves for any mention of the subject. After some time, he finally found a dusty old tome hidden away in a corner, titled "The Art of Wandless Magic".
"Yes! I've found it," Harry exclaimed, pulling out the book and opening it with excitement.
As he delved into the pages, Harry learned about the ancient art of casting magic without a wand, using only one's hands and willpower to control the spells. He was fascinated by the concept and eager to try it out for himself.
In the book, Harry found that although wandless magic was possible, it was extremely difficult to master. Only a wizard with an exceptionally strong magical core could hope to achieve it. As he read on, Harry's excitement turned to disappointment.
"Oh no, it's not going to be easy," Harry said, his voice laced with disappointment.
He read that currently, only Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, was alive and capable of performing wandless magic, but even he could only do so with great difficulty and to a limited extent. Harry felt a pang of frustration, realizing that he was unlikely to master this complex form of magic.
"I was really hoping I could learn this," Harry said, sighing heavily.
Despite his disappointment, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the incredible skill and power of Dumbledore, who had now been an inspiration to him. He wondered if he would ever be able to reach such a level of magical prowess.
Harry then took five books on wandless magic, three on wandlore, and two on magical core, determined to learn more about the complex and fascinating world of magic. He stacked the books in his arms, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.
"I'm going to master this," Harry said, his eyes shining with determination.
He then left the library, making his way back to his room, eager to dive into the pages of the books and uncover the secrets of wandless magic, wandlore, and the magical core. As he walked, he felt a sense of purpose, knowing that he had a lot to learn, but ready for the challenge.
"Time to get started," Harry said, entering his room and setting the books down on his desk.
Then he completed reading one of the books on wandless magic and left his room to return it to the library. As he walked, he noticed a small, leather-bound book that caught his eye. It was titled "The Forgotten Art of Magic". The book's size and intriguing title piqued Harry's interest, so he opened it to take a look.
"Wow, what's this?" Harry said, his curiosity sparked.
As he began to read, he discovered that the original wizards had always performed wandless magic, and that wands were actually invented much later. This revelation surprised Harry, challenging his previous understanding of magic.
"This changes everything," Harry exclaimed, his eyes scanning the pages with excitement.
He read on, fascinated by the idea that wandless magic was, in fact, the original and true form of magic. Harry felt a sense of wonder and awe at the secrets and knowledge contained within the pages of the forgotten book.
Then he glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8 o'clock in the night. Suddenly, he remembered that Ginny's birthday was just four hours away. Forgetting everything else, including the fascinating book he had been reading, Harry quickly got up and called for Hedwig, his loyal owl.
"Time to make this birthday special," Harry said, a smile spreading across his face.
He carefully placed a beautiful bouquet of Ginny's favorite flowers - red roses and white lilies - into a package, along with a heartfelt letter. The bouquet was exquisite, with delicate petals and a sweet fragrance that filled the air.
"Here you go, Hedwig! Deliver this to Ginny and make it a night to remember," Harry said, attaching the package to Hedwig's leg.
With a soft hoot, Hedwig spread her wings and took off into the night sky, carrying Harry's thoughtful gift to the love of his life.
In the afternoon, Ginny emerged from the fireplace, her face filled with tear strains. Molly and Percy, who were in the room, immediately noticed her distraught expression and exchanged concerned glances.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Molly asked, rushing to her side.
Ginny opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a single word: "Harry..."
But before she could complete her sentence, Ron and the twins arrived, and their eyes landed on Ginny's tear-stained face.
"How dare he hurt you like this!" Ron exclaimed, his face red with anger.
"Yeah, what did he do to make you cry?" Fred added, his voice accusatory.
"Harry's going to pay for this!" George chimed in.
Molly looked shocked, "Wait, what's going on here?"
But the others ignored her, continuing to rant and rave.
Ginny tried to protest, "No, you don't understand...it's not like that..."
But her words fell on deaf ears.
Finally, she had had enough.
"STOP IT!" Ginny yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing through the room.
A silence fell, and all eyes turned to Ginny, shocked by her outburst.
"What's going on, Ginny?" Molly asked, her voice soft and concerned.
But Ginny just shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
Ginny's face turned red with anger as she began to yell at her family.
"How dare you accuse Harry of hurting me!" she exclaimed. "You don't even know what's going on!"
"We're just trying to protect you, Ginny," Ron said, but Ginny cut him off.
"No, you're not listening! You're always so quick to judge Harry. Before he left, he was sad, really sad. He's going to be alone again, and in two days, he has to go back to those horrible Dursleys."
Molly's expression softened, "Oh, Ginny, we didn't know..."
