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Harry Potter and the Prophecy Fulfilled
By Breanie

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Category: Post-HBP
Characters:Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Sirius Black
Genres: Comedy, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Death, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 1717
Summary: This is my version of the 7th book of what i think should really happen. What happened when Harry broke up with Ginny? What happens when Harry realizes his mistake? What will he do? How does he decide to go after the horcruxes? Read on to see. Summary of the first chapter: It takes place on the train ride home from Hogwarts directly after 6th year. Harry decides that he needs to talk to Ginny and then he is faced with the dreaded return of going back to the Dursleys.
Hitcount: Story Total: 323778; Chapter Total: 11886





Author's Notes:
A/N: I promised I’d post something on December 29th, so here I go its December 29th at 8:17pm. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Please review. Also, i couldn't find the names of the professors for muggle studies and ancient runes. even on the harry potter lexicon they didnt kno, so i made them up. NEWLY EDITED




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Chapter XV - Trouble in Paradise

The first morning of school, Harry was sitting in the Great Hall with a huge plate of breakfast. Ron sat down next to him and grinned.

“Now that’s a breakfast! A little hungry this morning, are you?” He asked as he watched Harry eat a plate full of eggs, sausages, bacon, toast, waffles, hash browns, and a bowl full of porridge.

Harry laughed. “Yeah, I am. I don’t know, I just woke up this morning and I was starving.”

Ron grinned at his friend as he began to pile up his own plate. “Good on you, mate.”

Ginny took a seat on the other side of Harry and stole a piece of toast from his plate before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good morning.”

Harry grinned at her. “Hey, get your own toast!” Then he leaned down to cover her mouth with his in a soft kiss. “Good morning.”

Ginny smiled up at him as she watched Professor McGonagall pass out the timetables. McGonagall had obviously continued to take on her previous duties as well as her new Headmistress ones, minus bringing the first years to the sorting hat that is.

Harry took his new time table and opened it up, wondering how much time of his day would be taken up and he began to read:

Mondays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 12:00 - Herbology with Professor Sprout
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - History of Magic with Professor Binns
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 21:50 - Lessons with Professor McGonagall

Tuesdays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Charms with Professor Flitwick
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 23:50 - Lessons with Kingsley Shacklebolt

Wednesdays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Potions with Professor Slughorn
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - Defence Against the Dark Arts (TBA weekly)
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 22:50 - Lessons with Nymphadora Tonks

Thursdays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Study Hall with Madam Pince
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - Study Hall with Madam Pince
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 23:50 - Lessons with Kingsley Shacklebolt

Fridays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Lessons with Kingsley Shacklebolt
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - Lessons with Remus Lupin
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall


Harry sighed; it looked like he was going to be working really hard this year. And when you added in the training practices that he had on the last day of every month with Joe and along with Quidditch practice; his workload just got a lot heavier.

Ginny leaned over to look at his schedule and winced. “Yikes, Harry!” She kissed him softly before looking back at his timetable. “But at least you have all of Thursday to catch up on homework in study hall.”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, but I’ll be doing homework like crazy. So what’s your schedule like? Are you in any of my classes since you’re so smart?” He kissed her softly as she handed the timetable over to him and he began to read:

Mondays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Herbology with Professor Sprout
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - History of Magic with Professor Binns
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 21:50 - Lessons with Madam Pomfrey

Tuesdays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Charms with Professor Flitwick
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall

Wednesdays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 11:50 - Potions with Professor Slughorn
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 14:50 - Defence Against the Dark Arts (TBA weekly)
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 21:50 - Lessons with Madam Pomfrey

Thursdays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 10:20 - Ancient Runes with Professor O’Bryan
10:30 — 11:50 - Muggle Studies with Professor Rutherford
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 13:50 - Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Hagrid
14:00 — 14:50 - Study Hall with Madam Pince
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall
20:00 — 21:50 - Lessons with Madam Pomfrey

Fridays:
6:00 — 8:45 - Breakfast in the Great Hall
9:00 — 10:20 - Ancient Runes with Professor O’Bryan
10:30 — 11:50 - Muggle Studies with Professor Rutherford
12:00 — 12:50 - Lunch in the Great Hall
13:00 — 13:50 - Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Hagrid
14:00 — 14:50 - Study Hall with Madam Pince
17:00 — 19:00 - Dinner in the Great Hall


“So you’ve decided to be a healer then?” Harry asked.

