|SIYE Time:4:53 on 14th August 2018|
Love Enough for Both
By Manwe Valarian
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Category: Alternate Universe
Warnings: Death, Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations
Story is Complete
Summary: Harry heard a goblin speaking and he came out of temporary stupor. He was surrounded by witches and wizards all staring at him. The most shocking thing was he had his arms around someone. Who was she and how did they get here?
Hitcount: Story Total: 128997; Chapter Total: 3640
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This chapter is really a continuation of the last chapter, but the chapter became to long.
I would like to thank my Beat Leif for finding all of my mistakes.
Harry was walking up the stairs to the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix with Ginny a few steps behind. They had made it back from Spain only an hour earlier. Slughorn was nearly over the moon when he discovered how wealthy and influential the Potter family was. Harry never told him about the connection with the Gringotts family, or about owning most of Diagon Alley. Slughorn had marveled over the Potter library. He could access any book that had been published in the past 500 years by writing a note to the library. He was so excited at being able to pursue research he had to give up years ago, because he couldn’t find the writings in other libraries.
Slughorn’s last words still bothered Harry.
“After you have defeated Tom, I will make sure that you have all the proper connections in magical Britain. You have the wealth. You will have the popularity. With my influences, you could become the most influential wizard since Merlin.”
Harry didn’t want that. He had even contemplated that after the war was over; he and Ginny would disappear to raise their family at the Potter estates. Their children could never have a normal childhood if they are victorious.
“Harry,” Dumbledore’s voice pulled him back to the present. He was standing in the doorway of the library across from the dining room. The meeting normally took place in the formal dining room since it was the largest room in the house. “I would like a word with you.”
The Headmasters voice didn’t sound grave. Harry looked at Ginny and she looked as if she was uncertain why he made the request. If there was something serious, she would have sensed it. Harry entered the library to find Madam Bones and Dumbledore standing there.
“Harry, I would like you to make the emergency Portkeys first before coming to the meeting. We are interviewing new members and it will be a long process. I don’t mean to exclude you, but your time might be better served staying in here and creating everyone’s Portkey. I will be sending members in to you one at a time, so no one but you will know what everyone’s Portkeys are."
“Ginny, I was hoping to have you at the meeting. It would help to determine if someone is being deceitful to us.”
Harry looked at Ginny. She took some time to think about it before answering.
“I think that would be a good idea,” she replied. “The only thing about me being in that room. Where will I sit? I need to be close to the person being interrogated. If I am too far away, I may get some other person’s emotions mixed up with theirs.”
Ginny looked at Harry, Her brown eyes bored into his. He could see that she was confident in this plan. “Are you fine with this?”
“Yeah, I will be right across the hallway from you. If you need anything just yell.” He reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. He felt a slight tingle as his hands brushed over the smooth skin of her cheek. Ginny smiled and left the library with Dumbledore.
“I am glad you are agreeing to this,” said Madam Bones. “Am I safe to assume you have been practicing making Portkeys?”
Harry broke his gaze from Ginny’s retreating form and turned to Madam Bones. "Yes, I have made the last ten successfully, and they all have been delayed activated. What do you want made into a Portkey?”
Madam Bones pointed her wand towards the door leading to the hall. “I am casting a Silencing Charm. I don’t want anyone else to hear this.” She waited a few seconds after casting the Silencing Charm before speaking again. “I want my monocle turned into a Portkey. The activation key will be the ribbon on it, when it is broken, it will activate the Portkey. Can you do that?”
Harry thought about it for a second. “I can do that. Can you place your monocle on the table here,” he said pointing at a reading table to their right.
He cast a couple of Diagnostic Charms on the monocle and its ribbon. They were clean of all magical residue that might cause him problems. It took just two small waves of his wand to create the Portkey and its activation key. The monocle glowed blue for a few seconds, before the glow seemed to sink it the small object completely.
“You are all set,” he told the older lady.
“Where will this take me?”
“To a safe place. If you don’t know where, then no one can force it out of you,” he said calmly. He should trust her, but something made him hold back a little. “I am not planning on telling anyone where they are going. There will be provisions there and House Elves to help you. I have contacted them and told them that anyone arriving by Portkey are to be treated as guests, unless you attack them.”
“Why would I attack them?”
“I wouldn’t expect you to, but if a Death Eater grabs onto you or steals your Portkey. I can only assume they may attack the first thing that moves.”
“Will I be able to Apparate back here? You seemed to indicate that these locations are in another country.”
“They are. The House Elves will contact me and I will come and get you. It would be best that you wait for me. If you leave the estate, the country will become aware of your presence and it might create a bit of a problem.”
“I have one more favor to ask you Harry,” Madam Bones asked gently. “I would like you to make another Portkey for my niece, Susan. I asked the Weasleys to take care of her if anything would happen to me and her mother. I am afraid that she might not be able to get to the Weasleys if Voldemort suddenly attacks. If he does this during the summer holidays, she may be at home when the Death Eaters come after us. Will you do this for me?”
He stared at this strong woman. She had tears forming in her eyes as she begged for a way to protect her niece. He heard about almost the entire Bones family being murdered by the Death Eaters during the last war. They had been made an example of for those who opposed Voldemort.
“Sure, do you have something for the Portkey?”
Harry charmed a small crystal necklace for Susan Bones. Madam Bones left to attend the meeting. The Order members came one after another. Harry started to forget what he had charmed for everyone. He didn’t tell them that he had sent them all to the estate in France with the infirmary.
