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2000 Miles
By Fire

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Category: Post-OotP
Characters:All
Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Tragedy, Drama
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 453
Summary: When Harry realises his need for Ginny he eventually finds a way to tell her how he feels, but their fairytale romance is interrupted by a battle with the Dark Lord, and Ginny is determined that she won't lose Harry and is prepared to go to any lengths to prevent it. H/G, R/Hr.
Hitcount: Story Total: 163868; Chapter Total: 7922







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O that 'twere possible,
After long grief and pain,
To find the arms of my true-love
Round me once again!...
A shadow flits before me-
Not thou, but like to thee.
Ah God! that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved,
that they might tell us
What and where they be.
~By Alfred, Lord Tennyson



Chapter III: Returning to Hogwarts

“Hurry up!” shrieked Mrs Weasley.

The Burrow was in turmoil. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were returning to Hogwarts that day. It was eight o’clock in the morning and they were already running late.

“Ginny get your ass out of the bathroom!” shouted Harry through the door.

He was hopping up and down, absolutely desperate for the toilet.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” replied Ginny.

“A minute isn’t soon enough,” said Harry.

He banged on the door with his fist. The door opened.

“Ok, Harry,” said Ginny, looking slightly ruffled. “The bathroom is all yours.”

She stormed away in a bit of a huff, but Harry didn’t have the time to chase after her and apologise. He dived into the bathroom and relieved himself.

Fifteen minutes later Ron and Hermione were downstairs in the kitchen, alone.

“When are we going to tell Harry?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know, it’s just that I think he’ll be mad. You know, feel like a third wheel and all,” said Ron.

“But, come on, Ron. How much time has he actually spent with us this summer? He’s spent more time with Ginny,” said Hermione, an almost bitter note in her voice.

“Maybe he’ll be alright about it. I just don’t know how to tell him,” said Ron.

“How about we let him catch us snogging or something?” suggested Hermione.

“No, that’ll scar him for life, and I reckon he’s scarred enough already,” said Ron.

“Good point. I hate keeping this a secret,” said Hermione.

Ron snaked his arms around her and pulled her close.

“I know what you mean. I hate keeping secrets, especially from Harry,” he said.

“Oh, I think Harry has his own secrets though,” said Hermione.

“Maybe,” said Ron thoughtful.

He kissed Hermione for the first time that day. He loved kissing her. He’d fancied her for such a long time and he was so glad they were finally together.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!R 21; a voice screamed someone near the kitchen.

“Shit!” said another voice at almost exactly the same time.

Ron and Hermione sprang apart. They turned their heads slowly to see the open mouths of Harry and Ginny.

“You two finally together then?” asked Harry being the first to recover from the shock.

“Erm, yeah, for about three weeks actually,” said Ron, his face matching his hair.

“Three weeks?” exclaimed Ginny who had also recovered from the shock. “Why the hell didn’t you tell us?”

“We didn’t know how,” said Hermione quietly, who’s face was also a magnificent shade of beetroot.

Her eyes strayed down towards the hands of Harry and Ginny, which were clasped together between the two people. As if sensing her gaze the two quickly let each other’s hands drop.

“Well, I’m going to have an exciting train ride,” said Harry glumly. “What with you three in the prefects carriage and patrolling the corridor. All I have for company is Neville and Luna, and no offence to them, but they’re not the most exciting of people.”

“Aw, poor Hawwy wiw be awl awone,” cooed Ginny in a baby voice.

She put her arm around him in a friendly way.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll come and visit you.”

“Thanks,” said Harry sarcastically.


*+*+*+*


The train had been moving for over an hour and Harry was bored out of his mind. Neville was asleep and Luna was in her own little world reading the Quibbler. Harry had eaten all the chocolate frogs and the Every Flavour Beans, even the ones he had bought for Ron, Hermione and Ginny, in the hope of distracting himself from the boredom, but failing miserably.

“Hello Harry,” said a voice standing at the sliding door.

Harry turned his hand to look at the originator of the only voice he had heard in twenty minutes and was not impressed to find his ex-girlfriend, Cho Chang, looking back at him.

“Oh, hi, Cho,” he said, turning away again.

“How was your summer, Harry?” she asked, sitting beside him.

“As good as a summer spent mourning the death of your Godfather can be,” replied Harry, with a touch of malice in his voice.

“Oh,” said Cho.

The door slid open and a petite but shapely red head entered.

“Hi Harry,” she said brightly. “Hello, Cho,” she added.

“Hi Ginny,” said Harry enthusiastically.

“So, Harry,” said Cho. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me again.”

“I’m sorry, Cho,” said Harry, not sounding the least bit sorry. “But I’m going out with Ginny now.”

He stood up and put his arms around Ginny who desperately tried to hide the look of surprise on her face.

“Oh, really,” said Cho, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, really,” said Ginny.

And deciding to make the whole think look real, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Harry, full on the lips. Harry was totally surprised at Ginny’s actions but soon kissed her back. They waited until Cho had left the compartment before they broke apart. Harry couldn’t help but notice how wonderful kissing Ginny was.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” said Ginny, sitting down.

“Don’t be,” said Harry. “It was my fault in the first place, telling her that you are my girlfriend.”

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have kissed you,” said Ginny.

“I didn’t mind,” said Harry, smiling at her.

