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16th-Jun-2012 06:57 pm - Remember - Chapter 2 - Memory Charms
Harry slowly raised his head. He was lying on the sofa in Remus's study. He tried to sit up, but was immediately overcome with dizziness. He felt hands on his shoulders gently holding him down.

"What happened?" His head ached intensely.

"I don't know. I was hoping you could tell us. As far as I can tell you started screaming, then you passed out." Remus replied.

Harry sat up slowly as the dizziness receded. "I was looking at that carving on the wall. It reminded me of something I've seen before, but when I tried to remember where I'd seen it before, I got a blinding headache and I guess I passed out."

Remus got up to look at the carving. "The two snakes intertwined. I don't think I've ever seen it before either. Dora, have you?"

Tonks looked up from her seat next to Harry, "No, I don't think I have. Do you remember when it got cleaned up?"

Remus thought for a minute, "Sometime around Easter I think. Harry, do you think you've seen it here?"

Harry thought about it, his eyes resting on the carving. "I don't think it was here, but when I try to remember my head hurts. Not like a Voldemort headache, but just a really bad headache. I can see flashes, but I can't tell what they are. I feel…scared or worried I can't tell which."

Harry looked up in time to see Remus and Tonks exchange worried glances.

"What's wrong?"

Remus came over and sat next to Harry, "Harry what you are describing sounds like someone has tampered with your memory."

"What? Why…How" Harry couldn't even think of the appropriate questions to ask.

Tonks stood up, "Harry, I'm going to invite my mum to come over. She is a healer and will be able to tell us if your memory has been tampered with."

Remus nodded in agreement.
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Andromeda Tonks smiled as she watched her young patient leave. She truly enjoyed being a healer, she loved the feeling that she was able to help people. She glanced at her appointment book; she didn't have another appointment until early afternoon. Andromeda stood and walked out into the courtyard that separated her office from the home she shared with her husband, Ted.

Ted had said he might be home for lunch, so Andromeda walked over to the house. Before she reached the door, she heard the pop of an apparition. She turned to see her daughter, Nymphadora, standing there.

"Mum, I'm so glad you are here. I need your help."

"Of course, darling. What do you need? Come in."

"No, it's not me. Here, I need you to look at this paper."

Tonks handed her mother a piece of paper that read – The Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is 12 Grimmauld Place.

Andromeda looked confused for a moment, "The old Black house? It's under a Fidelus charm?" she asked.

"Yes, I need you to see someone there. Can you come now? I can't really explain anything here. Oh and can you bring something for a headache?"

"Of course, just give me a moment."

Andromeda went back into her office. She grabbed her bag of common potions and told her secretary she would be out for a while.

Tonks stood waiting by the apparition site. "Ready? You know where it is right?"

"Yes, Nymphadora, I visited there as a child."

Tonks rolled her eye at her mother's use of her first name, but did not comment. "Okay, let's go."

Remus waited anxiously while Andromeda examined Harry. His mind was racing. Who could have put a memory charm on Harry and more importantly why? Had this happened last month during the fight at Hogwarts?

Andromeda ran her wand over Harry several times. Harry didn't understand most of the spells she was casting, but neither Remus nor Tonks seemed alarmed. Luckily Remus had thought to tell Harry how much Andromeda looked like her sister, Bellatrix, before she arrived. The resemblance was a bit unnerving.

Andromeda looked at Harry, "Explain to me again what happened."

"I was looking at that carving," Harry started pointing to the carving behind them, "and it seemed very familiar. But when I tried to remember were I've seen it before I got a really bad headache."

"So it was the trying to remember that gave you the headache?"

"Yes."

Andromeda seemed lost in thought.

Harry looked at Remus before asking, "So, what does this mean?"

"Harry, you have had a very powerful memory charm placed on you. I can tell it was placed on you sometime in the last ten years, but I want to ask you a few questions to see if I can narrow down when the charm was placed. Is that okay?"

Harry glanced at Remus, who nodded. "Alright, but first what is a memory charm? How does it work?"

"Well, it depends on what kind of memory charm is placed. Oblivate is a very strong charm that will wipe out your memory; it is usually cast against an event or series of related events. The strength of the charm depends on the strength of the magic of the person who cast the charm. However, the charm is not fool proof. A powerful wizard can break a memory charm that has been placed on them or someone else. The charm doesn't get rid of the memory, it just makes it harder to find. There are other charms that can modify your memory, but based on what I see I think you were obliviated."

Harry was horrified; someone was messing around with his memory?

Andromeda tried to smile reassuringly at Harry, "It will be ok. Let's see if we can get some answers, ok?"

An hour later, they had narrowed the event down to Harry's second year at Hogwarts. Whenever he tried to remember anything but the most basic facts about that year, he started with another headache.

Remus was stunned. Why would anyone do such a thing? He thought back to the year he taught at Hogwarts, Harry's third year. He tried to remember if he'd heard anyone talking about something that had happened the previous year.

"Harry, do you remember Professor Lockhart?"

Harry thought for a minute, "Not really. I know he was the Defence professor my second year, but I don't remember anything about his classes.

Remus frowned. "Do you remember Ron and Hermione? You three always seem to be up to some adventure or another."

Harry thought about it, "I remember them, but nothing like the other years."

Remus sat back wondering what could have been so bad, that someone would tamper with his memory. Harry remembered the Dementors, the Tri-wizard tournament, and Sirius's death, what else had possibly happened that was worse than any of those events.

"Instead of trying to remember anything big from that year, do you remember any Quidditch games that year?"

Harry smiled, "Yeah, I remember beating Slytherin…and …wait a minute…something about breaking my arm? I don't remember anything else."

Andromeda cast another spell, "Well, you regrew all the bones in your arm around that time."

"What? I don't remember that." Harry exclaimed.

"Is there anything else strange or unusual that you can remember?" asked Andromeda.

Harry shifted guiltily. He could think of one thing that had been happening since his second year, but he really didn't want to talk about that.

Tonks watched Harry carefully. "Harry, I can tell there is something else. Please we are only trying to help you."

Harry sighed, "Okay, I think this might be related. Starting sometime before my third year, I've been having dreams about … Do I have to? This is embarrassing."

"Harry, come on just tell us."

Harry glared at Remus for a minute. "I've been having these dreams, only I don't know if they are dreams. It's sort of like when I see into Voldemort's thoughts, but it's not bad. It is always the same girl." Harry stopped for a minute as if waiting for someone to say something. No one did, so he continued, "I don't know who she is, I'm pretty sure I've never met her before, but I also feel like I know her. It's hard to explain."

Remus watched Harry intently, "What happens in these dreams?"

"Just ordinary stuff, I see her going to class and playing Quidditch. Sometimes I'm in her dreams, I think and I know she's …I don't know how to explain it, but I think she's joined me in mine."

"What do you mean she's joined you?"

Harry flushed a little, "Last summer when I kept having nightmares about Sirius or the summer before when I had nightmares about Cedric's death, she would … I don't know come and sit with me and tell me it wasn't my fault, that kind of thing. Sometimes we talk in these dreams, but I don't know her name. It's like I feel safe with her, I can tell her anything."

Harry could see the astonished expressions on the others faces. "See this is why I never told anyone. It isn't normal."

"Harry, this could be very important. Can you describe her to me? Do she always look the same?"

Harry thought about it, "She's always the same person if that's what you mean, but she's gotten older just like I have. She's about my age, shorter then I am, about up to here." Harry gestured to a level about even with his chest. He blushed a bit. "She's…she's really beautiful. She has this beautiful long red hair and big brown eyes."

Andromeda had been content to let Remus ask the questions, but now she broke in with one of her own. "Harry, how do you think she is related to your memory loss?"

Harry looked confused, "I don't really know. It's just…When I think of her, if I think too hard and try to remember I get the same kind of headaches."

Andromeda nodded. "I think you should try to find her. Somehow I think she is related to whatever happened."

"Who do you think could have placed the memory charm?" Remus asked.

Andromeda shook her head, "I don't know, but it would have to be a powerful wizard. Harry is a powerful wizard in his own right, so in order to overcome his mind and replace a whole year it would take a very powerful wizard."

Andromeda took out her wand again, "Let me see if I can get any type of reading on who may have done this." She waved her wand over Harry in a rather complex manner, a look of shock crossed over her face.

"Merlin, I don't think you will like this, but in addition to the memory charm I think someone has bound his powers."

There was an outburst in the room as everyone started talking at once. Harry stared at Andromeda. "What do you mean bound my powers?"

Andromeda explained, "When children are very powerfully magic, it is not uncommon for parents to bind their powers until they get older. But the child's powers are usually unbound before they go to school."

Remus shook his head, "James hated the practice of binding a child's power. He never would have bound Harry's powers. Neither he nor Lily ever mentioned it at all."

Tonks had been quiet during the whole conversation. She had listened in horror as Harry recounted his years at Hogwarts; it was amazing that he had survived. One question kept coming back to her, "So who could have done this?"

Andromeda offered, "This block is not that old. I think it may have actually been placed when he got to Hogwarts or maybe when the memory charm was placed. I don't know if they were placed at the same time, but they were placed by the same person."

Remus and Harry looked up at the same time, "Dumbledore."

Tonks looked shocked, "Professor Dumbledore? Why would he do this to Harry?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know, but he's the most powerful wizard I know and he's kept things from me before. My whole fifth year he avoided me and …"Harry trailed off as he was reluctant to mention the prophecy in front of Andromeda.

Remus nodded, "I don't think Albus means Harry any harm, but he has not always acted in Harry's best interest."

Andromeda added, "I don't know about his interactions with Harry, but not only is Albus Dumbledore capable of casting both spells; he does love his secrets."

"So how do I get rid of them?"Harry asked.

"I don't know about the memory charm. I think the headaches are to warn you away from thoughts and memories that they wanted erased. The fact that you have had these headaches might indicate that you are starting to break through the charm on your own. I would try to find the girl, maybe together you will remember what happened."

Harry nodded, "What about the bind on my powers?"

"I can unbind them now. But it will tire you out, if I do it now you will probably sleep until tomorrow morning."

Harry looked at Remus, "Can I stay here? I know I was supposed to go back to the Dursley's but I really want to find out what is going on."

"Of course Harry. After all, this is your house. I had the master bedroom redone, I saved it for you. Why don't you go up there and Andromeda can perform the charm there. In the morning we can decide what to do."

Harry agreed and soon found himself on the bed in the master bedroom. Andromeda waved her wand and started an incantation. Harry felt a burst of energy flicker through him, then a wave a magic seemed to shoot right out of him. Unknown to Harry, he was bathed in a golden glow; then he lost consciousness.

After Tonks had seen her mother home, she joined Remus in the kitchen.

"What on earth is going on? Why do you think Dumbledore is behind all of this?" she asked.

Remus starred off into the fire for a moment before answering. "I admire and respect Albus Dumbledore. As the leader of the Order of the Phoenix during both wars I think he's done a great job, but I think his judgment is a little off when it comes to Harry."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when Harry told us about the prophecy? How Albus told Harry he had put off telling him about the prophecy? He should have told him long before he did. I still think that if Albus had been a little more open with Harry that year, Sirius might never have died." Remus sighed. "There are just so many little things: he never checked on Harry after he left him with his relatives, he let Snape 'teach' Harry Occlumency even though he knew Snape hated Harry, he let Delores Umbridge torture the students, there are just so many things that I don't understand."
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Ginny twisted around in the mirror to see her reflection from all sides. All in all the dress wasn't bad, it was a beautiful golden color with a fitted bodice, a deep neckline and it flared out at the hips. She looked over to find both Gabrielle and Madam Delacour watching her nervously.

"I think it's great."

She could see them both heave a sigh of relief. Ginny, Gabrielle, and Madam Delacour had been tasked with the job of finding bridesmaid dresses for the upcoming wedding of Fleur Delacour and Ginny's oldest brother, Bill Weasley. They had been trying on dresses for hours. Fleur had given them some general guidelines, but it had still been a long day.

"Bon, that is wonderful Ginny." Madam Delacour replied.

"Oui, now that this done, let's go get some lunch." Gabrielle had been complaining she was hungry for the last hour.

Ginny grinned, "Yes, let's get out of here."