Ginny nodded. “Yeah, I did while you were gone in those last two weeks of the summer. I wrote to Professor McGonagall with my decision and she told me that Madam Pomfrey would be more than happy to take on a student apprentice to help increase my learning and to maybe help me skip through a bit of extra training after school, hence the lessons with her. There are about five or six of us who will be apprenticing with her. I really like the idea of helping people, besides, you find ways to hurt yourself on a regular basis, someone close to you should know what to do about it and know how to take proper care of you.”

Harry laughed. “True. I think healing is a great job for you.” He kissed her softly and then pulled her up to her feet. “Come on, we’ve got to go get our Herbology books.”

They hurried up to Gryffindor Tower to get their books before they headed outside and over to the green houses for their first class of seventh year.

*******

Later on that night, Harry began to make his way upstairs to the Headmistresses office. It felt weird to be going to Dumbledore’s office knowing that the office itself no longer belonged to Dumbledore. He knocked on the office door and McGonagall called for him to come in.

“Good evening, Potter, close the door behind you please.” Professor McGonagall replied.

Harry did as she asked and then walked over to the desk, surprised to see most of Dumbledore’s stuff still there, then he smiled. Dumbledore had obviously left most of it to Professor McGonagall. “Good evening, Professor.” He took a seat across from her and she smiled.

“First off, this is the list of places where you will be meeting with you’re other instructors for private lessons. You may use my fireplace as you need to travel or you may apparate. Mostly you will be learning at Grimmauld Place, but if something comes up, one of the places on that list will replace it. Second, tonight we are not going to begin with your lessons on animagus, we will start next Monday. However, tonight we have some very important issues to discuss.”

Harry nodded, but he felt his stomach drop. She was going to ask him about the horcruxes, he just knew it. He needed Dumbledore’s permission first to tell her; then he remembered about Dumbledore’s portrait. “Sure Professor, but some of it I may have to speak to Professor Dumbledore about first.”

Professor McGonagall smiled at him before speaking, something that was very rare coming from the Head of Gryffindor House. “I don’t have a problem with that. Now first of all, I also don’t have a problem giving special permission to you, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger when it comes to leaving the grounds. I understand that you three are working on something important concerning You-Know-Who.”

“Harry,” Professor Dumbledore’s voice said, as Harry swung his head around to see his portrait staring down at him from the far wall. “You can tell Minerva everything about what we did and what you will need to do. It will be better for everyone if she knows; she can be of great assistance to you.”

Harry nodded. “Yes Professor. I told Ginny everything; I thought that it was important for her to know too. But other than Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, no one else knows, except for those you told.”

Dumbledore smiled at him. “That’s alright, Harry, you did a wonderful job that night and I know that you probably have some unanswered questions as well as some anger for me.”

Harry nodded, feeling both a mixture of anger and sadness fill him as he looked up at that old crinkled face with the bright blue eyes and he couldn’t stop himself from yelling at Dumbledore. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME? I COULD HAVE HELPED YOU! I COULD HAVE STUNNED MALFOY AND THEN SNAPE! I COULD HAVE STOPPED SNAPE FROM KILLING YOU! WHY DID YOU FORCE ME TO JUST STAND THERE AND WATCH YOU DIE! DON’T YOU THINK THAT I’VE SUFFERED THROUGH ENOUGH?”

