- Rating:
- G
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Ships:
- Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter
- Characters:
- Harry Potter
- Genres:
- Romance General
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
-
Published: 05/29/2004Updated: 03/15/2006Words: 8,898Chapters: 4Hits: 1,069
Beginnings
Ravenwood240
- Story Summary:
- Fluff alert! This is a one shot story that's been running around in my head for awhile now. In the Prophecy stories, Harry and Ginny are together, and this is the beginning of how they got together. Not at all like most of my work.
Chapter 01a - Beginnings
- Chapter Summary:
- In my AU Prophecy, Harry and Ginny are Married. This is how they started down the road that led to the opening of Prophecy.
- Posted:
- 05/29/2004
- Hits:
- 505
Beginnings
Harry sat in the
small grove of trees overlooking the lake.
Few people came here, and it had become his refuge from the world.
He was looking at the lake, but his mind was seeing Sirius falling again. He sighed heavily, and stared out at the setting
sun, wondering if he'd ever forgive himself for allowing Voldemort to play with
his mind. If not for that, Sirius would
still be here to help Harry deal with one simple fact.
If Harry wanted to live, he would have to kill a man. Yes, Voldemort was evil, and nobody would blame Harry for it, but
the thought of killing anyone was still disturbing.
Harry stood up, and headed for the castle as the sun slid over the horizon,
leaving the world in that twilight time, when the light was diffused and dim,
allowing the thoughts to run free.
He paused as he heard a voice, and on a whim, he followed the vaguely familiar
sound.
In a small hollow screened by a few trees, he found Ginny Weasley sitting on
her heels, talking to a small bunny rabbit she was feeding.
Harry stopped, not wanting to intrude, and not really in the mood for company,
until he heard what Ginny was saying.
"Life would be so
much easier if I was a rabbit. Nothing
to worry about, and no worries about being loved, or liked. Rabbits don't worry about Dark
Wizards," she confided to the bunny, "or if the people they love are
going to die."
Harry felt a flash of anger that he quickly suppressed. Ginny didn't even know he was there, and she
had every right to be worried. With so
many of her family involved in the fight against Voldemort, she was almost
certain to lose someone she loved.
Harry turned and walked away, lost in thought, and not even hearing the small
branch breaking under his foot, or seeing Ginny's head pop up and watch him
walk away.
Late that night, Harry descended the stairs and sat before the fireplace in the
Gryffindor common room, staring at the shapes that danced in the flames.
He had woken from a nightmare that was becoming all too familiar. In the dream, he watched Sirius fall through
the doorway again, and every time, he couldn't do anything about it, even when
he was right next to Sirius.
Tears ran down his face as he thought about the man that had meant so much, and
suffered so much for Harry and his parents.
He jumped as a moan from a dark corner startled him. He looked at the wand in his hand, and put it away. Taking a tissue from the box on the end
table, he went to see what or who was over there.
Harry found Ginny curled up on a loveseat, surrounded by papers and notes, as
well as books and other things. He
noted in passing that she had apparently been working on a potions essay when
she fell asleep.
He was about to shake her awake when another moan and a couple of words stopped
him.
"No. Please Tom, don't make do this."
Harry froze, and his mind flashed on the scene in the Chamber of Secrets. He waited, wanting to know if some part of
Ginny was still under his sway, or if she was merely reliving that terrible
year.
A few minutes of listening convinced him that it was only a memory that
bothered her, and he bent over her to wake her up.
"Ginny, wake
up." Harry spoke softly as he shook her
shoulder gently. Ginny opened her eyes,
her mind still caught in the nightmare that had gripped her.
With the nightmare, and Ginny not being quite awake yet, the explosion that
followed could have been foretold by anyone.
Ginny opened her eyes, feeling someone's hand on her shoulder, and she looked
up, still caught in that time between sleep and waking, looking for one of her
family.
In the dim light, she could only tell two things. The man bending over her was not a redhead, and he looked an
awful lot like her dream memories of Tom Riddle.
The thought that she wasn't awake yet, and Tom was about to take her over again
flashed through her mind, and she reacted as the DA training had taught her.
Rolling off the loveseat, she pulled her wand.
Not expecting to be attacked by Ginny in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was
a beat too slow, and before he really knew what was happening, he was waking
up.
He blinked, feeling the headache that meant he'd been stunned. He looked up at Ginny, who was hastily
putting her wand away, and the memory of what had happened came back in a rush.
"I'm so
sorry" Ginny said in a rush, "It's just that I was having a bad
dream, and I'm not used to being woken by men that don't have red hair, and I
wasn't all the way awake yet..."
Ginny quieted as Harry began smiling, and then broke out laughing helplessly.
She stared at him in bewilderment, wondering if she'd doe something to his
mind.
Harry finally stopped and grinned at Ginny, an expression that made her heart
leap.
"Here I am, the
Boy that Lived, future Saver of the World, and All Around Hero," said
Harry in a voice that was still laughing, "and a little girl, who's barely
awake can take me out."
Ginny stared at him, feeling her cheeks redden. She wasn't sure if she should laugh with him, or hit him.
Finally, she decided on a different tactic.
She smiled at Harry, putting everything she had ever felt for him in
that smile, and watched with delight as his eyes suddenly changed. She straddled him, and bent down low, so
that her lips barely brushed his, and spoke.
"All I can say,
Harry, is that you're in worse shape than I thought, if you think I'm a little
girl." Ginny stood up, and left without
even gathering her books, disappearing up the girl's stairs before the
befuddled Harry could do anything but think about the feel of Ginny straddling
him, and the brush of her lips on his.
Harry stared at the stairs that Ginny had gone up, his mind whirling as he
rapidly realigned facts in his head.
He wondered exactly when Ginny had become a woman, because the body that had
just rubbed his in various places and ways had most certainly not been the stick
figure, skinny and mostly neuter that he'd helped out of the Chamber.
He sat up, and looked at the books and papers scattered around. He smiled then, and picked everything up,
placing it on a table for Ginny to find.
He paused, trying to find something to leave with the books, an apology for not
noticing her, but the only thing in his pocket was the card from the Chocolate
Frog he'd eaten at lunch, and he ran up the stairs, looking for something in
his trunk.
He finally found a Muggle lollipop in the bottom of the trunk. He hesitated, but there wasn't anything
else, and he took it back down stairs, leaving it on the books.
Harry went to bed, feeling better than he had in several months.