Ginny had known of Fleur, after all Fleur had been Beauxbaton's champion in the Tri-Wizard tournament two years earlier, but they had never met. When Bill and Fleur announced their engagement last summer, Ginny had initially been thrilled for them. She and Gabrielle got along fairly well despite their age difference and they had gotten the chance to know each other quite well over the past year. The Delacours had invited Ginny to several family functions and she enjoyed spending time with them.

Unfortunately Fleur and Ginny did not get along as well. Fleur had a habit of treating Ginny as though she was about three years old and she was forever telling her that she would never catch a man playing Quidditch all the time. Needless to say Ginny was not impressed. Ginny's opinion had started to rise when she heard from her mother that Fleur had not left Bill's side once during his convalescence.

The three left the dress shop and turned down Rue de Magique, Paris's version of Diagon Alley. Ginny loved the excitement of Magical Paris, but she could see the events in England were starting to spill over to Paris. People were hurrying through the streets more quickly and less people were taking time to stop and talk. There had been a steady trickle of immigrants from England, mostly Muggle-Born families.

After they were seated at a sidewalk café and had ordered their lunch, Gabrielle leaned over to Ginny, "So are you feeling better?"

Ginny grimaced looking out over the street. She still wasn't sure exactly what had happened the day before; she had been out flying after her run in with Luc. After she had gone through several chaser routines, she was suddenly hit with a blinding headache. Before she could land her broom, she had passed out. Luckily she had only been a few feet off the ground, so she had not been badly injured. She still didn't understand what had happened. Madam Fournier had suggested perhaps the sun had gotten to her, Ginny didn't think that was it but didn't want to cause a fuss.

"I feel fine. I still don't understand what happened. I was feeling fine then wham this horrible headache. I've been fine since then."

As the food came to the table, the subject was changed and the three enjoyed the day in Paris.
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Harry woke the next morning feeling fine. He had no trace of the headache left and he was feeling rather hungry. The house was still silent as he made his way to the basement kitchen. Harry lit the stove and started making breakfast. The Dursleys had him making breakfast since he was a child, but he strangely found he enjoyed making breakfast as long as it wasn't for the Dursleys.

He soon had eggs and sausage sizzling on the stove and muffins in the oven. Drawn by the aroma of a good breakfast, Tonks and Remus soon joined him.

"Good morning, Harry," mumbled Tonks as she stumbled into the kitchen.

Remus looked over to where Harry was pulling the muffins out of the oven, "Morning, cub. You didn't have to do all of this."

Harry smiled as he slid the last of the food onto the table and sat down to join them. "Good morning. I don't mind Remus, I like making breakfast."

After enjoying breakfast in a comfortable silence, Remus turned to Harry, "So how are you feeling this morning?"

"I feel great. No headache or anything, I feel really well rested."

"Have you thought anymore about this girl?"

Harry colored slightly, "Yeah, I don't recognize any of the places I've seen her in."

"Can you describe any of these places?" Tonks asked.

Harry thought for a minute, "The place I usually see her is at her school. It's a big castle, but not like Hogwarts…Hogwarts is more like a fortress, this castle looks more like it belongs in a fairy tale."

Remus and Tonks exchanged a look, "Could it be Beauxbatons?"

"Beauxbatons, in France?" Harry looked surprised, "Yeah, it could be. I never thought about that. Of course, I didn't really think she was real."

Remus laughed, "I have a friend, Daniel Richards, who taught Defence Against the Dark Arts at Beauxbatons last year. I met him when I did some work for the Order in France. Maybe if you could describe her to him, he might recognize her."

"Okay, if you think that might work. Do you know where he is?"

"I'll send out an owl today. We need to get your things from Privet Drive. I'd feel more comfortable with you staying here. We don't know who did this to you and I don't want you so far away."

Harry's face lit up. "I can leave the Dursley's early? That's brilliant. Let me get dressed and we'll go get my stuff."

By early afternoon, Harry and Remus had retrieved all of Harry's belongings from the Dursley's and sent Hedwig out with a message for Daniel Richards.

Harry had just finished settling his things in his room when Remus joined him. "Harry, I've been thinking. Because of the security issues, we should recast a Fidelius charm."

Harry looked puzzled."How can we do that? I thought Professor Dumbledore was the secret keeper."

"Sirius asked him to be the secret keeper and we have never changed it, but you own this place now. You can change the secret keeper and we can recast the wards to keep out everyone but the three of us." Remus replied.

Harry wandered around his new room while he thought about what Remus had said. "I hate not knowing who did this to me. I don't feel like I know who I can trust." He looked up at Remus, "I want you to be my secret keeper. Who can cast the spell?"

Remus thought about it for a minute. "I feel the same way you do; I wish I knew who we could trust to cast the spell. I don't really want any of the Order to know about this until after it happens."

"Wouldn't make sense to pick a new secret keeper now? Professor Dumbledore was injured in his duel with Snape and I'll be seventeen next month, so it would make sense that I would want to recast the Fidelius. We don't have to tell them about recasting the wards."

Remus smiled, "That's brilliant Harry. If I could pick anyone it would be Filius Flitwick."
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Albus Dumbledore was feeling every minute of his age. He had been betrayed by a man he had vouched for over and over again. He was slowly recovering from his injuries received during that duel. He was acutely aware that if Harry had not intervened, Severus may have won.

That brought him to another concern, Harry Potter. The wards around the Dursley's had failed, but the Dursley's had been moved to a secure location thanks to Nymphadora Tonks. Harry on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. Albus suspected that he was with Remus Lupin but he couldn't remember where Remus lived.
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Three days after Harry moved into Grimmauld Place, Remus and Harry traveled to Paris to meet with Daniel. Harry was traveling as Harry Black. Remus had performed a few glamour charms that would help hide his identity.

Harry had never left Great Britain and was enthralled by Magical Paris. He was hoping they would get to do some sightseeing before they had to leave. Rue de Magique was similar to Diagon Alley; the entrance was through a wizarding pub, Le Chaudron Rouille. Daniel had secured a private room in the back of the pub.

Daniel was not at all what Harry had expected. He was young, no more than 25 years old, with sandy blond hair and an open friendly smile.

"Remus my friend, welcome to Paris." Exclaimed Daniel as he shook Remus's hand.

Remus greeted his friend then introduced Harry. "Daniel, this is my godson, Harry Black. Harry, this is Daniel Richards."

Harry shook hands with Daniel, "Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us."

Daniel smiled as they all took a seat around the table. "Please call me Daniel. I must say I was very intrigued to get your message Remus. What can I do to help you?"

Remus drew his wand and cast locking and silencing charms at the door. "Can you tell me where we met?"

Daniel smiled, "We met in Hogsmeade at the Hog's Head. Together we traveled to Calais to look up some old friends. And you my friend, what was our signal during our 'adventure'?"

Remus laughed, "Our signal was a sprig of Wolf's Bane."

He gestured towards Harry, "I cannot tell you all the details, but my godson needs to find a young woman whom we believe to be a student at Beauxbatons. We were hoping you could help us."

Daniel looked at Harry with interest. He had gotten to know Remus Lupin through the Order, but he didn't remember a godson.

"Forgive me Remus, but I don't remember you mentioning a godson before."

Remus and Harry exchanged a glance, Harry nodded. Remus pulled his wand and canceled the glamours on Harry.

"Daniel, meet Harry Potter. Sirius Black was his godfather, I sort of… inherited Harry."

Daniel recognized Harry as soon as Remus had canceled the glamours. He wasn't sure if he believed Harry was the "Chosen One" as the papers were calling him, but there was no denying what he'd done so far.

Daniel nodded, "So what is this about a student?"

Remus let Harry take this question, "We uncovered evidence that one of your students may have witnessed an event and we need more details. I'm sorry we can't be more forthcoming, but it's better for everyone that fewer people know the details."

Daniel watched him through a narrowed gaze."I can't promise anything, but what can you tell me about her?"

Harry answered, "She's about my age sixteen. She's about 5'2" with long red hair, big brown eyes and she plays Quidditch. I think she may be on one of the house teams."

Daniel nodded, "If I tell you who she is, what will you do?"

"Go find her. I need to talk to her. I promise we are not planning to harm her," answered Harry promptly.

"I'm surprised you travelled all the way to Paris to find her, most of her family is in the Order. You described Ginny Weasley."

Remus and Harry sat speechless, Ginny Weasley. Remus collected his thoughts, "I've never met Miss Weasley. I have met most of her family. Do you know where we might find her?"

"You are in luck. Miss Weasley will be attending Quidditch camp near Marseille starting next week," Daniel replied.

He handed Remus a copy of La Plume Doré, the French wizarding paper. "There's an article in here about the camp. The members of the Beauxbatons house teams have an automatic spot, but they are holding open auditions next week."
16th-Jun-2012 06:49 pm - Remember - Chapter 1 - The Carving
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings, I am merely playing in her universe

Ginny Weasley stumbled her way down to the Dining Chamber, her best friend Aimée Fournier was waiting at their usual table.

"Bon jour m'amie, you're late. I didn't think you would make it down to breakfast."

Ginny smiled, "I didn't think I would make it either. I just couldn't wake up this morning."

Ginny grabbed some toast, fruit, and yogurt from the table. "I am so glad that exams are over. Can you believe that at Hogwarts, they take their O.W.L.s at the end of their fifth year? I'm so glad we have another year before our exams."

Ginny and Aimée were finishing their fifth year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Ginny loved Beauxbatons. She had been taught at home for her first year, but then she was offered a scholarship to attend Beauxbatons. It had been a little intimidating at first, she'd never been away from home before, she couldn't speak any French, and she had missed her brothers; but now she couldn't imagine anything different. She and Aimée had become great friends.

Aimée laughed, "I agree, I can't imagine taking such important exams right now either."

The girls looked up as the morning owls came flying into the chamber. Ginny smiled as she saw her family's owl, Aston, among all the other owls. Aston skidded to a stop in front of her and Ginny removed the letter from his leg. She offered the bird some juice and croissant before looking at the letter, it was from her mother.

"Come on Ginny, what's your mum have to say?"

Ginny smiled as she began to read out loud, Aimée loved listening to the letters from all of the Weasley family.

Dear Ginny,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write to you before any untrue stories reached you. A small group of Death Eaters managed to infiltrate Hogwarts. We were able to counter the attack and prevent much damage. Bill was injured, it looked bad at first – he was attacked by a werewolf, but the werewolf wasn't transformed at the time. Remus thinks he will be fine.


Ginny felt the letter drop from her fingers. Aimée reached across the table and grabbed her hand, "Ginny."

Ginny felt the burning in her eyes before she realized that she was crying. She was so worried about her family. Her parents and four of her five oldest brothers were involved in the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organization to fight Voldemort. Her brother, Percy, had broken with the family two years ago when he sided with the Ministry of Magic over his family. Her youngest brother, Ron, who was a year older then her, was very vocal in his support of the Order and Harry Potter. It was Ginny's biggest fear that she would lose one of her family members to this war.

Ginny managed a watery smile for Aimée, "I'm ok. It just took me by surprise, let me finish the letter."

Professor Dumbledore was attacked as well he is also expected to recover. I'm sure you remember Mad Eye Moody, I'm sorry to say he was killed in the attack. Those behind the attacks, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape were killed in the attack; none of the other Death Eaters were captured in the attack. I am thankful it was not much worse.

I know Bill and Fleur were supposed to come get you when school is over. I was hoping that you would be able to stay with Aimée until Quidditch camp starts. Your camp ends only a week before the wedding, so after camp you can join us at the Delacours.

I will write more when I have the chance. Dad and all the boys send their love.

Love,

Mum


Ginny looked up after reading this. Aimée smiled, "Of course you can stay with me. I will write to maman after breakfast." Ginny replied, "Thanks, Aimée."
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Harry Potter jogged through the still silent dark streets of Little Whinging. The sameness of all of the houses surprising after spending ten months in the wizarding world. This was his favorite time of day, before sunrise. He used this quiet time to get his thoughts in order.

Last summer had been the worst summer of his life. After the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, he had been stuck in Little Whinging all summer. The only good part of last summer was his deepening friendship with Remus Lupin. After Sirius's death, Remus had stepped into that void and he and Harry had spent a lot of time together.

Harry's fears of his friends abandoning him after the fiasco at the Ministry and hearing about the prophecy had not come true. Ron, Hermione, and Remus had all supported him through last summer and they had become closer this past year.

