Harry & Ginny
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Sharptooth - Harry Potter and Destiny's Shadow
Chapter 2 - The Singers and the Songbird
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Chapter Two: The Singers and the Songbird
It was later in the day when they all got to the Potter Estate. Lupin had arranged for a group from the Order to escort them home. Thus, it was an exhausted group that walked into the household. They looked around in awe, taking in the ornate craftsmanship that went into the wood working. Ron, especially, seemed to appreciate the home. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had anything like it when he was growing up.
"Harry, may I speak to you in private for a minute?" Remus whispered in his ear.
"Sure, let's go into the study." They walked in, closing the door. "What did you need, Remus?"
"Harry, how did you leave? I found your broomstick in the walk-in. You didn't walk out of here, I asked the gate, and it said that none had passed. We don't have any portkeys here, and you can't disapperate here. Now, what did you do?" he asked, looking at his young charge.
"I'm not sure, Remus. I think it's kind of like what Dobby does. House-elves don't disapparate, they simply travel. Look, I was going nuts here. I found a need, and I filled it. I don't know how, but at least I know I can do it. Now, if you don't mind, I'm tired, and I need to spend some time with Ginny before I go to sleep." This last was said with perhaps a little more anger than Harry had intended. He spun on his heel and walked out the door, leaving Lupin scratching his head.
"Hey guys, you'll find bedrooms upstairs on each of the two top levels. I have the master suite at the top floor, and Remus and Tonks are in the last bedroom on the second floor. Make whatever sleeping arrangements work for you. I'm frankly too tired to care. If you'd like we can meet tomorrow morning for breakfast." He turned to head for the stairs, and stopped, turning back to face them, "I'm sorry, I'm so glad you guys are here. It's like a huge weight is off of me. I love you all. Ginny, could I see you for a little while?"
"I was wondering when you were going to get around to me, Potter. Of course I'll come with you. Good night all." She waved to everyone, and, grabbing Harry's arm went up the stairs with him.
They went into his bedroom, and Ginny's eyes went wide. "Wow, this is something else. Quite a spread you have here, Potter."
"You like it? It's yours, you know. I'm just glad you approve."
"What do you mean, it's mine?"
"Think about it Ginny, you said yes. Therefore, whatever I have is yours. All of it, every last bit. What's mine is yours. The only thing left to make it all official is for you to take my name. You already have my soul. I signed your form and all."
"Are you really that tired, Harry?" she asked, a mischievous grin coming to her lips.
"Well, I am tired, but I think I could spare you some time. Maybe even ten minutes."
"Alright, how about twenty?"
"Better make it a couple of hours. You're going to be lucky if you wake up tomorrow. We've got a lot of missed time to make up for." She crossed the distance between them, gently pushing him down onto the bed.
"Erm… Gin, what are you doing?"
"Correcting a prior mistake. I'm going to leave my mark on you, Potter. From now on, nobody messes with you. You're mine."
"Oh? And is this correction going to be with or without my consent?"
"Does it matter?" she asked, widening the link they shared.
"Not at all," he said, hooking his fingers in her belt loops and pulling her roughly to him. "Not at all." He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, eliciting a low groan from her lips.
Harry woke the next morning to find Ginny already awake and gazing at him. "Good morning, beautiful" he said, pulling her down for a kiss. "Don't you think you should get dressed? If you don't, we aren't going to get very far today. I wouldn't doubt it if your brother boils me in my own grease after last night, even if we get down there before everyone else."
"You just let me worry about Ron. I'll just remind him about Hermione, and he'll fall in line. Now, what to wear? I didn't bring a lot with me."
"Why don't you look in the closet? I bet you'll find quite a surprise."
She crossed the floor to the closet and pulled it open, ignoring the low moan that came from the bed as she padded barefoot across the floor. When she saw what was in the closet, her jaw dropped. "Harry, where did you get all these clothes? There must be just about every type of women's clothing in here."
"They're all in your size. I checked," he replied. "Just one of the perks of having Dobby here. He looks after details. Worth every knut."
She looked through the clothes for a while, and finally settled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that read 'I'm his golden snitch.' "Come on, lets get downstairs. I worked up an appetite last night.
