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Gambit
By Mirloc

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Category: Post-OotP
Characters:Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley
Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Drama
Warnings: Death, Sexual Situations, Violence, Extreme Language
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 79
Summary: Harry makes a massive gamble to draw out a Dark Lord in hiding.
Hitcount: Story Total: 39019; Chapter Total: 3780







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Chapter 1

For the first time in six months Ginny didn’t cry herself to sleep. Harry was, however very much on her mind as she finally dropped off into the first restful sleep she had had in months, a small secretive smile on her lips.

The events leading up to this peaceful slumber would have shocked all save one wizard in the world. That wizard being the very same Harry Potter that Ginny had been crying over. Tonight, however, instead of appearing in her dreams, he had appeared in her bedroom. To fully understand the ramifications of this event, we need to go back five months to the reading of Harry Potter’s will. Five Months Earlier (One Month After Burial) Owls left the offices of one Jeremy Pritchett, Esq. bearing a summons to a relatively small number of people for an estate as large as Mr. Potters, yet he had interviewed the young man a mere four months earlier, and had written his words out exactly as requested. The aging wizard watched the owls fly away, sad really, one so young and noble. He sighed and began the preparations for the reading of Mr. Potter’s will. The next morning they began to arrive. The Weasleys were in attendance in force, along with a smattering of recently graduated students from Hogwarts. Pritchett stood before them and broke open the seal on the envelope Harry had made that afternoon four months prior. “I’ll now read the words Mr. Potter asked to be read upon his demise.” Sobs came from several in attendance. Suddenly the parchment fluttered, and Harry’s own voice uttered forth. “I, Harry James Potter being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare these to be my last Will and Testament.” “I am sure many of you are saddened by my passing, but don’t be. Hopefully my death has been preceded by the death of Voldemort, in which case all is not lost, nor has my death been in vain. To each of you gathered here know you carry a special place in my heart, and know I’ll never forget a single one of you. “I was hoping to have some witty phrase like, live your life to it’s fullest or I’ll haunt you or something, but Mr. Pritchett assures me that’s in poor taste. So instead I’ll simply say this: ‘Remember me, but do not spend your days mourning me. I was most alive with you, after discovering I was a wizard, and attending Hogwarts.’ “You are my family, and as such I wish to give each of you something, a token if you will for all you have given me. “I leave you now in the capable hands of Mr. Pritchett, who will see to the division of my estate.” Pritchett shuffled some papers and began to read from a list of things Harry had specified to him. “Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom. I wish each of you to accept the sum of one thousand galleons; this money to be taken from my personal vault. “Ronald Weasley, my best mate I leave my Firebolt in your capable hands, also a sum of three thousand galleons to be taken from my personal vault. “Hermione Granger, who I loved as a sister I am leaving to you the library of books housed in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and a sum of three thousand galleons to be taken from my personal vault. “In the event that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley should wed, I leave them Grimmauld Place. “Dobby and Winkey, I have a task for you two. I’d like you to watch over the Weasley family for me. Protect them as if you were protecting me. “Arthur and Molly Weasley, what can I say other than you are the only parents I have ever known, it’s hard to believe I’ve known you but seven short years, but in that time I have grown to see you as my parents. I’m leaving you the balance of my personal vault in Gringotts. “Fred and George Weasley, my friends you are giving joy and laughter to this world, a world the sorely needs people like you. I’d like my share of WWW to be transferred to Percy Weasley. Perhaps this can lighten him up a bit.” “Oh no! No, No, and again NO! I’ll not have that prat set one foot in our store!” George stood glaring at his brother. Pritchett cleared his throat. “I know you’ll not like it, but in times like this, really families need to stick together, besides, you can make him do the boring work, and someone needs to keep an eye on him.” Fred laughed and looked at his twin; they nodded and stuck out their hands to Percy, “Partner.” Percy shook their hands with a dubious look on his face. “Bill and Charley. I never got to know you two nearly as well as I wanted to, I’m leaving each of you a thousand galleons to be removed from the Black Estate.” He paused and looked around the room. “You are all dismissed, save one person. Would Virginia Weasley please remain?” Ginny froze, and slow reseated herself as the others left shooting curious glances at her as they filed out into the waiting room. “There is something special here that Harry