Sixth year was much better than fifth year. Harry had been named captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and they had once again won the Quidditch Cup. He had started both physical and magical training with Remus and Tonks. Professor Dumbledore had started private lessons with Harry training him in advanced magic and sharing what information he could about Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort.

Harry turned onto Magnolia Road and jogged towards the park. He was supposed to meet Remus in the afternoon. He was going to spend the day at Grimmauld Place. It would be the first time he'd been there since Sirius's death. Although Harry had inherited Grimmauld Place along with the rest of Sirius's estate and Remus had been living there for the past year, Harry had not been able to face up to the memories and had not gone there last summer. At Christmas, when Ron and Hermione had each gone home to be with their families, Remus had come and spent the holidays at Hogwarts to keep him company.

Harry's thoughts turned to the battle that had been fought at Hogwarts just last month. He and Professor Dumbledore had been finishing one of their private lessons, when the alarm had been sounded. Death Eaters had breached the castle.

Harry and the Headmaster started running towards the Astronomy Tower, where Tonks's patronus told them the fighting was taking place. Harry's heart was pounding as he rounded the corner and saw Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape running towards them wands raised. Harry dodged a stunner fired by Draco and started firing hexes. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Dumbledore and Snape engaged in a duel as well.

"Severus, why?"

Snape sneered at the Headmaster, "I am tired of living this lie and I am tired of being a spy for you. What do you have to offer? What are the chances that Potter can defeat the Dark Lord? No, I serve only one now."

Harry's attention was drawn back to Draco as a cutting curse hit Harry along the chest. Harry sent more hexes in Draco's direction, hitting him several times and Draco was bleeding in several places and bleeding heavily. Harry dodged another cutting curse when Draco suddenly yelled,
"Crucio!"

Harry was knocked to the ground. While it hurt for a moment, Harry was able to easily shake it off. "What's the matter Draco?" Harry taunted, "Didn't your Aunt Bellatrix ever tell you? You have to really mean an unforgivable."

Harry danced out the way and sent a blasting curse hurtling towards Draco. Draco was sent flying into the wall with a loud crunch. He struck his head and crumpled to the ground unmoving.

Harry whirled as he saw the Headmaster stumble. Snape raised his wand and yelled
, "Crucio!" Seeing the state the headmaster was in, Harry dove in front of the curse taking the brunt of it himself.

White hot knives of pain stabbed Harry's body. While Draco might not be able to cast an unforgivable, Snape had no problems doing so.

Snape broke the connection after a few moments. Harry raised his head; he could see the headmaster lying a few feet away. He was covered in blood, but looked like he was still breathing.

"So Potter, you decided you wanted to play?"


Snape sent a bone crunching curse that slammed through Harry's shield and snapped his right leg as though it was a twig. In a haze of pain Harry tried to evade the curses that were raining down on him, but due to his broken leg was unable to move easily. Harry sent a few stunners and cutting curses which Snape easily evaded.

"Come on, Potter. Is this the best Dumbledore's champion can do? You are no match for the Dark Lord."

Harry was almost unconscious by this time. He looked up as Snape started to cross the corridor. As Snape passed under one of the many balconies in the tower, Harry sent another blasting curse that brought the balcony down on Snape burying him in the heavy rubble, killing him instantly.


The starting of a car brought Harry out of his reverie. The sun was coming up and Little Whinging was starting to come to life. He turned down Privet Drive towards his aunt and uncle's house. He needed to shower before going to meet Remus and Tonks.
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Ginny and Aimée settled on the back patio at the Fournier family home. The view from the patio looked over the formal gardens and the Quidditch pitch. While the home was very different from the Burrow, Ginny loved spending time here.

"So have you heard anything else from your family yet?" Aimée asked.

"I got a note from Fleur telling me Bill was improving. He was slashed pretty badly and they don't think the scars will go away, but he won't turn into a werewolf. Mum said that everyone else is doing well." Ginny stared off over the Fournier estate. "It doesn't seem real, does it? I mean here we are going to school and going to camp, when in England people are fighting for their lives. I hate being stuck here sometimes."

"I know what you mean," Aimée replied, "Remember last year when we all read that interview with Harry Potter, when he described You-Know-Who being reborn? It seems like another world."

"I know I hear the stories my brothers and Hermione tell about forming defense groups and fighting Death Eaters. Sometimes I wish I was at Hogwarts, I want to make a difference."

"What would you do in England, ma cherie?" asked a voice from the doorway.

Ginny turned to see Luc Fournier, Aimée's older brother and Ginny's former boyfriend walking out onto the patio to join them. She had really hoped she would have very little contact with him. She and Luc had dated for most of her fourth year before she had broken it off. He had graduated from Beauxbatons this year and kept hinting to Ginny that they should get back together.

"I could be helping, Luc." Ginny replied.

Luc laughed, "Ginny you are not even sixteen years old, how could you help?"

Ginny's temper started to ignite, "I don't know, but my whole family is involved in fighting You-Know-Who. I'm sure there is something I could do. After all Harry Potter is only sixteen years old."

Luc rolled his eyes, "Yes, I'm sure there is a lot for sixteen year olds to do to help the war effort." Dismissing that topic, Luc asked, "So who are you taking to the wedding?"

Still angry with his dismissal of her abilities, Ginny replied in a frosty voice, "Who said I was taking anyone. It's my brother's wedding, I want to spend the time with my family."

Ginny stood, "I'm going to practice" turning towards Aimée she continued, "I'll be ready to go shopping after lunch."

As Ginny strode off towards the Quidditch field, Aimée turned angrily to her brother, "Do you have to pick an argument with her every time you see her?"

"Ginny is living in a dream world if she thinks she can make any difference in this fight. She should be concentrating on Quidditch and shopping, not politics." Luc replied dismissively.

Aimée turned her back on her brother, "No wonder she broke up with you."
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Harry laughed as he took down Tonks for the second time that afternoon.

"That was great, Harry. You've really made a lot of progress."

"Thanks, Tonks." Harry helped her up. "Tonks…have you ever killed someone?"

Tonks looked over at Harry. She had been wondering if was going to come up. "Yes, last year when I was on a mission for the Order. We had intercepted Death Eaters going to torture a Muggle family. The Death Eater I killed was only a boy, Marcus Flint. I've been trained to kill people, but it wasn't how I thought it would be"

Harry started at the name; he'd played Quidditch against Flint. He looked over at Tonks and nodded, "I just keep going over the fight in my mind, trying to see if there was any way I could have ended it without killing them…I mean I hated both of them. Snape tormented me from my first day at Hogwarts. He mocked me, he loved to take house points from me, and I never really trusted him." He paused a moment, "How could Dumbledore have been taken in like that? He always said he had a reason for trusting him."

Harry started pacing in the parlor they had set aside for dueling. "I never trusted Snape or Malfoy, but I never imagined I would actually kill them."

"Harry, you can't keep second guessing yourself." Remus's voice came from the doorway as he entered the parlor. "They were both throwing unforgivable curses and neither of them would have hesitated to kill you or Dumbledore if the situations were reversed. I'm not saying that killing should ever be done lightly, but you did what had to be done."

Harry had looked up when Remus came into the room. "So you don't think I'm a murderer?"

"No Harry. Yes, you killed them, but it was not murder. They both died with their wands held on you. If you hadn't killed them, they may have killed you."

"You had no choice, Harry. We are at war. I hate the fact that I had to kill someone, but I know in my heart I did the right thing." Tonks added.

Harry stopped pacing and looked at his mentors. "Thank you. I think I needed to hear that."

Tonks hugged him briefly. "Now go hit the shower."

After Harry left the room, Remus turned to Tonks. "That went a lot better than I expected. I have to say I've been worried about him."

After his shower, Harry wandered down towards the kitchen. After Sirius's death, Remus had taken over the cleaning of Grimmauld Place. Kreacher, Sirius's house elf, had died after betraying his master. Some of the Hogwart's house elves had come to help with the clean up effort. The house was much quieter than it used to be as the portrait of Mrs. Black had finally been removed from the wall. Harry looked for Remus in the room he was using for a study when he saw something shining next to the fireplace.

Harry went to see what had attracted his attention. He remembered Remus saying they had gotten a lot of cleaning done and had uncovered all kinds of portraits and carvings that had been obscured by years of dirt and grime. On the wall next to the fireplace; set on a slab of marble, there was an ornate carving of two entwined snakes with large emeralds for eyes.

Harry stared at the carving, he knew he'd seen it before; but where? He tried to dredge up any memory of a carving like the one in front of him, but there was nothing. Suddenly Harry felt a white hot pain sear through his brain; he staggered back from the carving clutching his head. He could hear screaming in the background, and then Remus and Tonks were there with him. As Remus reached his side, suddenly the world went black.
23rd-Oct-2011 11:58 pm - Honouring Sirius
Title: Honouring Sirius
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4496
Summary: Harry finds that he is not the only one mourning his godfather. Somehow that helps ease his grief. Slightly AU.
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Harry left the castle and wandered down by the lake. He didn't want to talk to anyone, but he really didn't want to be by himself. As he neared his favourite spot near the lake, he heard the sound of sobbing. He faltered not wanting to intrude on someone else's grief when he recognized the trainers sticking out from behind the tree. Rounding the tree he saw Ginny with her head down in her arms crying.

"Ginny."

She raised her head and hastily wiped her eyes, "Harry."

He sat down near her and handed her his handkerchief. She took it with a watery smile and wiped her eyes. "Thanks."

Nodding he asked, "What's wrong?"

To his surprise, Ginny blushed and looked down at her hands. "I was just…upset about Sirius."

"Really?" Harry was shocked. His other friends had said they were sorry he died, but they seemed more upset for Harry than upset about Sirius. A thrill of warmth momentarily broke through his numbness; Sirius had mattered to someone other than him.

She nodded, "Last summer, he was really great. When we first got there, I was really upset about Percy leaving. Ron doesn't like me hanging around and especially once Hermione got there, he didn't have time for me. I was kind of bored and I walked into the library and Sirius was there."

She looked out over the pond and Harry could see a faint smile on her face, "He reminded me a lot of my oldest brothers. He talked and joked and listened to me. He told me how he'd left his family and how he still kind of missed them, especially his brother. He told me a bit about your dad and how he went to live with your grandparents. He was just nice to me when so many people were ignoring me."

Harry smiled softly, "He was always really good at listening. Last year during the Tri-Wizard Tournament when Ron wasn't talking to me, it was a really bad time. Most people thought I was just some attention seeking prat and then I found out about the dragon. Sirius firecalled me and I just blurted everything out. He couldn't do much, but he just listened."

The smile fell from his face, "He won't be able to do that anymore and it's all my fault."

"No, Harry, it's not your fault."

He glared, "I was stupid enough to believe Voldemort's visions were real. I'm the one that brought his friends into danger. Everyone one of you got hurt all because I was stupid enough to believe in that vision."

"I know how easy it is to believe what he tells you is real. I imagine having him put the vision directly into your brain must be horrible," Ginny said earnestly.

Harry relaxed slightly. When he continued his voice was a bit shaky, "It's just…I just got to know him and I was never really allowed to spend a lot of time with him and now he's gone."

Reaching out Ginny cautiously placed her hand on his arm. "I know Harry and I am so sorry for your loss."

Her heartfelt words crumbled his defences and to his horror, he felt tears streaming down his face. He tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let him. Getting up on her knees she turned towards him and wrapped her arms around him. He resisted for a moment before burying his head in her neck, his arms came up around her arm as he quietly sobbed out his grief.

Unknown to either of the grieving pair at the lake, they were being watched from the castle. Minerva McGonagall's heart went out to the two of them. As she turned away, she suddenly wondered why Harry was still at the school. Normally when a student suffered the loss of a close family member they were sent home. Remembering his family, she thought that maybe he was better off here at the school.

Heading over to her desk, she pulled out several sheets of parchment. She had letters to write.
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That evening in the common room a subdued Harry sat down on the couch in front of the fire. He gave a brief smile when Ginny joined him. Pulling a book out of her back pocket she sat down on the couch. He settled back and stared into the fire. He was a bit embarrassed after having broken down in front of her, but she was so nonchalant about the whole thing he wasn't quite as embarrassed as he might have been. Her quiet presence was rather soothing.

"Mr. Potter."

Harry looked up in surprise at his Head-of-House, "Professor McGonagall."