Dumbledore nodded a tear in his eye as he spoke. “I know, Harry. You were suspicious of Mr. Malfoy all year round, however Professor Snape had told me of Voldemort’s plan for Mr. Malfoy. He told me of his plan to force Mr. Malfoy to kill me or he would hurt his family. He also told me that he had made an Unbreakable Vow with Narcissa Malfoy, with Bellatrix Lestrange as a witness, to promise to help Draco in his task if he failed to kill me. Severus, of course, told me he had no means of following through on the plan and said that he was more than willing to die if need be. However, I told him to do it if he had to. I’ve lived a very long life, Harry, and I knew that my portrait would be here for those who needed me. So that night before you came into my office I updated my portrait once more. I didn’t know it was going to be that night, but I suspected it. I made Severus promise me to do what he had to do to get Voldemort’s full trust, even if it meant ending my life.”

“NO!” Harry yelled out, feeling sick to his stomach as an anger that he had never felt before clawed its way through his system. His anger was so huge towards Dumbledore that he couldn’t bear it. “SO YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE? YOU KNEW THAT SNAPE WAS GOING TO KILL YOU? SNAPE BETRAYED YOU!”

Dumbledore shook his head. “No Harry, he didn’t. Severus Snape is no longer a Death Eater. He is a devoted member of the Order of the Phoenix and he will help you defeat Voldemort. You must trust him.” He turned his head towards Professor McGonagall. “Minerva, please let Severus in now so that he can talk to Harry.”

McGonagall nodded before letting Snape enter the room. Harry felt a stab of hatred like he had never felt before bubble up inside of him. The man in front of him had made his life a living hell. He had hated him on sight because of a childhood feud with his father; he had bullied him and given him unfair marks because if this dislike; he had tortured his head during his Occulmency lessons in his fifth year; he had told Voldemort about the prophecy concerning his parents; and he had killed Dumbledore.

“Hello Potter.” Snape said in his usual sneer.

“YOU BASTARD!” Harry said, angrily getting to his feet and clutching his fists at his sides, digging his nails into his skin until they bled. He was so angry that he didn't even feel the pain in his hands.

Snape looked slightly surprised, and slightly amused. “I’m guessing that you obviously don’t believe Dumbledore.”

“No.”

Snape nodded and began to pace the room. “Not that I blame you, of course, but you need to trust me. It’s extremely important. I can help you, Potter.”

“Why do you want to?”

“Because I want the Dark Lord gone as well and we both know that in order for that to happen, it must be you who will do it. Now listen to me, the Dark Lord is getting stronger every day. He has in fact; found an ancient spell to make him immortal. However, it requires many ingredients that he does not yet have. It is very important that we keep him from getting even one of those ingredients, Potter.”

“What are the ingredients?” Harry asked, swallowing his anger for a moment. Anything to stop Voldemort from gaining more power was more important than his anger at a man who he still didn’t know if he could trust or not.

Snape turned to look at Harry for a moment. “Listen to me, Potter. I am on your side. I hate the Dark Lord with a passion. He took everything that I ever had away from me. Any good that I ever had in my life, he removed.” He looked pained for a moment, but he quickly masked it. Dumbledore spoke instead.

“Severus, I’ll tell Harry the story, we don’t need you to relive it; however I think it is important for Harry to know. He doesn’t trust you. Severus, if Harry is to trust you then I think he must know everything.” Dumbledore replied as he watched Snape nod at him before he turned to look at Harry. “Professor Snape was in love with a beautiful witch named Callie, Harry. They were engaged to be married and Callie had recently discovered that she was pregnant. Severus decided that he wanted to be a better person, not only for his future wife and child but also for his younger sister. His sister adored him and looked to him as her hero. He didn’t want any of them to find out about the terrible things that he had done. Voldemort discovered Snape’s thoughts on leaving, and he had both his fiancée and sister murdered, brutally.”

Harry felt the anger leave him completely. Snape had lost everything at Voldemort’s hands as well. “Is that why you switched over? Because Voldemort had your loved ones killed?”

Snape nodded. “Partly. Potter, he mutilated them. I … I came home one day and when I walked in … there was blood everywhere. My sister was lying on the kitchen table, naked. She had been raped terribly, and there was so much blood.” Harry could see the pain his eyes as he spoke and was obviously remembering. “Then my beautiful Callie, the same had happened to her, but she was in the bedroom and the baby …” He trailed off and looked over at Dumbledore with tears in his eyes.