The only person who stuck out in his memory was Reg Cattermole. He came in with a woman’s hair clip. He said he would take his chances with the Death Eaters, but his wife was a Muggleborn. She would need to escape if they ever took over. Reg never claimed to be very brave, but Harry thought he was very brave for preferring to face the wrath of Death Eaters so that he wife could be safe. The maintenance man stated that he wasn’t planning on fighting so he would try to hide and bend a knee if necessary. He just wanted to be sure his wife and children would be safe.
Severus Snape was the last person to walk into the library. He looked at Harry with a look of distaste. He sat and stared at Harry with that sneering look on his face for several minutes before talking.
“I have told you before, that if you make me a Portkey, it is possible that I will be forced to take Death Eaters with me to the location.”
“I told you that when you arrive at the location. Do not lift your wand against anyone there,” Harry growled. He was tired and they already had this conversation. If someone had repeated a conversation like this to Snape he would insult them and call them a dunderhead.
“Will you make the Portkey without any snide comments or revealing what the Portkey is to anyone else?”
“Look, I am tired so just tell me what it is and what the trigger will be,” he snapped at the Potion Master.
“It is in my pocket, and I want my touch to activate it,” said Snape a little sheepishly.
Harry stared at him there was something that he was embarrassed about. He might not have Ginny’s empathy, but he didn’t need it.
“I can make it so the touch of your skin will activate it, but if you would accidentally touch…,”
“I will not make that mistake Potter,” he said cutting Harry off.
“Fine, place it onto the table, and let’s get this over with,” he ordered Snape.
Snape pulled his robe back and reached into hidden pocket over his left breast. Harry wasn’t prepared for what came out of his pocket. It was a four inch long braid of auburn hair. It was tied with emerald green silk ribbon on each end. He didn’t know how Snape got that lock of hair, but there was no doubt that it was his Mum’s. He became slightly agitated at the thought that this foul git had a lock of his Mum’s hair over his heart. Harry stared at Snape for several seconds.
“Lily gave it to me,” Snape hissed. “She had cut her hair between third and fourth year when Potter told her he loved her long red hair. She even tied the ribbons on it.”
“Why…,” Harry started talking.
“Because your mother and I were best friends growing up,” Snape said with a great deal of venom.
“Why are you using this for the Portkey?” Harry said. “I knew you and my mother were friends, but you chose to be a Death Eater.”
Snape sneered at him. “No one knows about this, except you and me. I supposed it was stupid of me to think that you could keep this a secret.”
“I won’t tell anyone, this will be our secret. I am keeping everyone’s Portkey a secret. After making so many, I doubt if I could remember everyone’s choice.”
Snape snorted at his comment, but didn’t say anything. Harry bit back a retort and started casting charms on the locket of hair. He wanted to touch it, but decided not to. The lock of hair wasn’t the same exact color as Ginny’s, but it was just as shiny and silky looking. It didn’t have any magical spells cast on it so it wasn’t magically preserved.
“There it is ready for you,” Harry told the Professor. Snape stared at him with his cold black eyes. Harry was waiting for some snide remark, but Snape didn’t say anything. He removed his wand and Levitated the locket of hair off the table and into his pocket. “Make sure you don’t get a hole in your pocket, or you may go on an unexpected trip.”
“I am not incompetent,” Snape sneered at him. “It is time to go to the meeting.”
Snape stood up and left the library. Harry watched Snape walk out of the library. He was exhausted. His day started early, the dueling club, transporting Slughorn to Spain, and now creating twenty Portkeys in just an hour. He just wanted to go to Hogwarts and crawl into bed, but he had a meeting to attend.
He stood up feeling older than he actually was in years. His back and legs ached. The one good thing about going to the meeting would be sitting near Ginny. The thought of being near her made him feel better. He walked out of the library and as soon as he entered the hallway he could hear the voices from the meeting room. Madam Bones’ Silencing Charm was still working.
When he walked into the meeting room, people were talking amongst themselves, and they didn’t notice him at first. Harry was drawn to Ginny. She was sitting on the far side of the table. She made eye contact with him and waved him over to the empty chair beside her. People started to talk to Harry, but he barely noticed or responded to them. He just wanted to sit down beside Ginny and take her hand.
“Harry, did you get everyone’s Portkey made?” asked Albus Dumbledore.
“Yes, I did,” he quickly said over his shoulder as he neared his wife.
“How many did you make?” asked Gabriel Brandenburg.
“Twenty, I think.” he plopped down beside Ginny and took her hand. The fatigue that had been causing him pain was washed away in her presence.
“Twenty International Portkeys in an hour!” Gabriel exclaimed. “You must be exhausted.”
“I will survive, now,” he said with a smile. The fatigue was nearly gone. His gloomy disposition disappeared with it.
“That is good to know,” sneered Snape from across the table. “Can we get this meeting started?”
“Actually, Snape the meeting started an hour ago,” said Moody. He seemed to enjoy irritating the Potion Master. Snape glared at Moody then looked at Dumbledore for confirmation.
“Yes, Severus, some of us here started an hour ago interviewing possible Order members,” Dumbledore said gently.
“You had possible Order members in your safe house. Are you sure they are trustworthy?” Snape nearly shouted.
“The house is under a Fidelius Charm and they were brought by trusted members of the Order,” Dumbledore stated to Snape. “They will not be able to find this place again and they were blindfolded and a Charm was cast to disguise all of our voices. So we did not betray our safe house to possible spies.” Dumbledore said the last part with a great deal of force. Snape looked slightly uncomfortable being spoken to in that manner. He was always so used to being untouchable because of his position.
“Any good prospects?” Snape asked civilly.