She moved a chair closer with a wave of her wand and sat down. Recalling the last time he'd seen her, Harry asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I am much better, thank you, Mr. Potter."

Looking at the two in front of her she said, "I wanted to talk to you, Mr. Potter."

"Would you like me to leave?" Ginny asked as she closed her book.

"No, Miss Weasley. I think you should stay if that is alright with Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded, "I want Ginny to stay."

"First, Mr. Potter, please allow me to extend my condolences on the loss of your godfather," Professor McGonagall said. "I know he thought the world of you."

"Thank you," Harry muttered looking at his hands.

"That is actually the reason I am here. Normally students are sent home upon the death of a close family member," Professor McGonagall explained. She held up her hand at the look on Harry's face. "I realize that sending you back to your relatives early would not be at all comforting. I made some inquiries today and if you are interested tomorrow we could make a pilgrimage to Godric's Hollow and have a quiet memorial service to honour Sirius."

"Really?" Harry asked. He looked over at the older witch. "Is that where my parents are buried?"

"Yes, they are buried in the churchyard in town," she replied.

He looked over at Ginny and asked the professor, "Can Ginny come?"

"If she would like to join us, I have no objection," Professor McGonagall answered with a hint of a smile.

"I want to come," Ginny said firmly before Harry could say anything.

He smiled at her, "Thank you."

"Excellent, I will pick you up after breakfast."
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After a sleepless night filled with nightmares of Sirius falling through the veil, Harry rose and after showering stood in front of his wardrobe trying to find something descent to wear. Professor McGonagall had told them to wear Muggle clothes, but to his dismay Harry didn't have any Muggle clothes that he felt were nice enough for such an occasion. Rummaging through his belongings, he found the one nice shirt he owned. Sirius had bought it for him, or at least he had Tonks buy it for him. It was a button down light grey shirt. He wore that with his nicest pair of jeans. He had to roll the cuffs up on the legs and tighten the belt, but he felt he looked half-way decent.

As he descended the stairs to the common room, he caught sight of Ginny waiting for him. He remembered thinking from time to time that she was pretty, but he'd been wrong. She was beautiful. He watched her for a moment as she gazed out the window. She was wearing a yellow sundress with a little white shawl thrown over her arm.

Clearing his throat, he got her attention. Smiling he said, "You look really nice, Ginny."

She blushed, "Thank you. I borrowed this from Katie."

As they started walking down to the Great Hall, Harry said, "I didn't really have anything nice to wear. The only Muggle clothes I have are my cousin's, well except for this shirt. Sirius gave it to me for Christmas."

"It's nice," Ginny said shyly. They walked in silence for a few minutes and Ginny stole glances up at him. "What do you mean the only clothes you have are your cousin's?"

Harry blushed, "My aunt and uncle don't really like to spend any money on me. I get all of my cousin's hand-me-downs and he's like four times my size."

"Oh," Ginny said. "My mum thought you chose those clothes. Something about Muggle fashions."

He shook his head, "No, the only clothes I've ever gotten new are my robes."

"I know the feeling," Ginny replied. "I'm the youngest of seven so I have hand-me-downs from all of my brothers. The only nice clothes I have Hermione gave me. I'm a bit smaller than her so I just take them all in."

"Why didn't I think of that?" Harry wondered aloud. "I could at least fix them to fit a little better."

"Come here," Ginny beckoned him into a classroom at the end of the hall. Once they entered the classroom, she said, "Stand there."

Harry stood where he was told and watched as Ginny walked around him looking at the jeans he was wearing. He blushed a little feeling vaguely uncomfortable, but unsure why. Ginny drew her wand and cast a spell he was unfamiliar with on the jeans. He almost jumped as they shrank and molded to his body. The cuffs unraveled and shrank. Within a few moments, he was wearing a pair of jeans that actually fit. It felt a bit strange to wear clothes that actually fit.

"Wow, Ginny. Thank you." He ran his hands down the legs. "This is great."

Blushing, she said, "Your welcome. It's a fairly easy spell. I can teach you if you want."

"That would be great," Harry said looking at her in admiration.

Feeling a bit flustered under his admiring gaze she said, "Let's get down to breakfast. Professor McGonagall wanted to leave early."

Harry felt his appetite leave as he and Ginny entered the Great Hall. It somehow felt so wrong that all of his classmates were laughing and joking when Sirius was dead. Ginny tugged on his arm and he followed her to the Gryffindor table.

Sitting slightly apart from the others, Harry played with a piece of toast while Ginny ate her bowl of cereal. She seemed to realize he didn't have much of an appetite and to Harry's relief she didn't bug him to eat.

He did manage to drink some pumpkin juice and once she was done the two of them headed for the Entrance Hall. Professor McGonagall was waiting for them holding a Muggle style picnic basket. She gave them a rare smile when they approached.

"Are you ready to go?"

They nodded and after Harry took the picnic basket, the three of them headed off towards the gates. "We will be taking a Portkey to Godric's Hollow. Have either of you ever been there?"

The two young people shook their heads.

"It is in the West country, actually not too far from where your parents live," Professor McGonagall explained addressing the last part of her comment to Ginny. "Godric's Hollow is of course the birth place of Godric Gryffindor, but it is a Muggle town. There is a small magical community living within Godric's Hollow."

Harry felt a twinge of interest that he and Godric Gryffindor were from the same place, but he couldn't work up much more than that. "Professor, do you know if my dad was born in Godric's Hollow?"

"Yes, his family had lived there for several generations. Your grandparents were rather elderly by the time James graduated from Hogwarts and he wanted to live near them. They died shortly after you were born." Professor McGonagall looked over at Harry. "I think having you really helped James with his grief. He was so thrilled that they both lived to see you born. They were both in poor health so we weren't sure they would live to see you, but they did and they were both so happy hold you."

Grief rose up in Harry rather quickly; he had never really considered his grandparents before. He knew that his mother's parents had died in a car accident, but he had not really heard about his father's parents. The extent of his losses seemed somehow larger. He jumped slightly when Ginny slipped her hand into his. He looked over at her and she smiled and squeezed his hand. Somehow she just made him feel better.

"Is there…anything there?" He asked.

To his relief she understood his question, "The house is still standing and I should warn you that there is a statue of you and your parents in the town square."

"What?" He couldn't imagine that.

Professor McGonagall explained, "You have to understand that once you defeated You-Know-Who, people wanted to honour your family. It appears as a war memorial until someone magical passed in front of it. Muggles of course can't see the statue."

After they left the grounds, Professor McGonagall pulled an empty ink pot from her robes before she pulled off her cloak. Harry's eye widened as he took in his stern professor in Muggle clothing. She was simply dressed in black trousers and a green blouse.

She swiftly transfigured her cloak into a shawl rather like the one Ginny carried held out the Portkey. The younger two reached out to touch the Portkey and Professor McGonagall said, "Sirius."
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Harry felt the familiar sensation of being yanked through space and spat out onto a dirt path. He got to his feet quickly and helped Ginny to her feet. Professor McGonagall waited until they had sorted themselves out before leading the way into town.

"It's really pretty here," Ginny said breaking the silence.

Harry nodded looking around at the rugged countryside, "It is."

As they continued down the road, Ginny asked, "Is it a big town, Professor?"

"Not really, it is a rather small town," she replied. "I think that appealed to Lily, living in a small town. She knew all of the other magical families in town and several of the Muggle families as well. There was a group of young families here and Lily told me she would take Harry to the playpark and talk to the other mothers."

They were closer to the town now and Harry could see some houses up ahead. They houses were much older than the ones he was used to in Little Whinging. He liked the individuality of the homes with the stately trees and bright gardens. They passed a few people, some watering their gardens or watching children play. Everyone raised a hand or offered a friendly greeting. Harry fell in love with the town right away.

They passed the playpark and Harry could see some young families already out enjoying the weather. He paused when he heard a dog barking, for a wild minute he expected a large black dog to appear. Instead it was a golden lab running in the park with a little boy. He watched them play for a moment before resuming their journey.

Entering the town square, he stopped and looked around. There were several shops, including an antique store, a book store, and a general store. There was a post office and pub that was just opening up. Up ahead he could see the statue and a large church with a graveyard behind it.

Taking a deep breath, Harry followed the two witches towards the centre of the town square. Ginny reached out her hand once again and Harry was happy to take it. They stopped in front of the statue and Harry's heart caught in his throat when he saw the statue change into that of a young family. There were sitting on a bench with Harry sitting on Lily's lap. James was looking at both of them proudly with his arms around his small family.

Harry's whole attention was focused on this depiction of his family. He didn't notice the tears of the other two and didn't appear to notice his own tears at first. He was fascinated by the depiction of him without a scar and so obviously loved.

He started to speak, but had to clear his throat before he could say, "She was so beautiful."

"Aye, she was," Professor McGonagall agreed. "Both inside and out, she was very kind and friendly."

"Professor," Harry hesitated, but his need to know overrode his natural tendency towards privacy. "Were they in love?" He rushed to explain, "I saw…a memory. He was…rather a jerk and she seemed to hate him. I just…"

When he trailed off Professor McGonagall replied, "They were very much in love. I would imagine from things I heard it was a memory of Professor Snape's?"

Harry nodded miserably, "It was horrible. My dad was picking on him for no reason, just because Sirius was bored."

Professor McGonagall sighed and gestured for the two of them to join her on one of the benches that surrounded the statue. "Your father, Sirius, and Professor Snape were sworn enemies from the day they met on the Hogwarts' Express. Rather like you and young Mr. Malfoy. James and Sirius were popular, athletic, and wealthy; everything Severus Snape was not. I normally would not speak of a colleague so frankly to students, but I think you need to understand. This is not to be bandied around."

Harry and Ginny quickly agreed and the older witch continued.

"James and Sirius were a bit spoiled and indulged, but they were not bad boys. They were mischievous and fun loving. Severus…well, his childhood was not as happy as theirs and he did not react well to being pranked. He was in Slytherin and they were in Gryffindor so there was some built in hostility.

"Sirius was brought up in a dark household and he couldn't imagine anyone embracing that lifestyle as Severus appeared to do. Severus, I believe was fascinated by the power and knowledge they offered without seeing the downside.

"Before he started at Hogwarts, Severus had befriended a young Muggleborn witch. They were best friends for their first three years at school until his darker friends started to exert more influence on him."

She fell silent. Harry looked over at Ginny who was also wrapped up in the story. Professor McGonagall continued softly, "I don't know for certain, but I think he had a crush on his friend and she while she did not return his feelings others may have perceived him as a rival. That fueled the animosity between Severus and James."

"Snape was friends with my Mum?" Harry asked horrified.

"He was," She replied simply.

"Did they date?" He was praying the answer was no.

"They did not," Professor McGonagall reassured him. "I don't think she viewed Severus like that."

Harry was silent for a few moments trying to wrap his head around the thought that Snape and his mum were friends. He looked up, "Do you know how my parents got together?"

She smiled, "I heard rumours. As you know they were Head Boy and Head Girl, Lily was horrified at first to hear James was the Head Boy. James had matured his last two years at school. I think as his parents got older he had to shoulder more responsibility. She was able to see past his cocky exterior and see the good man that was inside.

"James was good hearted. If any of the younger students were homesick, he would talk to them and make them feel better. He would make them laugh and help them send letters home. If they were Muggleborn, he would help explain the magical world. He and Sirius would help some of the younger ones with their studies."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"I thought…well I guess it was something Hermione said, I didn't think they did well in school," Harry explained. "She said something about Professor Lupin helping them pass."

A pained look crossed her face, "No, they were brilliant students. James was especially gifted in Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts while Sirius was good in Transfiguration and Astronomy. Remus was a good student, but he wasn't better than them. The opposite actually, Remus worked very hard for his grades while James and Sirius did well without seeming to try."

Harry's face lit up hearing good things about his father. She asked, "May I ask why Miss Granger thought they were not good students?"

It was Ginny who answered, "Hermione thought they must not be good students because they were known as pranksters and they weren't prefects. She said something about them being like my brothers."

"They were pranksters, but they were also the oldest sons of very wealthy Pureblood families. They were exposed to magic from their childhood and encouraged to read and learn as much as possible. I don't know where she got her mistaken impression, but I wish she had clarified it before saying anything to you." Professor McGonagall did not sound happy with Hermione.