“The baby, Harry, had been cut out from her womb and killed before they hung her, as we later discovered it was a girl, from the ceiling fan.” Dumbledore replied softly as Harry felt sick to his stomach at the thought. “Severus was furious … he went mad in his grief.”

“I … I was so angry and so sad about what happened. It was at that moment I knew that I would never escape the Dark Lord’s grasp, and that if I wanted a life I had to work extremely hard to become the Dark Lord’s right hand man, his most loyal servant. I began to study both Occulmency and Legilimency to keep the Dark Lord from my thoughts; I didn’t want a repeat of what had already happened. I learned them both within two years and was soon assigned a very important job. I was in charge of keeping an eye on Dumbledore. That was where I overheard the prophecy. I was thrilled to have learned of something to actually please the Dark Lord, and to hopefully keep him off of my back. But I was caught and I didn’t get to hear the whole prophecy.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Severus came to me a few weeks later and said that it was James and Lily Potter that Voldemort was going after. He said that their son was in great danger. He felt guilty for telling the Dark Lord about the prophecy. He didn’t want the Potters to lose their son like he had lost his daughter. It was at that moment that he came over to our side for good.”

Snape sighed. “I made a strong protection potion and I gave it to James. I told him to work any other protection spells that he could onto the potion. I told him to make sure that they wore the potion at all times. It would have protected them from death. I had invented it in my early twenties; it makes the person wearing it fall into a deep enchanted sleep that looks like death, if and when they are hit with the killing curse. It lasts for about four hours and then they wake up. But I guess they didn’t wear it. James may have been an enemy of mine, but he was brilliant, and I knew that he had discovered many things about protection spells and ways to stay alive after being hit with the killing curse. He obviously used something on you since he refused to use what I gave him.”

Harry’s mind was running through the memories that he had of his parents and it kept focusing on something that he had seen around his neck when his parents had died that he hadn’t really paid attention to before. “Sir, where is your pensive?”

McGonagall stood up; surprising Harry, who had forgot that she was in the room. She pulled the pensive out of the cupboard and placed it on the desk. “Potter, the pensive belongs to you now.”

Harry nodded. “How do I put a memory in there?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Concentrate on the memory that you want and try to focus the memory onto the tip of your wand.”

Harry did this and a long thin silver wisp came out of his head as he placed it into the pensive. “Watch this.” He said to Snape as they viewed the memory that Harry had of his parents’ death, but this time he noticed the three small glowing bottles wrapped in string and hanging from around Harry’s own neck. “Is that the potion?”

Snape nodded. “Yeah, it looks like your parents gave you all of the protection. Harry, honestly I am on your side. Even your parents trusted me or they never would have put all three bottles on you. They loved you.”

Harry nodded, as he swallowed back tears. His parents could have survived; they actually gave their lives to protect him. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Harry nodded at Snape. “Alright, I trust you, and I just hope it won’t be the biggest mistake of my life.”

Snape managed a small, almost friendly smile. “Thank you, I won’t let you down.”

Harry nodded. “If you invented this potion to keep people from death, then why haven’t you given it to the Ministry of Magic?”

Snape sighed. “I wanted too, but as I am still working for the Dark Lord, I could not. After all, if he got a hold of the potion … don’t worry, Potter, I have made vials for the members of the Order. No one who serves the Dark Lord will get a hold of one.”

Harry nodded. “What are the ingredients to this potion of Voldemort’s?”

“The ingredients are not good. You will have to work very hard to make sure that he doesn’t get them. First off and most importantly, he needs more of your blood and boomslang skin, werewolf claw, unicorn blood, the hair of a hag, and … Potter, you’re going to find this last part horridly disturbing and … well, you’re not going to like it. Hell, I don’t even like it.” Snape replied, hesitating for a moment which even caused Dumbledore to look at him in concern.