wanted you alone to hear.” He placed the envelope in her hands. “Also the balance of the Potter and Black Estates are to be transferred to you along with all of his personal effects.” Pritchett left the office and with trembling hands she broke the seal. Harry’s voice once again filled the room. “Ginny, I felt it only fair to tell you this in private and you can do with this information as you see fit. I don’t really know what love is, I asked Dumbledore once and he said it’s feeling like everything will be ok if only you can see the person again. Holding their hand is enough to make you stupid with happiness, and you can’t get the person’s face out of your mind. “I’m sure there’s more to it, because that doesn’t even scratch the surface of how I feel about you. I’ve hidden my emotions about you deep, so deep that they grew and I found that everything I do I wonder if you’ll approve of me or not. I heard what happened with your secret admirer, and Ginny I am sorry, sorry for everything I have never done to make you happy. Sorry for every tear you shed because of me. Sorry because even know I know your beautiful brown eyes are shining with tears, and I know it’s because of me. “I’m pretty sure what I feel for you is love, because it’s very powerful and honestly I can’t see this ever ending. I’m not leaving you the money out of some sympathy, only to ensure that I take care of you, even if I’m not there. Inside my trunk you’ll find some of my greatest treasures. However, the most valuable treasure of all I had to hide away, my love for you. I give that to you now, and hope that you will understand why I didn’t tell you before. “With all my love and my heart. Harry Potter.” It was several minutes before she composed herself enough to stand and with trembling hands entered the outer offices. She went home with her parents and fell into bed. Harry Potter's Funeral Services The funeral service was amazing. The number of people who attended shocked even the most jaded witch and wizard, few of whom were not in attendance. What really shocked people though was the fact that many of them truly felt for the young man lying in the coffin. It wasn’t that he had been their last hope against the evil that even now surged afresh in the world, rather that they honestly began to understand as person after person took the stand and made their eulogy what it was to have been Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Ginny had recieved a Valentine's card from a secret admirer, asking her to Hogsmeade. She had gone. The boy had met her at the Three Broomsticks and they kissed a few hours later. Several weeks had gone by and Ginny was spending more time with her new boyfriend unti lone night he decided kissing wasn't enough. She had wound up hurt, and crying confessed all to Hermione. The next day the boy was found hurt terribly, and Harry had been there for her. He comforted her, and told her it would be fine. Her heart went out to Hary that morning like never before. He was always there for her to ease all her fears and worries. Now she was staring at a coffin containing the body of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Stole Her Heart. She swore she'd never love again. Oddly it was Severous Snape who made the most amazing speach. As he took the podium, she glared at him, and at a strange wizard in the back of the room that kept staring at her. “I have been asked” the cool voice said “to say a few parting words about Mr. Potter.” Harry paused and turned to look at the older man on the podium, whose dark eyes seemed to find his and lock on to his. “To be honest, words fail me at this time. Mr. Potter was an outstanding student, whose merits have already been discussed in great detail already. Suffice to say that the world is a lesser place without Mr. Potter, and that with his passing we must look elsewhere for the shining example of hope he gave to us all.” Ginny snorted in dsgust. How dare he? “My hope remains that we will find out in several months time that this is an elaborate charade of Mr. Potter’s and that he’ll walk back into the school and the wizarding world explaining that it was one last prank to be played, this time to trick He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named into coming out into the open.” Snape stood there, eyes locked with the creepy wizard who was interrupting them by openeing the doors. He then looked down at the podium and Ginny caught a sound she had never heard before, a soft sob escaped from Snape. “And I dearly hope this is the case.” The creepy old wizard int he back left the Great Hall. Present Day three Hours Earlier It was with this letter that Ginny fell asleep at night listening to the words Harry had left for her. In a way she was sleeping with Harry each night. Ginny clutched the parchment to her as she drew the curtains to her bed in the tower. She had made Head Girl, and was occupying the Gryffindor suite. During the day she appeared somewhat morose, but fine, at night she would return to her dorm and cry herself to sleep, listening to Harry’s last words to her. Tonight was to be more of the same, she opened the letter and let the now memorized speech wash over her. Harry's voice played out for her, lulling her to a teary sleep. “With all my love and my heart. Harry Potter.” This time though, Harry kept talking. “Hardly my finest work.” Her head jerked up from the