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Visit of Love and Revenge By amblewat
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Category: Post-HBP
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Angst, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Violence, Extreme Language
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 29
Summary: Harry has returned to Privet Drive after his painful sixth year. The Dursley's are as mean as ever...and Harry is trying to deal with his grief of losing Professor Dumbledore. However, that isn't all that is on his mind. He is lonely and misses a particular red head. What will happen when their relationship becomes 'public knowledge' and she comes over for a visit....read on to find out.
Hitcount: Story Total: 6061
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Harry Potter was asleep in his bed at Number 4 Privet Drive. When he was awakened by a ‘tap, tap, tap’ with his heart pounding he turned towards the noise. A large screech owl was waiting to enter. Harry opened the window. The owl dropped a paper in his lap and took off. He closed the window.
Harry’s jaw dropped when he saw the headline. Harry Potter Finds True Love. A Daily Prophet Exclusive by Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter the boy who lived has found his true love at Hogwarts. According to two close friends, Mr. Potter has been dating Ginny Weasley. “I haven’t seen him this happy in 2 years.” Said a fellow Gryffindor, “You can see how much they love each other.”
Harry read the rest and threw down the paper truly irritated, just as his door flew open. “GET YOUR LAZY BUM OUT OF BED! WE ARE GOING TO MY COMPANY BREAKFAST. NO FUNNY BUISNESS! CUT THE GRASS, TRIM THE BUSHES, AND WEED THE FLOWERBEDS!” He slammed the door.
Grumbling about the early hour, he rolled out of bed, and put on his glasses. Harry put on some work cloths and went downstairs. He grabbed a bit of toast and went outside. He pulled out the mower and started mowing the grass. His mind was racing. Damn that Skeeter woman. Now Ginny was a target. Even if they did try to deny it who would believe it, especially Voldemort? He was after all a legilmens. He finished the grass in record time. Then he weeded the garden. By that time the sun was blazing hot. It wasn’t even noon yet!
He peeled off his shirt and hung it on the fence. Then he went to the shed for the clipping shears. He began to trim the bushes. This job was surprisingly satisfying. But what he really wanted was to talk to Ginny. This last week had been so lonely. With Dumbledore gone and their separation he found himself quite depressed and would get angry at the drop of a hat. Not that the Dursley’s cared or even noticed.
Ginny on the other hand would know. Better yet she would understand. She understood him so well it scared him sometimes. He didn’t really want to break up with her to begin with; he just wanted to protect her. That is when he realized…he loved her. His mind was reeling. Love was his strength. His heart saved him from Lord Voldemort’s possession at the Department of Mysteries. His mother’s love saved him from death. His power was love! His strength was his heart. It can’t be that simple! His brain was saying. His heart was saying…oh yes it can. You finally figured it out. Harry was shaking, and had to lean against the fence for support. For once he was able to understand, and his emotions overwhelmed him. Taking a deep breath he looked up into the blazing sky. He whispered, “I love you Ginny. I hope you know that.”
*
Ginny Weasley fell face first out of Miss. Figg’s fireplace. She was determined to be the first person to talk to Harry after this article. When the paper came it was like a punch in the gut. But at the same time a relief. This brought out hers and Harry’s feelings. Harry no longer had the ‘I want to protect you excuse.’ Now that their relationship was ‘public knowledge’, it wouldn’t fly. God he must be furious right now. And so confused! She hated that for him. She wanted him to be happy. But she knew he wasn’t…at least not at the moment. He was probably worried sick! Not to mention emotional.
She picked up the pace. It was so hot out here. Thank Merlin she was wearing white and nothing dark. She came up to Privet Drive. She looked at her watch 10:00 AM. I hope he is awake? She walked over to Number 4. Ginny was about to ring the bell but she heard a ‘snip, snip, snip.’ Puzzled she followed the noise. When she turned the corner her mouth fell open. She saw Harry leaning against the fence. Breathing kind of hard and looking up. Ginny checked her mouth for drool. He looked amazing. She licked her lips nervously. What was he doing? Resting probably he appeared to be hot and bothered. Not to mention tired. He also seemed to be shaking. Concern immediately began to well up in her. Oh god. Is he hurt? He looked up to the sky and said, “I love you Ginny, I hope you know that.”
Her eyes filled with tears. He was thinking about her! What had happened? Damn that Skeeter woman. Then his words hit her. He loves me! That is when he looked over and saw her. Their eyes met.