“Severus, what is it?” Dumbledore asked.

Snape sighed before he spoke, his voice actually taking on a note of concern. “The love of the enemy. You love Ginny Weasley … possibly even true love? Soul mates? Am I right?”

Harry nodded, as he felt a hole of dread building up in his stomach, was he leading Ginny to danger? “I love her, yes, I feel … complete with her … is my being with her a danger to her?”

Snape shook his head. “No, she’s safer with you then she is without you, but as long as you love her, the Dark Lord can use her. You may not believe me, but I know what love feels like, Potter, it’s not something that can be turned on and turned off at will. By loving her she’s in danger, but that love can also help you out in the future when it comes down to that final battle. Keep her safe, Harry, or the Dark Lord will use her, in fact he’s going to try.”

“Use her how? What does he want with her? What does he have to do? What are the rest of the ingredients? Blood from me and … what from Ginny?” Harry demanded, that dread returning to his gut as he realized just how many ways someone could ‘use’ another person.

Snape gulped. “I gave you all of the ingredients. He has them all, except for what he needs from you and Miss Weasley. You two are the key ingredients. He needs to strip her naked, rub your blood on her, and then drink from her. However, the worst part of it all is that … his actual plan on what he will do … it’s terrible.”

Harry glared at Snape. “Tell me what he wants with her! What’s his plan other than using her as an ingredient? And why must he drink her blood when she’s covered in my blood?”

“By drinking from her blood, which will be mixed with yours, he will kill her, taking the last thing from you, the one person you truly love, which he knows is the source of your power, and he therefore becomes immortal. By doing this he will inherit both your powers as well as the powers of Miss Weasley as well. But he plans to capture her, to use her as bait to lure you there and make you watch as he … as he …” Snape seemed too pained to continue, he was obviously lost in his own thoughts, but the look of utter concern alone for both Harry and Ginny was baffling to Harry.

“TELL ME!”

Snape nodded, and simply blurted it out as if he couldn’t think of another way to get it out. “Once you get there to save Miss Weasley, as he knows you will go, he will tie you up, take away your wand, and slice open your arm, draining enough of your blood to paint over Miss Weasley. Then he will strip her naked and rub the blood over her, drinking from her until she is half gone, before he passes her around to all of his faithful Death Eaters to enjoy sexually before he finishes the task and kills her. Only then will he add the final ingredient, pieces of your soul.”

“What purpose is the rape?” Harry asked, feeling anger and fear for Ginny.

Snape looked ashamed as he spoke. “It does nothing … except of course bring him pleasure. He knows that it will torture you to watch this, so he insists on it, and he prides himself in allowing his Death Eaters a little bit of fun as he would call it. He lives to torment others, Harry, and he knows that that would be the ultimate torment for you.”

Harry squeezed the back of the chair so hard that it broke. Anger welled up inside of him, so strong that he couldn’t stop the sparks from flying from his fingers and breaking the cabinet on the far wall, shattering it into a million pieces.

“Harry, how did you … ?” McGonagall asked, looking shocked at the sudden power that was radiating itself from Harry’s body in waves.

“Excellent,” Dumbledore replied with a smile. “Harry, you can do wandless magic with a power that strong. Minerva, it looks like Harry’s lessons with Remus must be increased; they need to become more intense if he’s harvesting power like that inside of him. Power that strong, Harry, comes from emotion and it can help you defeat him when it comes time, but first you know what you must do.”

McGonagall nodded. “Potter, take the pensive with you. Albus can tell me everything about where your lessons ended last year. Right now, I think you need to calm down.”

Harry simply nodded, he had to keep Ginny safe, no matter what; he wasn’t going to let that bastard lay a hand on her.

“Potter,” Snape said. “Protect her with your life.” Then he placed two bottles of protection potion in his hand. “Keep it with you at all times. To activate the charm on the potion without drinking it, just tap the bottle and say: Protecto. It will protect you as long as you are wearing it.”

Harry managed a small nod before he left the office in a trance-like state and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to just hold Ginny in his arms.