“Yes, there were,” said Madam Bones.
“So what are the numbers up to now?” Snape looked at her then at Dumbledore.
“We are growing Severus. That is all Voldemort needs to know at the present,” Dumbledore said to him. Snape again reacted almost like the Headmaster had physically slapped his face. “Do you have anything to report, Severus?”
“I actually have two things,” Snape said as he turned to address the rest of the room. “The first thing is more of an annoyance and it doesn’t directly involve the Death Eaters. I was informed by the manager of Slugg & Jiggers Apothecary that they do not have nor can they get any Bicorn Horn. I had an order to be filled this coming week for NEWT level students.”
“I don’t see the need to announce that,” growled Moody. “They will certainly get more in next week.”
“The reason I made this announcement is because they cannot get anymore in. It seems that the world wide supply of Bicorn Horn has been purchased in the past seventy-two hours. No one has it anywhere.”
“That’s impossible,” exclaimed Madam Bones. “There are thousands of apothecaries all over the world.”
“I do not know how it was done, but as of right now, we have no way of making Polyjuice Potion.”
Everyone sat in silence for several seconds before Ginny’s father spoke up. “Do you think the Death Eaters are behind this shortage of Bicorn Horn?”
“I have not heard of any plans like this. I supposed you are thinking about Malfoy throwing his gold around?”
Arthur and several others nodded in agreement.
“I don’t think Lucius has the amount of gold to make this happen. There is a rumor from Stegs, the manager of Slugg & Jiggers, that Owls took the orders to the middle-east. Stegs is wondering if some super wealthy Wizard was trying to buy out and raise the price of Bicorn Horn to make themselves even wealthier. Whoever has the supply will soon be able to sell it at three or four times the price they paid for it. If any of you have some Bicorn Horn in your personal supplies, please allow me to use it at Hogwarts?”
“No,” shouted Moody. “We may need Polyjuice for the upcoming war. Besides, some of your students are Slytherins.”
Harry smiled at the look that crossed Snape’s face. He looked halfway shocked and three-quarters offended.
“I am the Head of Slytherin House,” he said icily.
“Yeah, I know that,” responded Moody. “If the Death Eaters don’t have Polyjuice, then that will be one less thing we have to worry about.”
“I destroy all Potions made by my students. It will not fall into anyone else’s hands.”
“I have some Bicorn Horn,” said Harry. He could feel Ginny tense up beside him.
“Save it Potter, for when we need to make Polyjuice,” ordered Moody. He was getting rather offensive about insisting the Order has Polyjuice.
“I also have some Polyjuice from when I was practicing for my NEWTs,” he said to Mad-eye.
“Can we move on to my next item?” asked Snape. “It is more important than the lack of Bicorn Horn.”
“You found out what your master is planning.” Shouted Moody.
“No, and yes,” said Snape while glaring at Moody. “He is planning on having his new recruits attack a Muggle village this week. I do not know the time or the location, but I do know it will be this week.”
Everyone started talking about his latest proclamation.
“Will you be told the time and location of the attack?” asked Dumbledore.
“The Dark Lord wants his Inner Circle to accompany the new recruits and assess them and the areas they need to improve….”
“Bloody Hell, he is going to grade them on the proper techniques to kill and torture people,” said Moody cutting Snape off.
“I will be called to attend. I will try to pass information of where the strike will happen onto the Headmaster. You will need to be ready to send someone to stop the carnage. I doubt the attack will last much longer than fifteen minutes. When terrorizing a community, it is best to attack hard and leave quickly so no one can get their mind cleared to organize a counter attack.”
Harry sat there and clutched Ginny’s hand. He must have tightened his grip too tight, because he could feel a small jolt against the palm of his hand. He looked at Ginny.
“You were breaking my hand,” she whispered to him. She didn’t appear angry at him.
“Sorry,” he whispered back to her.
“Do not think that these new recruits are all recent graduates from Hogwarts. Most of his recruits are experienced Wizards and Witches that supported his cause from a distance last time. Many of them are openly joining this time.
“That is all I have for you at this time. Potter, could you get me the Bicorn Horn before Monday?”
“Are you brewing the Polyjuice starting on Monday?” Harry asked him.
“No, what does that matter.”
“If you have it your stores, then someone could steal it from you. I would prefer to wait. We may be needing to make some Polyjuice for the Order.”
Snape stood there and glared at him. Harry didn’t want to admit it openly, but he truly enjoyed irritating Snape.
“I will tell you a week in advance of brewing Polyjuice,” hissed Snape. He spun on his heels and left in a flutter of robes. He stopped walking when Sirius called out his name.
“We also need to know the total number of students. No sense giving away more Bicorn Horn than necessary,” Sirius called to him.
Snape never turned around or acknowledged Sirius. He seemed to stand there rigid as a marble statue for a second, before stomping away. Sirius sniggered from his location at the table. He had accomplished his daily goal of irritating Snape.
“How many…,” Moody started to say before Dumbledore cut him off.
“Before we decide who will be on the team that goes to counter the attack, is there anything else someone wants to report on? The information gathering at the Ministry, how is everything going there?”
Madam Bones leaned up in her chair and looked across the table at Gregory Bright, Reg Cattermole, and a new Order Member. “There is good information coming from the Ministry, but we are working to get enough people in maintenance so there will always be someone who wants our side to win in the Ministry. Gregory and Reg have been diligent in listening to their coworkers to find them.
“Barty Crouch has been moved to the Spell Damage Ward in St. Mungo. The Healers said there was evidence that he had been Imperioused. The Healers believe that the spell will protect him from permanent brain damage. They think he should be able to recover eventually and tell us who Imperioused him.