“But, I’m going out with Dean,” she said.

“Oh shit,” said Harry, wondering why his heart had suddenly dropped into his stomach.

“Not that he’s written to me all summer or anything,” continued Ginny.

“Well, he’s a fool if he doesn’t like you,” said Harry.

“Thanks,” said Ginny.


*+*+*+*


“Why does the sorting always talk so bloody long?” whinged Ron as the long line of first years slowly diminished.

“Language, Ron,” hissed Hermione, who was sat next to him.

Harry clapped politely as “Mitchell, Emily” joined the Gryffindor table.

“Do you remember when we were stood up there, Ron,” he said to his best friend.

“Yes,” said Ron.

“You were terrified, because you thought you were going to have to fight a troll,” laughed Harry.

“He didn’t believe Fred and George, did he?” groaned Ginny, who was seated next to Harry and opposite Hermione.

“I used to believe everything they told me,” admitted Ron. “But then I got smart.”

“Smart?” said Hermione. “You?”

Ginny giggled. Ron stuck his tongue out at his sister, then turned to the front to watch the sorting. About ten minutes later the sorting ended with “Yates, Harriet” becoming a Ravenclaw.

“I’m sure that you are all desperate to begin the feast,” said Dumbledore, with a quick glance at Ron as he spoke. “So I won’t hold you up any longer. Dig in.”

He sat down again and the plates filled with mountains of delicious food.


*+*+*+*



Five hours later, a restless Harry tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn’t sleep. Coming back to Hogwarts had brought back all his memories of his fifth year, and brought them back full force. He scrambled out of bed, deciding to head for the common room and sit by the fire. Harry had just reached the staircase when he heard voices coming from the room.

“Let go of me!” shouted a girl.

“No. You can’t dump me,” said a boy.

“Yes I can. You haven’t written to me all summer,” said the girl.

“So? I was going to dump you, not the other way round,” said the boy.

“Let go of me,” repeated the girl. “You’re hurting my arms.”

“Why should I let go of you? You’re a bitch,” spat the boy.

“How can you say that? You hardly know me you bastard!” shouted the girl.

Harry crept quietly down the steps. The female voice was disturbingly familiar to him. His wand was held tightly in his right hand as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Dean Thomas had a tight grip of Ginny’s arms and was shaking her, hard. Ginny was crying, apparently from the pain. An anger arose inside Harry. An anger that he had only ever felt once before. He pointed his wand at Dean and fighting back every urge to put him under the cruciatus curse he stunned him.

“Harry!” cried Ginny.

She ran across the room to him. Harry pulled her close and she buried her head in his chest, crying fiercely. Harry looked at her bare arms where ugly bruises were already forming.

“Come on, Ginny,” he said quietly. “Let’s get out of here.”

Harry summoned his invisibility cloak from his dormitory and he draped it over the two of them. They crept out of the common room and through the corridors until they were standing in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. We need somewhere to sleep, thought Harry as he walked past three times.

“Harry, look,” whispered Ginny as the door appeared.

Harry pushed it open and they went inside. The room was quite small, but very cosy. A large fire was burning at one end and an enormous four poster bed was backed up against the opposite wall. Ginny pulled the invisibility cloak off and threw it on the floor. She sat down on the bed. She was still sniffling, and she was shaking quite violently. Harry picked up a blanket, which had suddenly appeared on the floor. Ginny must have wished for it. He wrapped it around her shoulders and sat down beside her holding her protectively.

“Are you alright, Ginny?” he asked gently.

“It was horrible, Harry,” she whispered, her voice wavering. “I told him that I wanted to finish it, and then he got all aggressive. I’ve never seen him act like that before.”

“Neither have I,” said Harry, grimly.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t have been there.”

“You would have been fine, Ginny.”

“No I wouldn’t. I couldn’t free my arms to get to my wand. It seems like you’re always there to save the day these days, Mr Captain.”

“I’d do anything for you, Ginny,” Harry whispered.

Ginny’s eyes flicked up to look at his face. She’d never heard Harry speak with that tone of voice before. It was almost as if she was more that a friend to him, but that wasn’t possible. After all, this was Harry, Harry who had practically ignored her for five years. Yet, there was definitely something different in his tone that Ginny couldn’t put her finger on. She yawned heavily. Harry laid back on the bed and pulled her back with him.

“We’ll get your bruises healed in the morning,” Harry told her.

Ginny nodded.

“Ok, Harry,” she said sleepily.

And as she drifted off to sleep she could have sworn that she heard Harry whisper,

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Never.”








A/N Ok, so it’s not particularly interesting yet. I’m sorry if it’s moving a bit fast, but the main story only starts to happen at the end of Harry’s seventh year, which is when you find out the significance of the title. I have got ideas for interesting events to fill in the time from now until then, and if it ever gets boring just tell me and I’ll move the story on. I have decided that I won’t kill anyone in this story, with the exception of some OCs but no one important. I must keep reminding myself of that really. I must not kill Harry, I must not kill Ginny, I must not kill Harry, I must not kill Ginny. Hopefully I will remember. Anyway, thank you to all my reviewers, you’re all so nice. Please keep reviewing, I like to know what you think. I got Hermione and Ron together a bit too quickly, don’t you think? Oh well, at least they are together anyway, which is a certainty for the next book. I’ll stop talking now. Review Please!

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