*
“GINNY!” He was surprised but so happy to see her. She was wearing a sleeveless white sundress that reached just above her knees. She looked like an angel standing there, her hair shimmering in the morning sun. He dropped the shears and met her half way. When they were close enough to touch, Harry became all too aware of his sweaty body. Life just isn’t fair sometimes. Ginny seemed to be thinking the same thing but there was an aura around her similar to the one when he kissed her in front over everyone in the Common Room. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. Their lips met and Harry lost all coherent thought except for the woman in his arms. Their tongues explored and they didn’t break the kiss until air became mandatory.
He pulled away first. “Hi.”
Ginny smiled, “Hi yourself.”
He kissed her again and said, “I was just thinking about you.”
“Really, and what were you thinking?”
Harry smiled down at her. “About what a stupid prat I was, and how much I love you.”
Ginny kissed him softly. “You weren’t a prat. I’ll give you stupid, but you weren’t a prat at all. I love you too. Why are you out here in a 102 heat index?”
Harry grabbed his shirt and wiped his chest. “I’m doing the chores my Uncle wanted me to do. I have no desire to make him angry at me.”
Ginny asked, “Are you done?”
Harry shook his head, “Yes as a matter of fact I am.”
Ginny said, “Well why don’t you get cleaned up. Then maybe we can go to Miss Figgs or the burrow for the rest of the afternoon.”
Harry opened the door and they walked in. Ginny took in the house. It was very clean. Too clean. She followed Harry up the stairs. His room was very small. In fact Ginny thought that it would be more appropriate as an office. The room was about 10 feet by 10 feet. She saw a door to the left. Harry was rummaging through his school trunk. He pulled out his invisibility cloak. He said, “I want this handy in case my relatives come home before we leave. No need to get their knickers in a twist.”
Ginny giggled, “No problem.”
Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans, a blue teeshirt, socks, and boxers. He said, “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Ginny frowned, “Isn’t the bathroom down the hall?”
Harry chuckled, “Yes there is one down the hall, but I have been told to use this one. It connects mine and Dudley’s room. I’m sure when I leave this will become Dudley’s second room again.”
Ginny narrowed her eyes but said nothing. She settled on the bed and reached for his photo album. She found a picture of his parents twirling around in the autumn leaves. Wow he did look like his father. Then she saw Lily’s eyes. But he has his mother’s eyes. She of course knew this but seeing the pictures made it even more poignant for her.
A car door slamming brought her out of her reverie. She looked out the window and saw the Dursleys. They appeared to be home. She grabbed the cloak and put it around herself and watched the scene below. Uncle Vernon looked like a tub of lard; big fat and porky. Ginny watched as the neighbor called over to them. They talked for a few minutes. Ginny watched as Vernon turned red, Petunia pursed her lips together, and Dudley’s face lit up like a Christmas Tree. Uh Oh! What the hell? She looked at the bathroom door anxiously. Somehow she knew that this was going to be bad. She went to the corner near the door and the armoire. Just as Harry’s bedroom door slammed open. Much to Ginny’s surprise his Uncle went into the bathroom!
*
Harry was humming to himself in a pretty decent mood for once. Amazing what Ginny could do. He was rinsing when the bathroom door opened with a bang and the shower curtain ripped open. “BOY!”
Harry was too shocked to be embarrassed. “Yes Uncle Vernon?”
Vernon’s eyes narrowed to slits. “OUT! NOW! ROOM!” He pointed for good measure.
Quite perplexed he turned off the water. His uncle must not have thought he was moving fast enough because the next thing Harry knew. His uncle grabbed him by the left arm and yanked him out of the shower stall. He felt his shoulder literally come out of its socket. The force bounced Harry off the wall next to his door. He wasn’t able to stop his momentum and backed into Uncle Vernon. Vernon raged and pushed him out the door into his bedroom. Vernon came out like a raging bull but this time Harry was ready. Vernon tried to kick him but he rolled away grabbed his duvet off the bed with his bad arm no less, and his wand with his right. “
Harry breathing hard and not bothering to mask his annoyance asked, “What Uncle Vernon?”
“YOU CAN’T DO MAGIC OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL!”
Harry yelled, “I CAN WHEN I AM PROTECTING MYSELF! NOW WHAT HAS YOUR KNICKERS IN A TWIST?”