But Ginny continued, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Harry thinks we're all lucky because we have a family. He doesn't. He's never experienced the love and support we take for granted. That's why he's happy in the smallest of things, because they're things he's never had before."
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Ginny.
"You don't understand, do you?" Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't know what it's like to be Harry."
Ginny's voice trembled with emotion as she continued, "You don't know how much Harry had suffered. I won't tell you, but just know that it's more than you can imagine."
She paused, collecting her thoughts before speaking again.
"Do you know why he cried when I tucked him into bed one day? It was because he had never been tucked into bed by someone before. Never."
Molly's eyes widened in shock, "Oh, Ginny..."
Ginny's voice rose, "And have you ever wondered why he knows how to cook? Why he's so independent? Why he's so mature? It's because he never got a childhood. He had to grow up too fast, take care of himself too soon."
Ron looked stunned, "Blimey, Ginny..."
Ginny's voice cracked, "Yes, the Savior of the world never got a childhood. He was too busy surviving."
The room fell silent, the weight of Ginny's words sinking in.
Ginny's voice was laced with emotion as she continued, "He told me that before he came here, he was so alone, but these 9 days with us made him feel like he was in heaven."
She looked around the room, her eyes searching for understanding.
"But do you think we realized that? I just played normal, we played Quidditch, read some books, and swam. These are normal things for us, but for him, it was heaven."
Molly's expression was somber, "Oh, Ginny..."
Ginny's voice cracked, "He had told me everything about his life at Dursleys, and it was unbearable for me to hear. I can't even imagine how it was for him."
Ron looked at Ginny with concern, "What did he tell you, Ginny?"
Ginny shook her head, "I can't tell you what he told me. He trusted me to keep his secrets, and I won't betray that trust."
The room fell silent, the weight of Ginny's words sinking in.
Ginny's voice rose to a yell as she delivered her final blow.
"You wanted to know why I was in tears? Well, listen! Before I left, he was almost blank, depressed, you can say. Then he grabbed my hand and..." Ginny's face turned bright red as she struggled to continue.
"What? What did he do, Ginny?" Fred asked, his curiosity piqued.
Ginny's blush deepened, but she forced herself to continue, her voice still raised.
"He hugged me tightly, not wanting me to leave! He told me that he could never forget these days, and he cried, really cried! It was not easy for him. He never tries to show his emotions, but I've grown very close to him, and he even cried in front of me!"
Ginny's voice cracked, and she took a deep breath before finishing, still yelling.
"And that's why I was in tears, because I saw Harry in tears! It broke my heart to see him like that!"
With that, Ginny stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Wow, I've never seen her like that before," Ron said, stunned.
"I think we underestimated how close she and Harry have become," Molly said, looking concerned.
The room fell silent, with all eyes on the door Ginny had just exited.
The room was left in stunned silence after Ginny's outburst. Her family looked at each other, unsure of how to process what they had just witnessed.
"Blimey, I've never seen her like that before," Ron said, breaking the silence.
"I think we underestimated how close she and Harry have become," Molly said, looking concerned.
Percy shook his head, "I had no idea Harry was struggling that much."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, "We've been blind, mate," Fred said.
The family sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on Ginny's words.
"We should have been more supportive," Molly said finally.
"Aye, we should have been more understanding," Ron agreed.
The room fell silent again, with each member of the family lost in their own thoughts.
"I think we need to have a family meeting to discuss this further," Percy said, breaking the silence.
"Aye, and we need to make sure Ginny knows we're here for her, and for Harry," Molly added.
The family nodded in agreement, knowing they had a lot to discuss and learn from the experience.
As they continued to discuss, they glanced over at Ginny's room and saw that she was fast asleep. They decided to have a family meeting without her, knowing she needed rest.
"Let's talk about this later, when Ginny's feeling better," Molly said.
"Aye, we don't want to disturb her," Ron agreed.
Just then, the door opened and Bill, Charlie, and Arthur walked in, having taken leave from work to celebrate Ginny's birthday.
"Hey, what's going on?" Bill asked, noticing the somber looks on their faces.
"Something's wrong," Charlie added, sensing the tension.
Arthur's eyes narrowed, "What's happened?"
But before anyone could respond, Bill's eyes landed on Ron's face.
"What's going on, Ron? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Ron hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.
Molly continued to explain the situation to Bill, Charlie, and Arthur.
"When Ginny arrived, she was in tears. We all started accusing Harry, thinking he had done something to hurt her."
"But then Ginny yelled at us, telling us we had no idea what we were talking about," Ron added.
"She said we didn't understand what Harry was going through, that he was depressed and cried in front of her," Charlie repeated, trying to process the information.