“The rest of the Ministry is plodding along as normal. Fudge’s spies are still in place. We know who they are so they really pose no threat to us. I know there are Death Eaters in the Auror Department, but should we contact them when Severus tells us when and where this attack will happen?”
Albus looked at her. Harry could tell he was not thinking about contacting the Aurors. He didn’t know why. The more help they had the better.
“If the Death Eaters are arrested, will they remain in prison?” Albus asked Madam Bones.
“If they don’t, there will be a major investigation and Fudge will probably be asked to leave office.”
“That might be a good thing,” stated Arthur Weasley.
“I doubt if Voldemort would allow it. They have invested too much in him at this time,” said Remus. “I would also be concerned that if Fudge is kicked out, Voldemort will ensure he has control over the new Minister.”
“I agree with Remus,” said Albus. “Amelia, please be careful. If there is another breakout, they may try to blame you and have you arrested. If we have the Aurors help us, we need to ensure they don’t know any of our identities. I feel it would work against us. We might even find some of the Aurors arresting us. Now that I have had time to think about this, I don’t think we should call the Aurors to officially help us. Does anyone object to that idea?”
Harry smiled as several of the older members seemed to be shocked that Dumbledore asked their opinions.
“If we don’t call the Aurors, what will we do with the wizards and witches we capture?” asked Arthur.
Albus looked at him and smiled. “Take their wands. Don’t break them, just take them and we will hide them.”
“What good will that do?” asked a new member that Harry didn’t know.
“If you win the wand in a battle, you will get the allegiance of the wand. If you break the wand, it may cancel the effects the loss of their wand’s allegiance will affect the original owner’s magical ability. At least, I believe it will, Caradoc. They will need to replace their wand no matter what we do with the wands.”
“It’s a shame that we can’t convince Ollivander to refuse to sell new wands to adults,” said Sirius.
Albus chuckled. “Ollivander is more interested in seeing what the wands he sells do, then who will actually win. He must think that he is safe no matter which side wins. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed, before we set up a communication system for the upcoming attack?”
No one said anything, so they all started to suggest ideas for communicating the exact location and time of the attack. Harry tried to listen, but he was so tired from all the day’s activities that his eyes kept going shut. He would jump slightly when he realized that this had happened. After about the third or fourth time, he saw Remus, Bill, Molly, and Arthur Weasley smiling at him. As everyone spoke about the method of communicating information, a thought occurred to him.
“Could I ask a question,” he said to cut into the conversation. “We are determining how to communicate with each other, but what would happen if this attack is planned during the day when we would all be at work in the Ministry or Hogwarts. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out where we went, and who was in the Order.”
“That is a good point Harry,” said Albus. “All of us may be exposed to being in the Order if this attack happens during the daytime and we are either in classes or the Ministry.”
“I am willing to take that chance if it saves people from dying and being tortured,” stated Madam Bones.
“I am too,” said Arthur Weasley.
Soon everyone in the room stated that they were not afraid of being exposed as being a member of the Order of the Phoenix. The meeting finished up within the next fifteen minutes. Harry checked his watch and saw it was well past ten. He heard some heavy breathing from beside him, and realized that Ginny was sleeping in her chair. He smiled at her peaceful expression. He never thought someone could look beautiful when sleeping, but his wife was absolutely radiant.
“Harry,” whispered Molly Weasley. He looked up to see her staring intently at Ginny. “Is everything alright?”
“We had a very long day today,” he replied. The room was almost abandoned except the Weasleys, Albus, Bill, Sirius, and Remus. He wasn’t concerned about anyone hearing. “We were doing a lot of magic and we have been on the go since seven this morning.”
Molly moved closer to them as Harry spoke. She bent down and kissed her daughter on the head waking her from her slumber. When Ginny opened her eyes, she realized that she had taken a quick kip. Her face reddened for a second from embarrassment, but it quickly turned to anger. It was with anger that she addressed Harry.
“Why did you leave me sleep? You prat!”
“You were tired and nothing being said pertained to you,” he said to console her.
Her eyes flashed with anger at him. “Thank you for doing that for me. I would like to have been awake to hear what was being said.”
“Ginevra, the only thing you missed was everyone saying goodbye. Your husband was only thinking about you two.”
Sirius’ barking laughter broke the tension in the room. “You two are so much like Lily and James. I have a question for you, now that we are the only ones left here. How did you do it? How did you manage to buy all the Bicorn Horn in the world in twenty-four hours?”
Harry could feel everyone’s eyes on him at the moment. “I only asked Grins if it was possible. When he said it was and we had the finances to do it. I gave him the go ahead. The problem we have now is storing it until we want to sell it to the public again.
“Horace Slughorn has been delivered to the Potion Lab and he has been given a list of Potions to start brewing. It will be a month before we have a large supply of Polyjuice Potion.”
“That is wonderful, now why don’t you two go home and get a good night’s sleep, especially you Ginevra,” stated her Mum, as though she was addressing a toddler.
“I was planning on doing that, Mother,” Ginny replied waspishly. She turned back to Harry. “Do you know how embarrassing that is to wake up in a meeting and see everyone had left while you slept? I supposed everyone was laughing at me?”
“No one was laughing at you,” Harry said trying to console her. He could see that statement didn’t work. She was still glaring daggers at him.
“I got a good laugh out of it, Ginny,” said Sirius jovially.
Ginny never took her eyes off Harry when she flicked her fingers in the direction of Sirius. Harry glanced up to see the Stinging Hex hit Sirius right on the forehead. He yelped like a kicked dog as his hair was knocked back revealing a growing red welt on his forehead.