He bellowed, “I’ll tell you what. Mrs. Potts from next door said that a girl came over while you were working outside! I TOLD YOU THAT NONE OF YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS COULD COME HERE! FURTHERMORE! YOU WERE KISSING HER WITHOUT A SHIRT ON! I WON’T HAVE YOU SCANDALIZING THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND RUINING OUR GOOD NAME BOY!
Harry rolled his eyes. “Uncle Vernon I am not going to have complete control over who comes over to see me. But in case you haven’t noticed, no one else is here!”
“DON’T GET SHIRTY WITH ME BOY! YOU WILL STAY IN THIS ROOM UNTIL HELL FREEZES OVER.” He slammed the door and Harry heard the locks click. He heard his uncle yell, “Petunia dear are you ready to go to the market?”
Harry still damp from his shower stood there speechless for ten minutes. The front door slamming and the car pulling away didn’t even faze him.
Ginny threw off the cloak and ran to his side. Her gaze falling on his shoulder, “that looks pretty painful.”
Harry finally came to his senses. He realized that his girlfriend was standing in his room and he had nothing but a Duvet. Harry blushed but since Ginny had gone into the bathroom she didn’t see it. She returned with his towel and cloths. She said, “Here. I’ll let you get settled.”
Harry kissed her softly, “Thanks. I’m sorry about this.”
Ginny looked thoughtful, “Don’t be sorry. You can’t help that he is such a bloody wanker.” She sat down at his desk facing the window.
Harry as carefully as he could put on his boxers and jeans. The shirt became a problem. “Damn.”
Ginny looked over her shoulder, he was what you would consider ‘decent.’ She stood up and frowned, “Harry that probably won’t work, with your shoulder.” She hurried to his closet and peered inside. She found a sage green button down shirt and pulled it out.
Harry nodded, “Thanks.” He started to take it. But Ginny was already slipping the shirt on for him. She started with the injured arm, then the other. Next she buttoned the shirt keeping the top button undone. Then she nudged him gently to the bed and took his pillow case. She immobilized his arm.
“There.” She said. “That should keep you from injuring it further until someone can heal it. Does it hurt a lot?”
Harry said, “Not really.”
Ginny glanced over at him and asked gently, “Does he get angry like this often?”
Harry contemplated a response. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he was kind of ashamed of the truth as well. Uncle Vernon did everything he could to make his life miserable. That included beatings regularly. Granted, ever since Harry went to school they decreased dramatically. However, every now and then Vernon’s temper boiled over. “He has gotten a lot better about his temper. The problem is, when he does get angry its…”
Ginny finished, “Pretty violent.”
Harry nodded. He couldn’t look at her at the moment. Then it dawned on him. They were both locked into this room for Merlin knows how long. The Weasley’s were going to be worried. “Ginny, do your parents know you are here?”
Ginny smiled, “I left them a note, but if I’m not back by dinner rest assured they will come looking for me.”
Harry groaned, “We don’t have to tell them about…”
Ginny said, “Harry you’re hurt and mother is going to want to know why.”
Hedwig at that moment flew through the window. She saw Ginny and hooted approvingly. Harry sighed, “Well I don’t want your parents to worry. Why don’t we send a note to Remus. He can come and get you out.”
Ginny said, “Alright, but I’m not leaving this house without you, and without hexing your uncle into next year.”
*
Remus Lupin was helping Nymphadora Tonks with her roses when Hedwig flew over to them. He smiled, “Good Afternoon Hedwig.” Hedwig hooted and stuck out her leg revealing a couple of notes.
Remus smiled and took it. She bobbed up and down and waited patiently.
Dear Remus,
This is kind of awkward but…I need a little assistance. My relatives have locked me in my room again. My Uncle and I kind of got into it a bit. What they didn’t know was that Ginny came over this morning after reading the Daily Prophet article so that we could ‘talk’. She was hiding under my invisibility cloak, while my Uncle yelled at me. He left and now since we are both under age are kind of stuck. NO OFFENSE but I don’t feel like telling Mrs. Weasley that her daughter was locked in a young mans room for ANY period of time.
Thanks,
Harry
Remus chuckled. That would be interesting. He opened the second note. It had been scribbled in haste but was clearly from Ginny.