"She didn't really trust Sirius," Ginny said softly. "I think she picked up on my mum's attitude towards him and thought he was rather irresponsible."

"He was not," Professor McGonagall said promptly. "I heard about your mother saying Sirius confused Harry and James, but I don't think that it true."

Turning to look at Harry she said, "Sirius loved you very, very much. He broke out of Azkaban to protect you, he lived off rats to stay near you last year, and he would have done anything for you. Did he make mistakes? Of course, just like we all do, but he always did his best for you."

Harry somehow felt better hearing so many good things about his father and godfather. He realized that he had accepted Hermione's rather dim view of his godfather.

"Thank you, Professor."

"You are most welcome, Harry." She stood, "Would you like to see were your parents are buried?"

He nodded and the three of them headed into the graveyard.
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Harry stared at the shiny white stone that marked his parents' final resting place. It seemed so strange to think of them lying silently under the ground, he dropped to his knees next to the head stone. With a shaking hand, he traced their names.

He didn't bother to check his tears, but stared at their names. Part of him wished he was with them instead of here alone. As he looked around the town, he imagined growing up in this pretty town with loving parents instead of the loveless existence he endured at the Dursleys.

Wiping his eyes, he stood up. Professor McGonagall approached him and handed him a wreath of lilies to place on their grave.

"Would you like to place a stone honouring Sirius next to them?"

He nodded. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she drew her wand and after making sure no one was around she transfigured a matching white stone. She engraved his name and dates on the stone and looked at Harry, "What else?"

He stared at the stone for a minute before sniffing and asking, "Can you put a dog u-under the dates?"

She did as he asked and then he said, "Can you engrave, 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good' on the stone?"

Nodding she did as he asked. He smiled faintly, "That is perfect."

He knelt by the stone, "I'm sorry, Sirius. I…I love you and I'm going to miss you so much. I wish we'd be able to move in together and be a family like my parents wanted. At least you're with my parents again."

Standing, he said, "Professor, how can I conjure up flower for him?"

She showed him how and to his surprise, he was able to perform the spell on the first try. Pleased with his efforts, he placed his creation on the gravestone.

"What kind of flower is that?" Ginny asked as she wiped her eyes.

"A dogwood," Harry said with a smile. "That is one of the few trees I like in my aunt's garden. I thought it was appropriate for Sirius."

Professor McGonagall led the two teens down one of the streets leading out of town. As they neared the end of the street, Harry could see a cottage that appeared to have been abandoned and overgrown.

"I just assumed it…exploded," Harry said.

"No, just the nursery," Professor McGonagall said pointing to the upper floor. She touched the gate activating the sign honouring the Potters.

Harry shook his head, "I wish they'd just torn it down or fixed it."

"You own the house and land," She said gently. "If you wish to fix it up, that is your choice."

Once Harry had looked his fill, Professor McGonagall suggested, "There is a nice park near the church. I thought we could have a picnic there. Your friend, Dobby, prepared a meal for us."

The three headed back to the park and Professor McGonagall spread out a blanket while the two teens pulled out containers of sandwiches, salads, fruit, and pumpkin juice.

They ate in a companionable silence while Harry absorbed everything he had learned that day . As she finished her pear, Professor McGonagall said, "Did you ever hear how your father and his friends managed to turn all of the Slytherins pink?"

"What?" Harry and Ginny started laughing.

She shared several stories about the Marauders as well as stories about James and Lily. Harry told them how he'd met Sirius for the first time as well as the meeting in the Shrieking Shack. Ginny told them how her brothers tried to prank Sirius soon after they moved into Grimmauld Place only to have it turned around on them.

It was mid-afternoon before they retraced their steps to the road out of town to return to Hogwarts. Before she activated the Portkey, Harry reached out to Professor McGonagall, "Thank you."

She smiled warmly, "You are very welcome, Harry."

They returned to Hogwarts and the two teens returned to Gryffindor tower. It was empty on the beautiful summer afternoon. Harry smiled at Ginny, "Thank you for coming with me. I…I don't think I can tell you how much it means to me that you came with me."

She smiled and to his surprise reached out to hug him, "You are very welcome, Harry. I'm glad I could be there for both you and Sirius."

He squeezed her to him for a moment, trying to show her his appreciation. As they separated, Harry turned to head up to the boys' dorm.

Turning back he said, "Do you want to go see Ron and Hermione before dinner?"

She smiled, "That sounds great."

Heading up the stairs, he smiled. He couldn't believe how much better he felt knowing that others missed his godfather and parents enough honour them and also secure in the knowledge that his parents loved him and each other. That was a comforting thought.
31st-Jul-2011 07:34 pm - Dancing with Ginny

Title: Dancing with Ginny

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3851

Summary:  Harry thought he hated dancing. It took Ginny to change his mind.
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Harry looked around the beautifully decorated ballroom. He had always loved Hogwarts at Christmas time, but he had never seen it look so beautiful. The frosty, silvery walls sparkled in the candlelight and the ropes of ivy and mistletoe interspersed with fairy lights made the Great Hall look incredibly festive.

The Weird Sisters were playing on stage and most of his friends were dancing along with the music. Harry had to admit, it did look like fun. He glanced over at his best mate, Ron. Unfortunately for Harry, Ron was still grumbling about Viktor Krum. Phrases such as “Ruddy Pumpkin Head” and “Why can’t she see” were floating around the table.

Parvati and Padma, his and Ron’s dates for the Yule Ball, had deserted them long ago so he and Ron were the only two sitting around their large table. Most of the tables were deserted with students either dancing or exploring the outdoors.

“Ron!”

Ron turned and glared at Harry for breaking his concentration. “What?”

“I’m going to get up and walk around for a bit,” Harry explained.

Ron grunted and went back to glaring at Hermione and Viktor dancing along with a large group of students from Durmstrang.

Shaking his head at his best mate, Harry walked the perimeter of the dance floor.

“Harry!” Ginny Weasley, flushed and laughing, popped out of the crowd on the dance floor. “Do you want to come and dance with us?”

Harry looked to where she was gesturing, he could see Neville, Seamus, and Lavender all dancing around. “I don’t know, Ginny. I’m not very good at dancing.”

“So? We’re just bashing about to the music, I don’t think what any of us are doing could be called dancing.” Ginny giggled as she had to duck out of the way of her brother George moving wildly around the floor.

Laughing, Harry let Ginny drag him towards the group of Gryffindors. Ginny started dancing gracefully to the music and Harry looked around awkwardly. Neville was moving around in place while Lavender and Seamus were dancing together.

Seeing that he was not dancing, Ginny reached out for his hands and guided him into grooving with the music. After a few minutes, she smiled, “That’s it, Harry. You’ve got the hang of it.”

“Do you like the Weird Sisters?” Neville asked as the three of them bounced around to the music.

“I like what I’ve heard here tonight,” Harry said shyly. “I’ve never really heard them before.”

“Really?” Ginny asked in amazement. “What kind of music do you usually listen to?”

Harry shrugged as he stumbled into Neville.  After righting himself he explained, “My relatives don’t let me have a radio or anything so I just hear what they are listening to. Some of the stuff my cousin listens to is horrid.  My aunt listens to ‘70s or ’80s music and my uncle listens to classical music.  The only time I’ve listened to Wizarding music is at the Burrow.”

Horrified, Ginny said, “We’ll have to fix that. The Weird Sisters are my favourite group.”

The five of them danced along to several more songs. Fred and George danced by and joined with for a song with their dates, Angelina and Katie. Dean and his date were dancing near Lavender and Seamus leaving Harry with Ginny and Neville. Harry was having a great time. He waved to Hermione who looked shocked to see him on the dance floor. In fact, he was having such a great time, he forgot to look around for Cho.

A slow song started and Harry stopped moving. “I’ll go sit this out.”

“No, mate,” Neville said. “I’ve been dancing since the start of the ball. You dance with Ginny, I’m going to go sit down.”

Harry looked shyly over at Ginny as Neville headed off the dance floor. “D-do you want to dance?”

Nodding, Ginny held out her hands. Holding her a bit stiffly around the waist, Harry started moving slowly to the music.

The dance floor had cleared out a bit with the change in music.  He looked down at Ginny with a smile, “You’re a really good dancer.”

She blushed. “Thanks. Bill taught me when I was little. We would listen to music together and he would dance with me. You missed it this summer, we had an impromptu dance a few days before you came.  Bill and Charlie had a few of their friends over and Lee Jordan and Angelina had come over. It was so much fun.”

Harry listened with a smile as she described the scene. He remembered Ron telling him that Ginny never shut up, he had never seen that part of her before, but he found that he liked this part of her personality.

“That sounds great,” Harry sighed. “My relatives never do anything fun like that.”

“What do you mean?” Ginny asked curiously as she looked up at him.

Harry shrugged a bit self-consciously. “My cousin Dudley has friends over sometimes, but they just play computer games or watch the telly. They don’t hang out with my aunt and uncle.”

Ginny wrinkled her nose at that thought. She wasn’t entirely certain what a computer or telly was, but she thought they didn’t sound like too much fun. “Your relatives don’t sound like they are much fun.”

Blushing, she gasped, “I’m sorry, Harry. That wasn’t very nice of me.”

Harry laughed, “That’s okay, Ginny. You’re right. They aren’t very much fun.”

The music slowly died away and the band announced a break. Harry moved awkwardly away from Ginny. He looked over towards the table and saw Ron and Hermione arguing. Sighing, he looked down at Ginny. To his surprise, he found that he would rather stay with her on the dance floor. Unfortunately, he knew that wasn’t fair to Neville.

Gesturing over towards his bickering best friends, “I better make sure they don’t kill each other.”

Ginny followed his gestured and nodded her understanding. Before he left the dance floor, Harry reached out and grabbed Ginny’s hand. “Thanks for dancing with me. I had fun.”

“Me, too,” Ginny replied squeezing his hand.

When Harry rejoined Ron just as Hermione stormed off in the other direction.

“Where have you been?” Ron barked at Harry.

Harry gestured to the dance floor, “I was just…” He trailed off when he realized Ron wasn’t listening to him.

“Come on, mate.” Harry said. “Let’s go for a walk outside.”

As he followed a still grumbling Ron outside, Harry looked back at the dance floor. Ginny was still dancing with Neville and a few other friends. Shrugging, Harry followed his best mate outside and tried to cheer him up.

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Ginny looked around the gloomy drawing room of Grimmauld Place.  It was a quiet evening, there was no Order meeting tonight so there were not many people coming and going. Sirius, Remus, Bill and Tonks were sitting off in one corner talking.  Her mother had gone up to bed saying she was tired from spending the day at the hospital with her father.  Hermione had gone up to work on homework, leaving Ginny, Ron, and Harry playing Exploding Snap.  Ginny wasn’t entirely certain where the twins had gotten off to, but she hadn’t seen them for a while.

The sound of Ron’s cards exploding brought Ginny’s attention back to the game. She threw her cards down and looked at her companions. Ron was laughing about his near miss. Harry on the other hand had thrown down his cards and was rubbing his forehead. She noticed he tended to do that when his scar was hurting.

Making up her mind, she got up and walked over to the other group. “Sirius, do you have a radio?”

“A radio?” Sirius looked around the room as though he expected one to jump out at him. “I had one when I was younger.”

He stood up, “Let me go check, I’ll be right back.”

Within a few minutes, he was back with an older style radio.  After setting it up on the shelves along the wall, Ginny tuned in the WWN.  She smiled when she heard the latest Hobgoblin’s song.

“Bill, can you move the furniture?” Ginny asked her oldest brother with a smile.

With a flick of his wand, Bill moved the furniture to the edge of the room and rolled up the carpet. Smiling at his sister, he conjured up a small disco ball and attached it to the ceiling.

Ginny turned up the music and pulled her oldest brother out onto the makeshift dance floor.  The music seemed to act as a catalyst, Hermione and the twins soon joined them as did Hestia Jones who had just arrived at Headquarters.

This time, Harry did not hesitate. He joined in the group on the dance floor. He was thrilled to see a big smile on Sirius’s face. To his surprise, Tonks could actually dance. She did tend to stumble a bit, but they all had great fun.

When Harry ended up next to Ginny, he leaned over and whispered, “Thanks, Gin. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Sirius laugh so much.”