“Ginevra, apologize to…,” Molly Weasley started to say then just stopped. Everyone was looking at Ginny with amazement. It was the biggest display of wandless magic she had ever preformed in front of anyone.
Ginny looked away from Harry. “I guess I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You let the cat out of the bag,” he said to her.
“Sorry everyone, we need to leave I am really tired,” Ginny told everyone. She walked over to Sirius who now looked as if he was turning into a unicorn. There was a large lump quickly growing on his forehead. She walked over to him and placed a hand on the lump shrinking and healing it. Harry took Ginny’s arm and walked her towards the door. Bill’s voice caught them and made them stop.
“How long have you been able to do wandless magic, sis. Is there anything else you have forgotten to tell us?”
Ginny flipped her hair over her left shoulder as she looked at him. “About two months. I didn’t want anyone to know, because it is always better to use wandless magic when someone doesn’t know your secret.”
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Harry looked at the Potion carefully. He had finally accomplished it. The test Potion showed that the Prenatal Potion was safe to drink. He had been working on it for over a month to ensure it was perfect. It was actually so easy to extract all the various poisons out of the Potion. All he had to do was leave four Beazors in the Potion for four days. The Beazors absorbed all the poison in the Potion. There was only one test left before he would allow Ginny to drink it. Without hesitation he lifted a vial of the Potion to his lips and drank it.
It was actually a pleasant tasting Potion. He was glad it wasn’t a foul tasting. Ginny was pretty sensitive to anything tasting even slightly foul.
He stood there holding the little vial waiting for the Potion to take effect. If he started to feel sick, he had another Beazor on the table in front of him. He could feel the Potion coursing through his veins making him feel more alive.
“What are you doing?” asked Ginny as she entered their pantry/kitchen area. “What are you taking?”
“Just testing…,” he started to say.
“TESTING! Are you bloody barmy!” she screamed at him. “Is that my Potion you have been working trying to make it non-poisonous?”
“Yes it is. I think I have accomplished it,” He said to her. He thought she would be happy, but he could tell by her crossed arms and the anger rolling off her like waves of heat from a fire. “It passed all the other tests. I decided that I would take it and see what effect it would have on me before giving it to you.”
“And if it would kill you; your baby and I would both die,” she snapped at him, but it looked like a smile was forming on her lips.
“I have a Beazor ready if I start feeling ill,” he said sheepishly to her.
Ginny stood there with her arms crossed glaring at him. She was trying not to smile at him. “How long before you are sure it is safe?”
“Give me a few hours, before you take it. I tell you Ginny, this Potion really fills you with energy.”
Ginny smiled at him. “I am glad to hear that. By the way Harry how long have you been pregnant,” she said with a chortle. “You are going to have a difficult time explaining why you are growing breasts.” She burst out in laughter after her comment.
Harry stood there and shook his head at his wife. She started getting mood swings last week. She could suddenly start laughing or crying at the silliest things. Thankfully, it has been more laughing than crying. He hated it when she cried.
Someone knocked at their door. Harry looked at Ginny. She was still sitting there giggling. He didn’t even ask if she wanted to get the door. Harry turned his back to her and went to find out who was knocking at this time of the morning on a Sunday. He was surprised to find Ron Weasley and his friend Hermione Granger standing there.
“Good Morning, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger,” he said to them brightly. He had to keep his focus with the sounds of Ginny’s giggles floating out of their living area. Ron seemed to hear them, because he was standing there with a strange look on his face staring into Harry living quarters.
Hermione elbowed Ron in the ribs to get his attention. “Good morning Professor Potter, we were wondering if we could come in and have a chat. Ron hasn’t seen his sister for some time. Have you Ronald.”
She practically growled his name. Harry could easily tell Hermione was only accompanying him as a friend for support. It was Ron who originally wanted to come here.
“What is wrong with Ginny?” Ron asked. “Did you hit her with a Tickling Charm?”
Harry smiled at his comment. “No, she just found something very funny. She will get over it eventually. Won’t you two please come in? Can I get you anything? Tea? Pumpkin juice?”
“Pumpkin juice would be great. Do you have any biscuits? They don’t make any biscuits for meals here. The puddings are great, but I still haven’t had any biscuits since I got on the train this year,” Ron said rapidly.
“Sure, I will get you some Pumpkin juice and biscuits. Hermione, do you want anything?”
“Pumpkin juice would be fine. I just ate breakfast and am quite full.”
He could see her glaring at Ron. They probably came straight from the great hall and breakfast. “While I am getting the Pumpkin Juice, why don’t the two of you take the love seat by the fireplace? I will be in shortly.”
He had to turn away from them and walk into the kitchen area. They both turned pink and stood there staring at him with their mouths hanging open. The mention of them sitting in the love seat, which he deliberately called instead of settee, was enough to make them awkward around each other. Harry had seen this type of reaction several times. He noticed that Ron became angry and overly concerned when Hermione would take a direct hit with a spell in the duels. She never was hit with anything dangerous. It was obvious to Harry that they fancied each other, but were afraid to do anything about it.
He noticed Ginny standing with her eyes closed in the one corner of the kitchen. She was taking deep breathes. He had seen her do this before to calm her emotions.
“Ron is here. Hermione said that they were concerned because they haven’t spoken to you for some time.”
Ginny opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I am fine now. The giggles are gone. He is here because Mum wanted him to check on me. I can guarantee that she wrote him this morning. She was concerned about me last night.”