When he walked into the common room, he quickly walked over to Ginny to pull her into his arms. As she wrapped her arms around him, he let himself relax and he buried his face in the crook her neck, surrounded by that glorious silk. She was here; she was safe; nothing else mattered. He pulled back a bit to slip one of the potion bottles around her neck, muttering the incantation before he pulled her back into arms, sitting down in the armchair closest and cuddling her on his lap, holding her tight.

“Harry, what is it?” Ginny asked. “And what am I wearing around my neck?” When he didn’t answer, but merely hugged her tighter, she glanced over at Hermione who was looking at Harry with a look of concern.

Ginny pulled Harry into the Head Boy bedroom followed by Ron and Hermione so that the four of them could talk alone and quietly. She settled him into a chair in the corner and he pulled her back down onto his lap, clinging to her as if his life depended on it. “Harry, are you alright? What happened?”

Harry finally looked at her and managed a small smile. “Ginny?”

Ginny nodded and framed his face with her hands. “I’m right here, sweetheart, now tell me what happened.”

Harry framed her face with his hands. “I love you. I love you so much. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. You know that I’ll never let anything happen to you, right?”

Ginny nodded and kissed his forehead. “I love you, too, now will you please tell me what happened tonight?”

“Yeah, Harry, you’re scaring us.” Ron said as he pulled another chair over to cuddle with Hermione as he sat close to his friend.

Harry put a silencing charm on the room before he began. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you guys. I just had a very interesting, disturbing, and heartbreaking evening.” Then he began to tell them exactly what had happened since he went into McGonagall’s office, however he altered the part about Ginny, simply saying that Voldemort needed her blood to become immortal, leaving out everything about her death and his plan for her.

“Shit,” Ron said. “Well, now we’ve got a bigger problem then simply finding the horcruxes.”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, but not necessarily. Harry and Ginny just have to stay together and not allow Voldemort a chance to get to them.”

“Exactly.” Harry replied before turning to look at Ginny. “Snape said that Voldemort will try to use you to get to me. Keep this protection on at all times. It will protect you from any type of possession, from Voldemort entering you’re mind, and from death, as well as curses and such. Promise me that you will never take it off.”

Ginny nodded. “I promise.” She kissed him softly, letting the kiss linger a bit until Hermione spoke up.

“Harry, listen, it’s late, and I think that we all need to get some sleep. Ginny, I’ll take you upstairs since Harry can’t. It will ease his mind.”

Harry nodded. He kissed Ginny again, this time more deeply, bathing in her warmth. When she stood up he sighed before watching Hermione usher her out. “Thanks Hermione. Goodnight Ginny.”

Hermione smiled at him. “No problem. Goodnight, you two.”

“Goodnight Harry.” Ginny said as she followed Hermione out of the room.

Harry turned to Ron, quickly placing the silence charm on the door again. “Ron, I left something out that I think you should know, but not the girls.”

“What?” Ron said, looking up quickly at his friend. “If you don’t want them to know, then its bad, isn’t it?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, very bad.” He hurriedly told Ron all about Voldemort’s true plan for Ginny, not leaving anything out this time. “I won’t let him touch her, Ron, I promise.”

“Harry, if he so much as lays a finger on my baby sister, you won’t be alone in killing him. I won’t stand around and watch him hurt her again.” Ron declared angrily, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Harry smiled. “I know.” He stood up and took a deep breath. “I better head to bed too, goodnight Ron.”

“Yeah, goodnight. I promise, I won’t tell the girls either.”

Harry grinned. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

He left the room and headed up the stairs to his dormitory. Seamus, Dean, and Neville were already sleeping soundly and he could hear Neville’s familiar snores coming from his bed. He did his routine workout before he climbed into bed and found himself plagued by dreams. Dreams of Ginny being tortured; being raped over and over again. He woke up in a cold sweat and couldn’t bring himself to go back to sleep, too afraid of seeing the dream again. Instead he pulled out some of his homework and headed downstairs into the common room; he would at least be productive for the evening.

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