They looked over to where Sirius and Remus were trying to demonstrate some sort of dance to Bill and Tonks. Fred and George were laughing hysterically at their efforts.

Remus gave up with a laugh, “James was always the best dancer out of all of us.”

“Yeah, he tried to teach the rest of us, with varying results,” Sirius reminisced. “One holiday, we snuck out to a Muggle dance club in London. He was one of the best dancers there, all of these girls were vying to dance with him.”

“Lily wasn’t too impressed with the girls, but she loved dancing with James.” Remus said with a smile for Harry.

Harry smiled and drank in stories of his parents. The music changed and a slow song came on. Without even thinking about it, Harry turned to Ginny and held out his hand. She joined him on the dance floor, while Sirius danced with Hestia, Remus with Tonks, and Bill and Hermione.

“Thanks, Ginny,” Harry said softly. “This was a great idea.”

She smiled, “Your welcome. Everyone just seemed so down, I thought this would be fun.”

He twirled her and Ginny laughed, “You’ve been practicing.”

He blushed, “That radio you gave me at the end of the last term was a life-saver. I would listen to music and yes I tried dancing a bit. Hedwig thought I was a bit ridiculous, but it was fun.”

She smiled up at him, “Good. I’m glad it helped.”

Looking around the room, Harry snickered a bit. “I don’t think Ron is enjoying himself much.”

Ginny looked around and caught the look on her brother’s face. “He never learns, does he? If he wants to dance with Hermione, he’ll have to ask her.”

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Harry slowly snuck up on his target. The sky was a beautiful clear blue with very few clouds while the air was crisp and cold preserving the slight layer of ice over a much deeper layer of snow. Not taking his eyes off of his target, he knelt down and gathered up some snow, packing it firmly beneath his hands.

Pausing for the right time, Harry stood and let his snowballs fly. To his delight, most of them hit it primary target, Bill while still others hit Remus. Once the battle had begun, the still morning air was filled with laughter and taunts between the opposing forces. To Harry surprise it had been Bill who had suggested the snowball fight. The teams had quickly formed – Bill, Fleur, and Remus against Harry, Ron, and Ginny .

Snow and laughter were soon flying through the air. The teams quickly broke down as Ron started pelting his sister with snowballs. He and Bill briefly allied to get Ginny.

Ever gallant, Harry came to Ginny’s rescue while Fleur and Remus pelted everyone. In the end, no clear winner could be declared as they were all wet and covered with snow.

Fleur leaned up and whispered into Bill’s ear. He smiled down at her before turning to the others. “Fleur and I are going inside to warm up.”

Harry noticed a slightly disgruntled look cross Ginny’s face before she nodded, “Okay, Bill. I’m going to stay out here for a while.”

Remus also excused himself leaving the three youngest on their own. Harry turned to the others and had to hide a smile at Ron’s slightly vacant expression as he watched Bill and Fleur head back to the house. Looking over at his other companion, he was struck anew at how beautiful she looked. He cursed himself again for not noticing what was right in front of him until it was too late. How could he not have noticed how amazing, fun and beautiful she was?

He felt a little dazed himself as she turned her smile on him, “Do you want to build a snowman?”

Blushing and hoping she would think it was because of the cold, he replied, “Sure that sounds like fun.”

The three of them kept up a steady stream of talk and laughter as they ending up making an entire family of snow people.

“They look really good,” Bill remarked as he reemerged from the house. Ginny beamed at his praise.

“Thanks, Bill,” She said as he walked over and threw an arm over her shoulders. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. He looked over the family they had built and pulled his wand.

Harry watched in confusion for a moment until Ginny laughed and said, “The dad needs a black top hat.”

Obediently, Bill conjured up first the top hat and then made the other modifications Ginny asked of him including a large purple hat for the mother and scarves for all of them. He even coloured the snow different colours to look like clothes and hair.

“They look good don’t they?”

Harry turned to his best mate, “They do. This was fun.”

“Do you want to skate on the pond for a bit?” Ron asked.

“Skate?”

“Yeah, Bill will strengthen the ice for us and we go skating.” Ron explained.

Memories of falling and being pushed down on the ice by his cousin and his gang flashed through Harry’s mind. Before he could think of a cogent argument, Ginny bounded up to them, “So are we skating?”

Caught up in her excitement and thinking that he would agree to anything that kept that smile on her face, Harry replied, “Sure, it sounds great.”

Fleur, Remus and to Harry’s surprise Mrs. Weasley joined them by the pond. As Ron had explained, Bill strengthened the ice while Remus conjured up some fairy lights as the morning’s clear sky was giving way to late afternoon shadows.

 Mrs. Weasley erected a small shelter complete with a small fire and a table with benches. Ron dug around in his father’s shed and came up with a pile of ice skates. After everyone found a pair of skates they liked, Bill adjusted the size they fit.

Harry stepped cautiously onto the ice and was pleasantly surprised that he remembered more than he thought he did.  Mrs. Weasley watched as the others raced around the ice.  Ron with his long legs was able to beat the rest, but Harry was pleased that he didn’t do too badly.

As dusk fell, Mrs. Weasley who had gone inside to start dinner returned with a radio and turned on the WWN. The twins and Mr. Weasley joined them out by the pond as they arrived home from work.

Harry skated to the edge of the pond and made his way to the shelter where Mrs. Weasley had set out hot chocolate as well as warm spiced pumpkin juice.

“Are you having fun, dear?”  Mrs. Weasley asked casting a warming charm on him as she had to all who entered the shelter.

“This is great,” Harry replied truthfully sipping his hot chocolate. “This has been a really fun day.”

He watched as the Weasley siblings skating around the pond, a feeling of great contentment washed over him. He did wish that Hermione could have been here as well, but he knew that was impossible with the current tension between her and Ron.

He smiled as Remus came and sat down next to him. “You skate very well.”

“Thank you,” Remus smiled. “My mother and I used to skate at a pond near our home, very much like this one. I haven’t skated in years though.”

“I’ve never had so much fun skating before,” Harry admitted. “My cousin never let me enjoy skating much when we were kids.”

A shadow crossed over Remus’s face at the mention of Harry’s less than happy childhood, but soon the two of them were busy catching up.

“Harry!”

He turned to see Ginny skating near the edge of the pond. She gestured to him, “Come on out on the ice.”

After telling Remus he would talk to him later, Harry joined Ginny out on the ice. As they neared the center of the pond, his favourite Weird Sisters’ song came on.

Without even thinking about it, Harry reached out for Ginny. She smiled up at him as she settled in his arms. He stumbled slightly but managed not to fall, “It’s not as easy as dancing.”

Ginny laughed, “It’s not, but it is still fun.”

Harry pulled her closer as Bill and Fleur and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley joined them out on the ice. Even the thought that she had a boyfriend, couldn’t take away from Harry’s enjoyment of the perfect day.

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Harry tugged at his too tight dress robes, he felt uncomfortable and a bit heavy in his Polyjuiced body.  He wished that it didn’t have to be this way.  It would have been wonderful to have been able to attend the wedding in his own body and as Ginny’s date.

 A frown crossed his face as he saw one of Fleur’s relatives lead Ginny out onto the dance floor.  She looked so beautiful, he really couldn’t blame the bloke for the dazed look on his face as he looked at her.

The sight of Ron dancing with Hermione sent a wave of anger through him.  It wasn’t fair.  He knew it wasn’t Ron’s fault, but the promise he’d made to Ron to leave Ginny alone was making him miserable.  He really wanted to be the one to dance with Ginny and he wanted to be the only one to make her laugh.

Resolutely, he turned his back to the dance floor and looked at the guests sitting at the tables. He caught sight of an older man with whispy white hair sitting by himself, the man looked familiar.  Elphias Doge, that’s who he was. Harry made his way over to the table where the older man was sitting.

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“Ron!” Harry called impatiently. “Are you ready, yet?”

“I’ll be out in a minute, calm down,” Ron called back. He walked out of his room to find his best mate pacing the sitting room of the flat they shared.

“Finally!”

“Don’t worry,” Ron teased. “It’s not like Ginny will leave without you.”

Not bothering to respond, Harry hurried toward the fireplace to Floo to the Burrow.  The two arrived to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley waiting in the kitchen dressed in their finest dress robes.  To Harry’s relief, Ginny was not down yet.

Mrs. Weasley smiled as each boy greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t you boys both look nice. The girls should be down soon.”

“See, Harry. I told we still had time,” Ron said as he grabbed a few biscuits from the kitchen counter.

“Are you nervous, Harry dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked kindly as she watched the young man fidget.

Harry looked up startled, “A bit. I wish they wouldn’t make such a fuss.  Why do we need a ceremony and medals? I only did what needed to be done, I don’t see how I deserve a medal.”

Ron rolled his eyes, he’d been hearing variations on the same theme since they had announced the Victory Ball three months ago. Harry had initially tried to refuse his Order of Merlin, but Kingsley had eventually talked him into it.

While Harry was the only one receiving an Order of Merlin, first class; Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Mrs. Weasley, and Professor McGonagall were also being honoured with their own Orders of Merlin.  At Harry’s insistence, Orders of Merlin, third class, were being awarded posthumously to all of those who died in the Battle of Hogwarts.  Kingsley had even nominated Cedric and Sirius for medals and they would be awarded as well.  A separate ceremony was planned for next week to honour all of those who died in the war.

“Mate, you know you can’t get out of it,” Ron laughed. “Kingsley agreed to delay the ball until Christmas hols so Ginny could come, what more do you want?”

Harry blushed, he knew it could have been much worse. The Victory Ball committee had originally wanted to hold the ball in October, but Harry had protested as Ginny would not have been able to attend.

A noise roused him from his musing.  He caught his breath as he saw Ginny heading down the stairs towards him.  Without realizing what he was doing, Harry slowly walked towards her.  She looked beautiful in a brilliant green gown.  It had a fitted bodice and it flared out over her hips flowing gracefully to the floor.

“You look so beautiful,” Harry whispered as he softly kissed her.

“Thank you, love,” Ginny replied giving him another tender kiss.

Relaxing for the first time that day, Harry looked around.  Hermione had come down shortly after Ginny and was standing with Ron.

“You look nice, Hermione.” Harry said easily as he kissed her on the cheek.

“Thanks, Harry.” Hermione replied with a smile. She had managed to tame her hair into a upswept hair style and wore a flowing dark blue gown.  “We are going to get my parents and we will meet you at the ball.”

All too soon for Harry’s taste they had arrived at the Victory Ball.  Walking into the ball with Ginny on his arm had caused a huge stir with the photographers waiting outside.  Blinking a bit from the flashing of the cameras, Harry smiled down at Ginny.

“I’m glad you are here,” He whispered.  Without even thinking he leaned down to kiss her causing a frenzy of flashing from the photographers.

Somehow with Ginny’s help he managed to get through the long ceremony and speeches, including the short speech that Ginny and Hermione had helped him write. To his relief it was finally time to open the ball.

Unlike the Yule ball of several years earlier, Harry was happy and proud to open the Victory Ball.  As he lead the love of his life onto the dance floor, Harry reflected that he was really glad Ginny had pulled him onto the dance floor all those years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2nd-Jul-2011 08:38 am - Dancing with Ginny

Dancing with Ginny
Rating: K+
Word Count: 4120
Summary: Harry thought he hated dancing. It took Ginny to change his mind.
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Harry looked around the beautifully decorated ballroom. He had always loved Hogwarts at Christmas time, but he had never seen it look so beautiful. The frosty, silvery walls sparkled in the candlelight and the ropes of ivy and mistletoe interspersed with fairy lights made the Great Hall look incredibly festive.

The Weird Sisters were playing on stage and most of his friends were dancing along with the music. Harry had to admit, it did look like fun. He glanced over at his best mate, Ron. Unfortunately for Harry, Ron was still grumbling about Viktor Krum. Phrases such as "Ruddy Pumpkin Head" and "Why can't she see" were floating around the table.

Parvati and Padma, his and Ron's dates for the Yule Ball, had deserted them long ago so he and Ron were the only two sitting around their large table. Most of the tables were deserted with students either dancing or exploring the outdoors.

"Ron!"

Ron turned and glared at Harry for breaking his concentration. "What?"

"I'm going to get up and walk around for a bit," Harry explained.

Ron grunted and went back to glaring at Hermione and Viktor dancing along with a large group of students from Durmstrang.