"She's back!" he thought, with a little thrill running through him. He quickly pulled on some clothes and followed her down to the dining room.
They were all sitting out on the huge patio, enjoying the morning when Bill and Fleur showed up. Quickly shifting seats to accommodate them, they settled into a light conversation. There were ten of them there, Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, Neville and Luna, Remus and Tonks, and Bill and Fleur.
"So, Harry, nice place you have here," Bill started, "how do you like it?"
"It's great, well, even better now that we're all back together. I'm still trying to figure out why we all suffered from such bad depression when we were separated like that. Have you ever heard of a curse like that?"
"No, how about you, Fleur?"
"No, Beel, I haz not heard of such a theeng."
"It might be something concerned with the prophesy, Harry," said Lupin.
"Yeah, Harry, remember, it made it sound like you guys were all tied together somehow. Maybe you need each other to be successful," Tonks added.
"I don't know, but I'd sure like to ask Professor Dumbledore for his opinion," Hermione chipped in.
"I bet he cast some powerful love charm on us," said Luna dreamily.
"You think so?" asked Neville, gazing fondly at her.
"Well," she started, "It sure worked on us."
They were interrupted by the appearance of a strange, unearthly music. It seemed to be coming from somewhere in the sky. Harry's heart leapt. He had heard this music before. He scanned the sky, and finally pointed to a small red bird making its way toward them. As it grew in appearance, Ginny said "Fawkes?"
Dumbledore's phoenix flew down towards them, landing on Ginny's lap. Harry reached over and petted him. "What are you doing here, Fawkes?"
As if in answer, Fawkes looked over at him, and let out a little trilling sound. He turned and looked at Ginny, catching her eye. The unearthly trilling increased until it became a full blown song. As it did, Ginny, as if entranced started to match the wordless song, the melody catching in her throat and spilling out over her lips.
Harry's head snapped back, and he went rigid. Every muscle in his body tensed up, throwing his arms and legs outward. His eyes rolled back into his head, and images started to form in his mind.
Ron was there, in front of Hogwarts, his wand in one hand, and a glowing broad sword in the other. He swept the sword down and yelled something. He started charging down the hill towards Hagrid's hut, and a hoard of fire spirits poured out of the castle behind him, their heads thrown back, and unearthly howls coming out of their mouths as they followed him.
Another feminine voice joined in as Luna caught up the song and the vision changed.
There was Professor Snape, writhing on the ground, screams echoing from the walls as a gaunt black haired woman pointed her wand at him.
A masculine voice joined now. Lupin was singing. Again the vision changed.
Harry was holding Ginny's limp form in his arms, while Ron and Luna were off to the side, each helping to support Neville. They were all covered in soot. Standing a little in front of them was Hermione, her hair streaming out behind her, her face a mask of hatred and rage as she blasted towards a ring of wizards in Ministry robes.
Hermione was singing now.
It was and aerial view and there was Dumbledore, flanked by Moody and Shacklebolt. They were surrounded on all sides by a huge army of dark creatures. Approaching them from one direction was Voldemort and a small group of his Death Eaters.
Bill had joined now.
Harry was standing over a well, looking down into it. A face was appearing in it, a face with long dirty black hair, and a beard and mustache.
Fleur picked up the song.
There was Harry again, seemingly cloaked in shadow, his head thrown back in laughter. In the background, Ginny stood singing.
Ron added his voice to the song.
A great black dog rising from the ground, shaking off ashes and dashing off towards something in the foreground.
Tonks was caught up in harmony.
Draco Malfoy, standing over a small, dark haired, pug faced girl, the large purpling bruises standing out on her cheeks, a cruel smile on his lips.
At last Neville joined in.
Voldemort and Harry locked in mortal combat, a curse on Voldemort's lips, Harry's head thrown back in laughter.
And then, as suddenly as it started, the phoenix song ended. Harry collapsed in a heap, with Ginny following him. All around them, people were shaking their heads to clear them. Ginny stirred and picked up her head, "What happened?" she asked innocently.
Nobody had an answer as Fawkes flew off.
Author's Note: Cue eerie music... The story recommedation for the chapter is "The Bonded Heir" by ProfessorChris. H/G, and just as much fun this time as it was the first time I read it...