pillow and wind raised looked around the room. “Harry?” Her mind was a whirl of conflicting thoughts. “Yes. It’s me.” Came the reply seemingly from nowhere. “Where are you? Let me see you.” Her voice shook. Slowly, a shimmering appeared before her, and Harry came into view, not a ghostly figure but a solid one. She stood and with her wand trained on him, and eyes narrowed she stalked him like prey; suddenly she flicked her wrist and said “Petrificus Totalus”. He went rigid and fell to the ground. She searched him and produced his wand and a few personal effects, one of which was a picture of her. She looked at her watch and sat on the edge of her chair glaring at him for an hour. Satisfied that this was in fact Harry, she began to berate him “Why Harry? Why let everyone think you are dead? Who did we bury? Why are you here? Why won’t you answer me?” She turned and blushed remembering the curse. “Oh, right.” She flicked her wrist again, and heard Harry sigh with relief. “Well, at least your floor is soft.” He rubbed his backside, and motioned for her to sit. “I’ve not much time, so I’m only going to talk to you.” “Ok, so are you going to answer me?” “Yes, of course I am. To start with why let everyone think I was dead? It’s drawing Voldemort out. He’s been in deep hiding since the whole Ministry thing in my fifth year, I’m so sick of hiding and playing this damned cat and mouse game with him. It’s bloody well wearing on my very last nerve. So I concocted this plan, and being dead was step one.” Ginny frowned. “But you gave away all your possessions, you have nothing.” Harry grinned. “Ah, but I really haven’t. I’d never live in Grimmauld Place, and I left you virtually everything. It’s a risk, but I figured once I got this whole Voldemort thing settled I could find a way to explain to you, to make you understand why I had to do all this.” “But you don’t have…” “To do it all alone?” Harry finished for her. “Yes I do Ginny. I am the only one who can stop Voldemort. Anyone else would just get killed, and I can’t have that hanging over my head as well.” “But why you?” she asked pouting slightly. Harry reached over and brushed a hand across her cheek. “Ask Dumbledore, tell him I told you about the Prophecy, and you want to hear it, give him this.” He handed her a note. “You’ll understand better then.” “Ok then who did we bury?” “Well, you know, I’d not really sure what you buried. I transfigured a frog into me, took quite some time too I might add to figure it out, then I, well; I killed it, and left it to be found. As far as I can tell, it should have returned to frog form by now. I had to use a living thing, and the first thing I found was a frog.” “So, why are you here?” she asked glaring at him. He stood and paced a bit. “That’s the most confusing thing of all. I’m actually staying here in Hogwarts for the most part, you can learn so much here. The networks of information run thick, and so many people tell Dumbledore quite a bit when they think they are alone, and the Houselves keep my secrets well. Now as to why I am here here, well. To be honest Ginny, I don’t know why I come here. Other than to see you, what I wrote to you in that letter is true I do care so deeply for you, but I couldn’t let anyone know least Voldemort find out. Now I have a dilemma.” “What’s that?” she asked already knowing the answer. He looked at her and in a sudden movement bent down and kissed her. After the initial shock she eagerly returned the kiss. After a minute they broke apart. “Well,” he said chuckling softly. “That dilemma is solved.” He kissed her again, lightly brushing his lips against hers. They stayed embraced kissing a few more times, and then he rested his forehead on hers, and began talking again. “Ok, now here is a little something from Sirius.” He handed her a small mirror. “Sirius is alive too?” Her eyes were wide in surprise. A sadness washed over him. “No, but I found a working diary in Grimmauld Place, it explained the steps in the creation of a lot of things. Inside the package is a mirror, to talk to me, hold it up like you are looking into it, and say my name. If I am near you, I’ll answer.” “How near?” she asked. “Well, Sirius figured it’d reach to London from here, so I honestly don’t know.” He held out a small hand mirror and said “Ginny Weasley”. Her package vibrated softly as she unwrapped it and looked into it seeing at first her face, and then Harry’s. She smiled at him. “Wow, this is incredible.” She heard her voice echo out of Harry’s mirror. “The twins would make a fortune off these.” “Quite right they will, after I am done with what I need to do.” He grabbed her hand. “Ginny, I need you to keep up the same front as before, I need you to keep my secret. I trust you with my life here, and I just want you to know how much I love you, and want you to be happy. But for now, you have to grieve for me.” She smiled. “I’ll try Harry, when can I see you again?” He held up the mirror, “Any time love. Any time.” He looked around “But for now I have to go, I have to make a trip, when I’m back, I’ll come see you again.” She smiled and held him tight, kissing him deeply. “Good night Ginny.” He began to vanish again. “Good night Harry.” He smiled and vanished. It was here that we found Ginny Weasley, Head Girl, falling asleep for the first time in six months with a smile on her face.

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