Harry quickly gathered everything they needed on a tray and walked to the living area. Ron and Hermione had dutifully sat on the love seat. They were as far apart from each other and possible on such a small seat. It was designed for two normal people to sit, but there wasn’t much room for another full sized person.
“Oh my,” whispered Ginny. “I can’t let this opportunity pass us by.”
Ginny went and made Ron budge over so she could sit between him and the arm of the settee. It forced Ron to practically sit in Hermione’s lap. “First of all Ron that was a great victory, yesterday. Hermione, you did very nice job too. So Ron, what did Mom ask you to find out?”
Harry almost sloshed some of the Pumpkin juice when he sat the tray down in front of Ron and Hermione. He started to laugh at the look on the two youngsters face as they brushed up against each other. He remembered how uncomfortable he had felt even holding Ginny’s hand when they were first bonded. He wondered if they looked as awkward as Ron and Hermione did at this moment.
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It had been a week since the Order meeting that Snape said Voldemort was planning an attack. Harry had been on edge the entire time. Ginny had tried to help him calm down but she was almost as nervous as he. Sirius, Bill and Remus were also anxious. They were starting to wonder if Snape was winding them up, or feeding them misinformation.
Everyone else in the castle seemed as nervous and jumpy as they were. It wasn’t for the same reason. Slytherin House dropped from first to third last weekend because of their poor showing at the Dueling contest. Gryffindor House moved from second to first. The twins seemed to enjoy winding up the Slytherins in their year. Snape even spoke to Dumbledore about the twins’ actions and the Dueling contest. He wanted anyone who was taking advanced Defense Classes to be barred from the contest since they had an unfair advantage.
After the Headmaster spoke to Bill about Snape’s request, they decided to stop calling them classes and refer to the sessions as tutoring. None of them were getting grades in the class. It would also eliminate the need to include other students, if they requested participation. It would be complicated if other students saw how they were training the Weasleys and their friends to survive an attack. After the Headmaster told Snape about the changes, he still insisted that the Weasleys be barred from participating in the dueling. The Headmaster said that Professor Snape didn’t appreciate being told no so bluntly.
Remus, Sirius and Bill sat in Harry and Ginny’s sitting area discussing how they should plan the tutoring session with the Weasleys. It was late at night. The curfew bell had just rung.
“That is a sad sound,” sighed Sirius.
“What Padfoot, the sound of children needing to be in their common rooms?” asked Bill.
“No, the realization that I can be out after it and not get into trouble; it took away some of the purpose and motivation of my life.”
Everyone chuckled at Sirius’ statement. It was good to laugh to help relieve the tension in the room.
“I guess we should go to bed,” Bill said. “It seems our hostess is already asleep.”
Ginny was leaning on Harry’s arm sleeping with her mouth slightly open. She had been for the past ten minutes. She had been so tired that he didn’t bother to wake her. Even though she was taking the prenatal potion, she still became tired around this time of night. It was rare that she was ever awake later than thirty past ten. He needed to wake her get her to bed. Moving his arm and shoulder he was able to gently move her head to waken her.
“What,” she said groggily.
“It’s time to go to bed,” he gently whispered to her.
“Okay,” she said and sat up straight. She saw everyone staring at her in the room. “Harry, you let me fall asleep again. You know how much I hate….”
She stopped talking as four bumblebee Patroni appeared in the room.
“Come to my office immediately. Be prepared for a battle. The others have been notified. Buttered Rum.” The four Patroni disappeared into a silvery mist, after delivering their message.
“Well, I guess sleep is out for the night,” said Ginny. She suddenly appeared wide awake. “We need to change.”
They had stopped wearing their dragon hide cloaks, boots, and dueling clothing over the months of being at Hogwarts. They all needed to change into them before setting out against Death Eaters, even if they were facing recruits.
Five minutes later they were all riding the spiral staircase up to the Headmasters office. Harry could feel his heart rate increasing. He wasn’t actually nervous. He was more excited at the possibility of facing Death Eaters again and possibly doing something to discourage them from joining Voldemort. They had been discussing it all week. The plan was to subdue the recruits and take their wands. They wouldn’t break them, but just take them and hide them. Dumbledore said that according to various tales of wand lore this would make it impossible for them to obtain another wand that worked as well.
He tightened his grip on Ginny’s hand. He wasn’t getting separated from her. They were strongest together. After being whisked away by a Polyjuiced Death Eater with a Portkey. He and Ginny decided not to split up during a battle. If she had been there with him before, she would have sensed that the person posing as Percy was fake and up to something.
Harry entered the Headmaster’s office first. The Headmaster was standing by his desk. Professor McGonagall was standing behind it with her arms crossed and a severe look on her face. She always looked stern but tonight it looked like she could turn water into ice with her expression. She was dressed in a tartan green dressing gown.
“Professor McGonagall, are you not going?” Ginny asked.
“I am to stay here and ensure the students are safe,” she said with a clipped tone.
“I need someone who can officially take over for me, in case something unfortunate happens,” said Albus Dumbledore. “I might ask if it is wise for the two of you to go together. Your powers to bring the other to yourself could prove quite beneficial.”
“We are stronger together than apart,” stated Ginny. Her tone was even icier than Professor McGonagall. “If we had been together before, I wouldn’t have needed to bring Harry to me. Now, where are we going, and what are we going to face?”
The Headmaster opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it and he slumped slightly forward. He seemed to realize that arguing with Ginny right now would only waste time and further anger her.
“We are going to Godric's Hollow. I have no idea if the battle will be going on when we get there or if the Death Eaters will be waiting for some type of a signal. We will be traveling by Portkey.” He pointed to a Frisbee laying on his desk.