Remus,
What Harry hasn’t told you is that his uncle has pulled his arm out of his socket! Can you bring someone who can heal that please! I know he is in a lot of pain and is too proud to admit it! I will tell you how it happened when you get here.
Ginny
Remus’s face quickly changed to anger. “Dora!”
Tonks hurried outside. “What is it? You sound livid.”
He handed her the notes and her face turned red too. “Well, lets go show those muggles who’s boss.”
*
Ginny was sitting against the wall and Harry was lying with his head in her lap. They were both content to just sit there enjoying each other’s company. Harry had started to doze actually. Ginny had been running her fingers through his hair and would occasionally kiss him. To loud pops got there attention. Ginny smiled she said, “Remus and Tonks thanks for coming to help us out.”
Remus went to the door and muttered an incantation under his breath. The door flew off the hinges and hit the wall. Harry paled, “Urm Remus.”
Remus turned around and said, “You aren’t staying here another minute. I’m taking you to the Burrow. I don’t give a damn about the door or the wall.”
Tonks nodded firmly. “Now OFF with the shirt.”
“What?” Harry asked.
Ginny added firmly, “NOW!”
Harry sighed and unbuttoned his shirt. Tonks looked at it for a few minutes and nodded. “Not to serious but definitely uncomfortable.” She waved her wand. Harry yelped just as a ‘POP’ was heard. Tonks then muttered a mending charm. “There all done. Shoulder dislocations is a very common Auror injury.”
Ginny then handed him the tee shirt he was going to wear. “Here. You heard them.”
Remus said, “So what did happen?”
Harry turned red. And started to say he hurt it during his ‘yard work.’ But Ginny quickly became angry. “YOU DIDN’T HURT IT IN THE YARD HARRY. Don’t be embarrassed! I have six older brothers and by the way. I HAVE seen them all naked. It isn’t a big deal! Your uncle pulled you out of the shower and pushed you out the door! He was screaming at you! Only because I gave you a kiss in the bloody yard.”
The front door opening got their attention. Ginny’s eyes narrowed into slits but she defiantly put her arms around Harry. ‘Just let him try to say anything!’ She thought furiously. The Dursley’s came upstairs and were stunned. Vernon turned red and started to yell, “I TOLD YOU….”
Ginny lost it. She grabbed her wand and muttered loudly. Bat Bogey’s attacked Vernon’s face. “TOLD HIM WHAT? THAT NO FREAKS COULD BE HERE! YOU’RE THE FREAK DURSLEY AN OBNOXIOUS, ABUSIVE FREAK!”
Then she wheeled around to Aunt Petunia who had been shrieking loudly. Ginny yelled, “Langlock!” Petunia immediately started gagging. Ginny yelled over her, “YOU SHUT UP! You are Lily’s sister. You should be ashamed of how you’ve treated Harry. He didn’t deserve to lose his parents and he didn’t deserve to be mistreated by you his mother’s sister!”
Dudley’s eyes were full of fear and he appeared to be frozen on his spot. Ginny glared at him and snapped, “WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU PIGGHEADED BUFFOON!”
The word pig got Dudley’s attention. He started to run down the stairs. Ginny flicked her wand and his pants fell down to his ankles. He stumbled and crashed to the floor. He grabbed his buttocks and stood up and ran out the front door.
Harry, Remus, and Tonks were laughing hysterically. Ginny was clutching her wand and breathing heavily. Harry collected himself and put his hands on her shoulders. “Ginny, you realize that you are going to get into so much trouble.”
Ginny looked up. “Nope, because I will tell dad everything and he’ll fix it. Besides…you are worth it. That felt really good!”
Harry kissed her for a moment and smiled. “At least now I KNOW not to upset you.”
Ginny giggled but then said seriously. “There is only one way to make me really mad.”
Harry asked, “What’s that?”
“Leave without saying goodbye.” Ginny said plainly. “I know you are going to go after Voldemort. Mum won’t allow me to go with you. I’m not of age. But you WILL say goodbye Harry.”
Harry pulled her into his arms. “I promise.”
While this exchange had been going on, Tonks and Remus had been packing Harry’s things. Remus spoke up, “Lets get you to the Burrow. I’m sure the Weasley’s and Hermione are dying to see you.”
Many thanks to Mugglewitch and Emmamoonpotter for inspiring me to go ahead and write this. And to ninkenate for suggesting the title of the story. :)
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