Shaking his head at his best mate, Harry walked the perimeter of the dance floor.

"Harry!" Ginny Weasley, flushed and laughing, popped out of the crowd on the dance floor. "Do you want to come and dance with us?"

Harry looked to where she was gesturing, he could see Neville, Seamus, and Lavender all dancing around. "I don't know, Ginny. I'm not very good at dancing."

"So? We're just bashing about to the music, I don't think what any of us are doing could be called dancing." Ginny giggled as she had to duck out of the way of her brother George moving wildly around the floor.

Laughing, Harry let Ginny drag him towards the group of Gryffindors. Ginny started dancing gracefully to the music and Harry looked around awkwardly. Neville was moving around in place while Lavender and Seamus were dancing together.

Seeing that he was not dancing, Ginny reached out for his hands and guided him into grooving with the music. After a few minutes, she smiled, "That's it, Harry. You've got the hang of it."

"Do you like the Weird Sisters?" Neville asked as the three of them bounced around to the music.

"I like what I've heard here tonight," Harry said shyly. "I've never really heard them before."

"Really?" Ginny asked in amazement. "What kind of music do you usually listen to?"

Harry shrugged as he stumbled into Neville. After righting himself he explained, "My relatives don't let me have a radio or anything so I just hear what they are listening to. Some of the stuff my cousin listens to is horrid. My aunt listens to '70s or '80s music and my uncle listens to classical music. The only time I've listened to Wizarding music is at the Burrow."

Horrified, Ginny said, "We'll have to fix that. The Weird Sisters are my favourite group."

The five of them danced along to several more songs. Fred and George danced by and joined with for a song with their dates, Angelina and Katie. Dean and his date were dancing near Lavender and Seamus leaving Harry with Ginny and Neville. Harry was having a great time. He waved to Hermione who looked shocked to see him on the dance floor. In fact, he was having such a great time, he forgot to look around for Cho.

A slow song started and Harry stopped moving. "I'll go sit this out."

"No, mate," Neville said. "I've been dancing since the start of the ball. You dance with Ginny, I'm going to go sit down."

Harry looked shyly over at Ginny as Neville headed off the dance floor. "D-do you want to dance?"

Nodding, Ginny held out her hands. Holding her a bit stiffly around the waist, Harry started moving slowly to the music.

The dance floor had cleared out a bit with the change in music. He looked down at Ginny with a smile, "You're a really good dancer."

She blushed. "Thanks. Bill taught me when I was little. We would listen to music together and he would dance with me. You missed it this summer, we had an impromptu dance a few days before you came. Bill and Charlie had a few of their friends over and Lee Jordan and Angelina had come over. It was so much fun."

Harry listened with a smile as she described the scene. He remembered Ron telling him that Ginny never shut up, he had never seen that part of her before, but he found that he liked this part of her personality.

"That sounds great," Harry sighed. "My relatives never do anything fun like that."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked curiously as she looked up at him.

Harry shrugged a bit self-consciously. "My cousin Dudley has friends over sometimes, but they just play computer games or watch the telly. They don't hang out with my aunt and uncle."

Ginny wrinkled her nose at that thought. She wasn't entirely certain what a computer or telly was, but she thought they didn't sound like too much fun. "Your relatives don't sound like they are much fun."

Blushing, she gasped, "I'm sorry, Harry. That wasn't very nice of me."

Harry laughed, "That's okay, Ginny. You're right. They aren't very much fun."

The music slowly died away and the band announced a break. Harry moved awkwardly away from Ginny. He looked over towards the table and saw Ron and Hermione arguing. Sighing, he looked down at Ginny. To his surprise, he found that he would rather stay with her on the dance floor. Unfortunately, he knew that wasn't fair to Neville.

Gesturing over towards his bickering best friends, "I better make sure they don't kill each other."

Ginny followed his gestured and nodded her understanding. Before he left the dance floor, Harry reached out and grabbed Ginny's hand. "Thanks for dancing with me. I had fun."

"Me, too," Ginny replied squeezing his hand.

When Harry rejoined Ron just as Hermione stormed off in the other direction.

"Where have you been?" Ron barked at Harry.

Harry gestured to the dance floor, "I was just…" He trailed off when he realized Ron wasn't listening to him.

"Come on, mate." Harry said. "Let's go for a walk outside."

As he followed a still grumbling Ron outside, Harry looked back at the dance floor. Ginny was still dancing with Neville and a few other friends. Shrugging, Harry followed his best mate outside and tried to cheer him up.


Ginny looked around the gloomy drawing room of Grimmauld Place. It was a quiet evening, there was no Order meeting tonight so there were not many people coming and going. Sirius, Remus, Bill and Tonks were sitting off in one corner talking. Her mother had gone up to bed saying she was tired from spending the day at the hospital with her father. Hermione had gone up to work on homework, leaving Ginny, Ron, and Harry playing Exploding Snap. Ginny wasn't entirely certain where the twins had gotten off to, but she hadn't seen them for a while.

The sound of Ron's cards exploding brought Ginny's attention back to the game. She threw her cards down and looked at her companions. Ron was laughing about his near miss. Harry on the other hand had thrown down his cards and was rubbing his forehead. She noticed he tended to do that when his scar was hurting.

Making up her mind, she got up and walked over to the other group. "Sirius, do you have a radio?"

"A radio?" Sirius looked around the room as though he expected one to jump out at him. "I had one when I was younger."

He stood up, "Let me go check, I'll be right back."

Within a few minutes, he was back with an older style radio. After setting it up on the shelves along the wall, Ginny tuned in the WWN. She smiled when she heard the latest Hobgoblin's song.

"Bill, can you move the furniture?" Ginny asked her oldest brother with a smile.

With a flick of his wand, Bill moved the furniture to the edge of the room and rolled up the carpet. Smiling at his sister, he conjured up a small disco ball and attached it to the ceiling.

Ginny turned up the music and pulled her oldest brother out onto the makeshift dance floor. The music seemed to act as a catalyst, Hermione and the twins soon joined them as did Hestia Jones who had just arrived at Headquarters.

This time, Harry did not hesitate. He joined in the group on the dance floor. He was thrilled to see a big smile on Sirius's face. To his surprise, Tonks could actually dance. She did tend to stumble a bit, but they all had great fun.

When Harry ended up next to Ginny, he leaned over and whispered, "Thanks, Gin. I don't know that I've ever seen Sirius laugh so much."

They looked over to where Sirius and Remus were trying to demonstrate some sort of dance to Bill and Tonks. Fred and George were laughing hysterically at their efforts.

Remus gave up with a laugh, "James was always the best dancer out of all of us."

"Yeah, he tried to teach the rest of us, with varying results," Sirius reminisced. "One holiday, we snuck out to a Muggle dance club in London. He was one of the best dancers there, all of these girls were vying to dance with him."

"Lily wasn't too impressed with the girls, but she loved dancing with James." Remus said with a smile for Harry.

Harry smiled and drank in stories of his parents. The music changed and a slow song came on. Without even thinking about it, Harry turned to Ginny and held out his hand. She joined him on the dance floor, while Sirius danced with Hestia, Remus with Tonks, and Bill and Hermione.

"Thanks, Ginny," Harry said softly. "This was a great idea."

She smiled, "Your welcome. Everyone just seemed so down, I thought this would be fun."

He twirled her and Ginny laughed, "You've been practicing."

He blushed, "That radio you gave me at the end of the last term was a life-saver. I would listen to music and yes I tried dancing a bit. Hedwig thought I was a bit ridiculous, but it was fun."

She smiled up at him, "Good. I'm glad it helped."

Looking around the room, Harry snickered a bit. "I don't think Ron is enjoying himself much."

Ginny looked around and caught the look on her brother's face. "He never learns, does he? If he wants to dance with Hermione, he'll have to ask her."


Harry slowly snuck up on his target. The sky was a beautiful clear blue with very few clouds while the air was crisp and cold preserving the slight layer of ice over a much deeper layer of snow. Not taking his eyes off of his target, he knelt down and gathered up some snow, packing it firmly beneath his hands.

Pausing for the right time, Harry stood and let his snowballs fly. To his delight, most of them hit it primary target, Bill while still others hit Remus. Once the battle had begun, the still morning air was filled with laughter and taunts between the opposing forces. To Harry surprise it had been Bill who had suggested the snowball fight. The teams had quickly formed – Bill, Fleur, and Remus against Harry, Ron, and Ginny .

Snow and laughter were soon flying through the air. The teams quickly broke down as Ron started pelting his sister with snowballs. He and Bill briefly allied to get Ginny.

Ever gallant, Harry came to Ginny's rescue while Fleur and Remus pelted everyone. In the end, no clear winner could be declared as they were all wet and covered with snow.

Fleur leaned up and whispered into Bill's ear. He smiled down at her before turning to the others. "Fleur and I are going inside to warm up."

Harry noticed a slightly disgruntled look cross Ginny's face before she nodded, "Okay, Bill. I'm going to stay out here for a while."

Remus also excused himself leaving the three youngest on their own. Harry turned to the others and had to hide a smile at Ron's slightly vacant expression as he watched Bill and Fleur head back to the house. Looking over at his other companion, he was struck anew at how beautiful she looked. He cursed himself again for not noticing what was right in front of him until it was too late. How could he not have noticed how amazing, fun and beautiful she was?

He felt a little dazed himself as she turned her smile on him, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Blushing and hoping she would think it was because of the cold, he replied, "Sure that sounds like fun."

The three of them kept up a steady stream of talk and laughter as they ending up making an entire family of snow people.

"They look really good," Bill remarked as he reemerged from the house. Ginny beamed at his praise.

"Thanks, Bill," She said as he walked over and threw an arm over her shoulders. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. He looked over the family they had built and pulled his wand.

Harry watched in confusion for a moment until Ginny laughed and said, "The dad needs a black top hat."

Obediently, Bill conjured up first the top hat and then made the other modifications Ginny asked of him including a large purple hat for the mother and scarves for all of them. He even coloured the snow different colours to look like clothes and hair.

"They look good don't they?"

Harry turned to his best mate, "They do. This was fun."

"Do you want to skate on the pond for a bit?" Ron asked.

"Skate?"

"Yeah, Bill will strengthen the ice for us and we go skating." Ron explained.

Memories of falling and being pushed down on the ice by his cousin and his gang flashed through Harry's mind. Before he could think of a cogent argument, Ginny bounded up to them, "So are we skating?"

Caught up in her excitement and thinking that he would agree to anything that kept that smile on her face, Harry replied, "Sure, it sounds great."

Fleur, Remus and to Harry's surprise Mrs. Weasley joined them by the pond. As Ron had explained, Bill strengthened the ice while Remus conjured up some fairy lights as the morning's clear sky was giving way to late afternoon shadows.

Mrs. Weasley erected a small shelter complete with a small fire and a table with benches. Ron dug around in his father's shed and came up with a pile of ice skates. After everyone found a pair of skates they liked, Bill adjusted the size they fit.

Harry stepped cautiously onto the ice and was pleasantly surprised that he remembered more than he thought he did. Mrs. Weasley watched as the others raced around the ice. Ron with his long legs was able to beat the rest, but Harry was pleased that he didn't do too badly.

As dusk fell, Mrs. Weasley who had gone inside to start dinner returned with a radio and turned on the WWN. The twins and Mr. Weasley joined them out by the pond as they arrived home from work.

Harry skated to the edge of the pond and made his way to the shelter where Mrs. Weasley had set out hot chocolate as well as warm spiced pumpkin juice.

"Are you having fun, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked casting a warming charm on him as she had to all who entered the shelter.

"This is great," Harry replied truthfully sipping his hot chocolate. "This has been a really fun day."

He watched as the Weasley siblings skating around the pond, a feeling of great contentment washed over him. He did wish that Hermione could have been here as well, but he knew that was impossible with the current tension between her and Ron.

He smiled as Remus came and sat down next to him. "You skate very well."

"Thank you," Remus smiled. "My mother and I used to skate at a pond near our home, very much like this one. I haven't skated in years though."

"I've never had so much fun skating before," Harry admitted. "My cousin never let me enjoy skating much when we were kids."

A shadow crossed over Remus's face at the mention of Harry's less than happy childhood, but soon the two of them were busy catching up.

"Harry!"