“We should go Dissillusioned,” said Harry. Everyone else but Dumbledore quickly agreed. “We may be landing in the middle of a group of Death Eaters. It would help if they can’t see us.”
“Our arrival will make noise. Someone could cast a Homonum Revelio spell,” countered Albus.
“That would be the point we start casting spells,” said Remus. “I think Ginny should be our lead. If the battle is in progress, Harry can take over. Everyone will need to hold hands until we drop the Dissillusionent.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” said Sirius.
“I agree,” stated Harry. Ginny and Bill also agreed with Remus.
They all grabbed the Portkey before Dissillusioning themselves. Harry and Ginny didn’t even use a wand. He could see Professor McGonagall smiling at them.
“I am going to activate the Portkey,” said Albus Dumbledore.
Not being able to see Albus’s wand activate the Portkey caught Harry by surprise when the tug behind his naval lifted him and started him spinning. After the initial shock of the activation, he quickly got his bearings while spinning. He wasn’t sure how long this should last, but he felt as if they were reaching the end. There was a slight hesitation in their spinning before they all landed.
Harry wobbled a little upon hitting the ground. He could feel everyone else also stumbling a bit. They were in a field by an overgrown hedgerow. The town of Godric's Hollow was a short distance away. The house and street lights shown through the trees and underbrush of the hedgerows.
“I heard something from over there,” said a male voice from the other side of the hedgerow.
“Then investigate it,” drawled the voice of Severus Snape.
Everyone stood still as someone pushed through the hedgerow with their wand light. The man was medium height but heavyset. He looked to be about Sirius and Remus’s age. Harry flinched slightly when the light from wand hit him directly in the eyes. He hoped that his movement didn’t betray them. The man swung the wand light to the left and right several times. He extinguished the wand light and returned to the other side of the hedgerow.
Ginny pulled his hand to the left away from the town. Harry followed her trying not to stumble and cause anyone to speak or fall.
“Did you see anything?” asked Snape.
“No, it was probably an animal,” said the investigating wizard.
They moved behind the group of Death Eaters. The moon was at a waning half and there was a slight cloud cover blocking some of the light from the moon. Harry could barely see the area around them in the dim light. He also could see the ripples caused by the shifting of their Dissillusionment. If someone would stare in their direction, they would see them moving through the night.
Ginny found an opening through the hedgerow. They were about thirty yards behind the Death Eaters. As Harry passed through the hedgerow, he could see a clump of Death Eaters milling around on the path. He wasn’t sure why they were waiting. The town was completely quiet. They could already be in the town causing destruction and fear.
The road was a grass path. It looked as if it had once been a road, but hadn’t had much traffic for years. Ginny pulled them slowly towards the Death Eaters.
“I am bloody tired of waiting,” whispered a female Death Eater. “We could have been in there and gone already.”
“Silence you dunderhead,” whispered Snape. “The Dark Lord wants us to wait until the town clock chimes twelve. Muggles have a belief about midnight being the witching hour. Tonight it will be an hour of death and destruction.”
The rest of the Death Eaters laughed at his comment. Harry was waiting for Ginny to attack this group, but she just slowed their progress towards them. They were close enough to see Snape look at his watch.
“It is time to move…,” Snape stopped talking and looked towards the town. There were spells being fired in the dimly lit streets.
Harry felt it a second before the first spells were cast. He could sense about ten Stunners being cast at one time in the distance. They must have missed their mark because there were various spells being cast in retaliation. The battle could be heard from across the town.
“What is going on? It is not time,” said Snape.
Harry felt Ginny pull her right hand away from his left.
“Stupify,” she shouted. A Death Eaters standing to the right of Snape fell.
Harry had his wand up and he fired off about five stunners in a couple of seconds. Albus Dumbledore, Remus, Bill, and Sirius also fired off stunners. Most of the Death Eaters fell immediately but there were still four left standing to retaliate.
The Dissillusionment Charms had dropped when they started casting Stunners. The remaining Death Eaters saw they were facing Albus Dumbledore and several other Order members. They immediately Apparated away, except Snape. He glowered at them before disappearing himself.
Battles were breaking out all over the town. Harry could sense Unforgivables being cast to the left of them and straight ahead.
“Hurry, lets collect their wands,” said Albus Dumbledore. With a few flicks of his wand all the Stunned Death Eaters’ wands flew into his out stretched hand. He calmly placed them in a pocket in his robes.
“I will lead from here,” Harry said. “Grab onto me and I will take us to the fighting. Be ready when we land.” He reached out and grabbed Ginny and Albus. They all quickly latched onto each other before Disapparating.
They appeared on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow by his parents’ house. There was a house on fire and several Death Eaters were hiding behind buildings and trees casting spells randomly to keep the Order members back and inflicting whatever damage they could to the town.
Harry’s instincts had been correct. They landed behind the hiding Death Eaters. He had sensed where they were by what type of spells. He was able to catch the surprised expressions on the Order members’ faces when they appeared. In a flurry of spells, Harry and the others quickly subdued the hidden Death Eaters within seconds of landing. The street was then completely silent.
Albus stepped forward to collect the wands from the unconscious Death Eaters. As the Headmaster was stepping forward, Harry felt a Killing Curse being formed from a gap between two houses. He couldn’t be sure who the spell was being aimed at. He flicked his wand at the paved sidewalk by the houses. He was able to blast up an entire section of sidewalk. With the slab of concrete in the air, he propelled it at the origin of the spell. He did this before the spell had been completely cast. The green beam collided with the concrete at the opening between the buildings. The explosion sent a shock wave of debris in all directions.