Bill's expression turned incredulous. "What? That's not like Harry at all. What else did Ginny say?"
Molly took a deep breath before continuing. "She told us that Harry felt like he'd never had a childhood, that he was always alone. And that these past few days with us were like heaven to him."
Arthur's eyes widened. "That's heartbreaking. We had no idea."
The room fell silent, with the family reflecting on Ginny's words.
"We were so blind," Charlie said finally.
"Aye, we should have seen the signs," Bill agreed.
The family nodded in agreement, regretting their earlier behavior.
Molly called for a family meeting, her eyes shining with excitement. She glanced at Arthur, who nodded in agreement.
"Tomorrow, on the eve of Ginny's birthday, Harry is going to ask her officially to be his girlfriend," Molly announced. "And he's already asked permission from me."
The brothers' faces fell in shock.
"Wait, what?" Bill exclaimed. "Ginny's only 10! She's way too young to be dating!"
Charlie's expression turned incredulous. "Yeah, that's just ridiculous. She's still a kid!"
Ron's face scrunched up in distaste. "That's just wrong. Harry's 11, for crying out loud! He's practically an adult."
Percy's voice was laced with disapproval. "I don't think this is a good idea at all. Ginny needs to focus on her studies, not on some childish romance."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, their faces equally shocked. "Blimey, Mum, are you sure this is okay?" Fred asked.
George added, "Yeah, Ginny's our little sister. We can't just let her go off with some bloke, no matter who he is!"
The room fell silent, the brothers' sceptical responses hanging in the air.
Arthur's voice was firm. "We've discussed this, and we trust Harry. Let's just see how things go, shall we?"
Molly's expression turned stern. "Remember what Ginny said earlier? About Harry's suffering and how he's been struggling?"
The brothers nodded, their faces still etched with concern.
Molly continued, "And remember how Ginny yelled at us, telling us we had no idea what Harry was going through?"
Bill's eyes widened. "Blimey, I forgot about that."
Charlie's face fell. "Yeah, me too. Ginny was really upset."
Ron's expression turned thoughtful. "Wait a minute...I think I see what's going on here."
Percy's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying, Ron?"
Ron's voice was filled with realization. "I think Ginny and Harry have a deeper connection than we thought. And maybe, just maybe, this is more serious than we thought."
The room fell silent, the brothers' faces filled with a newfound understanding.
Fred's voice was barely above a whisper. "You think Ginny's really in love with him, don't you?"
George nodded. "And Harry's suffering because of it."
The brothers exchanged glances, their faces filled with a mix of emotions.
As the realization set in, the brothers' expressions changed from skepticism to surprise, and finally, to happiness.
"Blimey, I'm happy for them!" Bill exclaimed.
Charlie grinned. "Yeah, me too! Ginny deserves it."
Ron's face lit up with a smile. "And Harry's a great bloke. He'll take care of her."
Percy's expression turned warm. "I'm glad Ginny's found someone who understands her."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, both of them grinning.
"Welcome to the family, Harry!" Fred said, chuckling.
George added, "Yeah, you're stuck with us now!"
The room erupted in laughter and congratulations, the brothers' initial reservations forgotten in the face of their sister's happiness.
Molly smiled, relieved. "I'm glad you boys are happy for them."
Arthur nodded, his eyes twinkling. "It's going to be an interesting journey, but I think they'll be great together."
The family's excitement and joy filled the room, as they looked forward to the new chapter in Ginny and Harry's lives.
Molly's expression turned serious. "Remember, boys, this is a secret for now. Ginny can't know that we know."
Arthur nodded in agreement. "And when Harry asks her out tomorrow, I don't want to see any of you looking disgusted or shocked."
Bill held up his hands. "Don't worry, we'll keep it together."
Charlie grinned. "Yeah, we'll be cool."
Ron's face turned serious. "We don't want to ruin it for them."
Percy nodded. "Exactly. Let's just be supportive and happy for them."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, both of them grinning mischievously.
"We'll be on our best behavior," Fred said.
George added, "No funny faces or jokes, we promise."
Molly smiled, relieved. "Good. I know I can count on you boys."
Arthur's voice was firm. "Let's make this a special moment for Ginny and Harry. No spoilers, no teasing. Got it?"
The brothers nodded in agreement, determined to keep the secret and make the moment special for their sister and her soon-to-be boyfriend.
Next Chapter is Birthday Bash !
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I already told you that Weasley brothers will always have conflicting feelings about Harry and Ginny. I feel it was nice for Ginny to stand up for Harry , but in anger she revealed some of his last life , for which she will definitely feel guilty in future. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!