He cast a couple of Stunners between the buildings where he thought the person might be.
“I think you got him, Harry,” said Ginny.
“Let’s see who it is,” said Harry.
“I’ll go,” said Sirius. He ran into the dark gap with his wand raised. “Well, well, I recognize this Death Eater,” Sirius said from the darkness. A thick bodied Death Eater floated out from between the buildings. “It’s Alecto Carrow.”
“Let’s take her wand,” stated Albus.
Sirius flicked his wand and sent Alecto flying onto the pile of unconscious bodies. She collided with the others with a heavy thud.
“Are you going to just leave them lying there?” asked Kingsley Shacklebolt. “I know they don’t have wands, but that is going to seem a little strange.”
Harry didn’t want to stand and listen to this conversation. He could sense another battle occurring across the town in the all Muggle section.
“Look, do something with them; permanently stick them to the street for all I care,” he said to the rest of the group. “I need to go.”
“Not without us,” shouted Remus and Bill. In a blink of an eye, Bill, Remus, Sirius and Ginny were all together ready for him to Apparate them to the next fight. As the bell tower struck the first chime of midnight, Harry Apparated them away.
When they appeared at the next fight, Harry immediately realized he had made an error. They were in the crossfire between Death Eaters and the Order. More precisely he had landed behind where the Death Eaters were located on both sides of the street, but the in direct line of fire from the Order members. There were Blasting Spells flying towards them as they materialized.
A silver dome formed around all five of them. It was the Shield that Harry was able to generate to protect the ones he loved. The Blasting Curses hit the shield. The concussion of the spells colliding with the shield sent a shockwave all around them dislodging some of the Death Eaters from their hiding places. The Order members quickly Stunned them.
Harry dropped the Shield and quickly Stunned the remaining four Death Eaters before they could Apparate away.
“Harry, Ginny, what you did was very dangerous,” shouted the familiar voice of Molly Weasley.
She was with this band of Order members. Arthur was with her along with Madam Bones and the Auror Proudfoot and another person Harry saw at the last meeting but didn’t know his name.
“That was a bloody fantastic bit of magic you did, son,” said the other Order member.
“Amos Diggory, don’t encourage him,” shouted Molly Weasley.
“Now Molly, stop acting like they are under age,” said Arthur. Molly turned and glared at Arthur who didn’t seemed to be affected by it at all. “They are well trained adults.”
Harry smiled at Molly and Arthur arguing. Ginny walked over to try to calm her Mum down. Standing there after this small battle he watched as Order members collected wands while conversing with each other. He could also hear the tower bell chiming out it twelfth toll. The battle started at five minutes to twelve and it was over before the clock struck twelve. Harry was feeling pretty good about how the Order had attacked and defeated the Death Eaters, even though they weren’t the inner circle.
Laughter filled his ears. He wasn’t sure who was laughing, but they seemed very pleased. He looked over at Sirius and Remus, but they weren’t laughing. He looked to see who else in their party would be laughing, when the pain hit him. His head felt like it was going to split open. He barely registered the pain in his hands and knees as his fell onto the rough pavement. The pain in his head was excruciating.
As suddenly as it came on, the pain melted away. He could feel Ginny’s hand on his forehead. She could always feel when he had these terrible migraines. He was so lucky that one of her powers from the soul bond was the ability to magically heal things. The pain was now just a dull ache in his forehead, and the laughing was a distant whisper.
“Thank you,” he said to his wife.
“What happened? Why is he on the ground?” asked Madam Bones.
“It is something that happens at times to Harry,” explained Remus. “He gets these incredibly powerful headaches, but Ginny can make them go away.”
A bumblebee Patronus appeared in their circle. “We need everyone back at headquarters. Leave the Death Eaters, and get to headquarters,” said the voice of Albus Dumbledore.
“Like hell I am leaving them like this,” said Sirius. He started waving his wand Levitating bodies into a large pile. He had them lying head to feet as he conjured ropes and tied them all together. Grabbing a brick that had fallen off a building, he created a Portkey and wedged it into the ropes. In a second, the bundle of Death Eaters disappeared.
“Where did you send them?” asked Madam Bones.
“To a field in Scotland. Let’s see how long it will take them to get out of that. They can’t Apparate while tied like that, but they don’t have their wands to use. I just wish I could watch them try to free themselves,” laughed Sirius. “Let us go and see what Albus wants.”
They all appeared in the square across from Headquarters within seconds of each other. Harry did look around to see if any Muggles were out walking their dogs or something else that kept them up past midnight. It appeared that their appearance wasn’t noticed. Harry pulled on Ginny’s hand as he turned to the Headquarters.
They filed in through the front door and up to the formal dining room, but it was empty.
“I am up here,” said the voice of Albus Dumbledore.
Everyone neatly moved up the steps and into another room with a large table in the middle of it and on the table a large etched glass screen. A large group of objects were attached to the upper corner of the mirror.
“What is going on Albus,” demanded the strong voice of Amelia Bones.
“It appears this entire night had been a diversion. I think his actual plan was to break prisoners out of Azkaban. Look, every other Death Eaters that was not at Godric's Hollow had gone north.”
A second after Albus Dumbledore pointed out the clump of markers on the magical map, several of them had moved to other locations around England and Scotland. Everyone was watching the markers indicating the Death Eaters locations.
Harry couldn’t watch the return of the Death Eaters. He was fixated on the fact that they had been deceived by Snape. He wondered how much Snape knew about this plan.
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