He turned to see Ginny skating near the edge of the pond. She gestured to him, "Come on out on the ice."

After telling Remus he would talk to him later, Harry joined Ginny out on the ice. As they neared the center of the pond, his favourite Weird Sisters' song came on.

Without even thinking about it, Harry reached out for Ginny. She smiled up at him as she settled in his arms. He stumbled slightly but managed not to fall, "It's not as easy as dancing."

Ginny laughed, "It's not, but it is still fun."

Harry pulled her closer as Bill and Fleur and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley joined them out on the ice. Even the thought that she had a boyfriend, couldn't take away from Harry's enjoyment of the perfect day.


Harry tugged at his too tight dress robes, he felt uncomfortable and a bit heavy in his Polyjuiced body. He wished that it didn't have to be this way. It would have been wonderful to have been able to attend the wedding in his own body and as Ginny's date.

A frown crossed his face as he saw one of Fleur's relatives lead Ginny out onto the dance floor. She looked so beautiful, he really couldn't blame the bloke for the dazed look on his face as he looked at her.

The sight of Ron dancing with Hermione sent a wave of anger through him. It wasn't fair. He knew it wasn't Ron's fault, but the promise he'd made to Ron to leave Ginny alone was making him miserable. He really wanted to be the one to dance with Ginny and he wanted to be the only one to make her laugh.

Resolutely, he turned his back to the dance floor and looked at the guests sitting at the tables. He caught sight of an older man with whispy white hair sitting by himself, the man looked familiar. Elphias Doge, that's who he was. Harry made his way over to the table where the older man was sitting.


"Ron!" Harry called impatiently. "Are you ready, yet?"

"I'll be out in a minute, calm down," Ron called back. He walked out of his room to find his best mate pacing the sitting room of the flat they shared.

"Finally!"

"Don't worry," Ron teased. "It's not like Ginny will leave without you."

Not bothering to respond, Harry hurried toward the fireplace to Floo to the Burrow. The two arrived to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley waiting in the kitchen dressed in their finest dress robes. To Harry's relief, Ginny was not down yet.

Mrs. Weasley smiled as each boy greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Don't you boys both look nice. The girls should be down soon."

"See, Harry. I told we still had time," Ron said as he grabbed a few biscuits from the kitchen counter.

"Are you nervous, Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked kindly as she watched the young man fidget.

Harry looked up startled, "A bit. I wish they wouldn't make such a fuss. Why do we need a ceremony and medals? I only did what needed to be done, I don't see how I deserve a medal."

Ron rolled his eyes, he'd been hearing variations on the same theme since they had announced the Victory Ball three months ago. Harry had initially tried to refuse his Order of Merlin, but Kingsley had eventually talked him into it.

While Harry was the only one receiving an Order of Merlin, first class; Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Mrs. Weasley, and Professor McGonagall were also being honoured with their own Orders of Merlin. At Harry's insistence, Orders of Merlin, third class, were being awarded posthumously to all of those who died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Kingsley had even nominated Cedric and Sirius for medals and they would be awarded as well. A separate ceremony was planned for next week to honour all of those who died in the war.

"Mate, you know you can't get out of it," Ron laughed. "Kingsley agreed to delay the ball until Christmas hols so Ginny could come, what more do you want?"

Harry blushed, he knew it could have been much worse. The Victory Ball committee had originally wanted to hold the ball in October, but Harry had protested as Ginny would not have been able to attend.

A noise roused him from his musing. He caught his breath as he saw Ginny heading down the stairs towards him. Without realizing what he was doing, Harry slowly walked towards her. She looked beautiful in a brilliant green gown. It had a fitted bodice and it flared out over her hips flowing gracefully to the floor.

"You look so beautiful," Harry whispered as he softly kissed her.

"Thank you, love," Ginny replied giving him another tender kiss.

Relaxing for the first time that day, Harry looked around. Hermione had come down shortly after Ginny and was standing with Ron.

"You look nice, Hermione." Harry said easily as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks, Harry." Hermione replied with a smile. She had managed to tame her hair into a upswept hair style and wore a flowing dark blue gown. "We are going to get my parents and we will meet you at the ball."

All too soon for Harry's taste they had arrived at the Victory Ball. Walking into the ball with Ginny on his arm had caused a huge stir with the photographers waiting outside. Blinking a bit from the flashing of the cameras, Harry smiled down at Ginny.

"I'm glad you are here," He whispered. Without even thinking he leaned down to kiss her causing a frenzy of flashing from the photographers.

Somehow with Ginny's help he managed to get through the long ceremony and speeches, including the short speech that Ginny and Hermione had helped him write. To his relief it was finally time to open the ball.

Unlike the Yule ball of several years earlier, Harry was happy and proud to open the Victory Ball. As he lead the love of his life onto the dance floor, Harry reflected that he was really glad Ginny had pulled him onto the dance floor all those years ago.

22nd-Jan-2011 02:56 pm - Happy Birthday, Ginny!

Title: Happy Birthday, Ginny!

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4419

Summary:  Ginny’s 18th birthday was a memorable one.

Harry wandered nervously around his flat waiting for his girlfriend to arrive.  He smiled as he thought of Ginny.  The two of them had gotten back together after the final battle at Hogwarts.  Last summer, the first summer after the end of the war was very difficult for everyone, especially for the Weasleys.

The loss of Fred was very difficult for everyone.  Mrs. Weasley and George were particularly devastated, but all of the Weasleys were affected.  Harry stayed with them for the beginning of the summer to help repair and restore the Burrow. While he and Ginny had not taken particular pains to hide their relationship, they had not advertised it either and somehow none of the Weasleys had noticed Harry and Ginny falling in love.

Hermione, who Harry was sure would have noticed, spent most of the summer with her parents.  She stayed in England for the funerals, but then she left to look for her parents in Australia.  It had taken her three weeks, but she found them and brought them back to England.  Harry saw her infrequently over the summer as she was busy rebuilding her relationship with her parents.

With everyone’s attention elsewhere, Harry and Ginny spent time in Muggle London.  Harry introduced Ginny to the joys of going to the movies and plays.  Together they explored Muggle tourist sites and did something Harry had always wanted to do, go to the Beach.  They even snuck over to Paris a few times.

Harry hated it when September 1st came around and Ginny returned to Hogwarts.  By that time, Harry had already started training as an Auror so he had moved into his godfather’s old house in London.   While Harry hated being separated from Ginny, at least this time they could write back and forth, something they did frequently.  Harry had never been good at corresponding, but he enjoyed writing to Ginny about his day.  He went to all of Ginny’s Quidditch matches and of course he went to all of the Hogsmeade weekends.

Harry assumed that Ron would be eager to spend the time with Hermione, but when he asked Ron about the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year, Ron said he had to work.  The next Hogsmeade weekend, just before Christmas, the four of them all went to Hogsmeade together.  Ron and Hermione spent most of their time together and did not pay any attention to Harry and Ginny.  Ron even went so far at one point to tell Harry he needed to get a girlfriend.  Harry just shook his head and changed the subject.

By the end of Ginny’s 7th year, it had become a kind of game with Harry and Ginny. They had a running bet on who would be the first to discover their relationship.  Harry’s money was on Hermione, Ginny thought it would be her mother.  Two weeks after graduating from Hogwarts, Ginny won a spot on the Holyhead Harpies and moved to Wales.

Ginny finished training camp last week and after spending a week at the Burrow, she and Harry were going away to celebrate her 18th birthday.  She had celebrated her birthday early with her family and then told her parents she was going away to celebrate with friends.  She just hadn’t mentioned she was going with Harry.

Harry smiled as he heard the crack that signaled Ginny Apparating into his front hall.  He knew it was her, because she was the only one with permission to Apparate into his house.  During the first months after he had defeated Voldemort, the press hounded him relentlessly.  Harry didn’t want to subject Ginny to that level of scrutiny, so he changed the protective wards around his house to allow Ginny to Apparate directly into his house. 

“Harry!”

“Hi, baby, Happy birthday!”

Harry pulled Ginny into his arms and greeted her with a kiss.  Ginny deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and sliding her fingers into his hair.  Harry happily returned the kiss and pulled her closer, molding her body against his.  He lost himself in the kiss and feeling of her body against his.  Harry pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Ginny looked up at him, love shining in her eyes. “I love you, too. I’ve missed you so much.”

Harry leaned down and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss before he stepped back.

“Did you have trouble getting away?” Harry asked.

“No,” she laughed her eyes sparkling. “I told Mum I wanted to celebrate with some friends.”

Her eyes dimmed slightly as she reflected that before the war she never would have been able to sneak away so easily.  Her parents and her brothers were not paying as much attention as they had previously.  She looked around the hallway and saw his travel bag packed and ready to go by the front door. “So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

Harry laughed. Ginny had been trying to worm that information out of him for the past three weeks. “Nope, it’s going to be a surprise.”

All he would tell her was to pack for warm weather, pack a bathing suit and bring her passport.  Ginny pouted playfully but replied, “Okay, Potter, have it your way. When are we leaving?”

Harry laughed and picked up both of their bags. Wrapping an arm around her, he Apparated them to their destination.  Ginny gasped as she looked around.  They were standing on a deck with white wrought-iron rail.  Below them, Ginny saw lush greenery leading to a beautiful white beach.  The deep blue water sparkled in the distance.  Ginny felt the breeze on her face and heard the sound of the waves hitting the beach.

Turning she saw that they were standing next to an oval pool at the back of a large two story beach house.  Shocked, she turned back to see Harry watching her with a slight smile on his face, “Where are we?”

“The British Virgin Islands,” Harry replied. “I wanted to go someplace we wouldn’t be recognized and were we could relax and have fun.”

Holding out his hand, he led her into the house through one of several sets of French doors that opened out onto the deck.  She was surprised to see a key in his hand.  

Harry smiled, “I came over earlier and checked in.”

As they walked into a large, open, brightly lit sun room, Ginny looked around in amazement.  Harry led her into the living room where he presented her with a bouquet of her favorite pink and red roses.

Throwing her arms around him, Ginny hugged him tight.  “Harry, this is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Harry kissed her gently. “I wanted something unique and beautiful, just like you.”

Ginny felt herself melt a little.  She never dreamed that Harry could be romantic, but when they were alone together Harry seemed to look for romantic, thoughtful things he could do for her.

Leaning into his arms, she said, “No, I think it is perfect for me, just like you.”

Harry kissed her deeply before pulling back, “Do you want to see the rest of this place?”

Ginny nodded and hand-in-hand they explored the gourmet kitchen and formal dining room.  They peaked into the two upstairs bedrooms before coming to the master suite.  Harry dropped their bags as they explored the spacious master suite with a Jacuzzi tub and private veranda. The whole house was light and bright with bright, tropical colours.

Turning back to Harry with her eyes shining, she smiled. “This is amazing.”

“Come on, change into your suit. I want to head down to the beach,” Harry said.

Harry and Ginny spent the afternoon playing in the water, stopping occasionally to steal kisses.  As the sun started to set, they made their way back up to the beach house.

Harry paused as they entered the house, “I thought we could have dinner on the patio. I got some steaks to cook on the grill. Does that sound okay?”

“Great.  Let me take a quick shower and I’ll help.”

After ducking into one of the other bathrooms to take a quick shower and change, Harry started the grill. He put two potatoes on the grill and was getting the steaks ready to go on the grill when Ginny came into the kitchen.

He stared as she walked closer, it still amazed him that she wanted to be with him.  Not only was she beautiful and dead sexy, she was also one of the smartest witches he knew.  She was funny and playful and he was amazed how she always seemed to know what he needed.  Walking into the kitchen in a casual green sundress, she took his breath away.

Harry smiled as she walked up to him. He pulled her close and kissed her gently, “Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”

Ginny laughed, “No, I don’t think you did.”

“Well you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Harry replied.

Ginny ran her eyes over the tight white shirt and well worn, dark blue jeans he wore, “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

He kissed her deeply before releasing her, “Would you mind fixing a salad for us?”

She explored the large, well-stocked kitchen and put together a salad, “Where do you want to eat?”

Looking around, Harry suggested, “How about the patio by the pool? It looked like there was a table and chairs.”

Ginny went out to the patio and with a quick, “Scourgify” cleaned off the table. Quickly setting the table with the china she’d found in the kitchen, Ginny sat at the table and talked to Harry while he grilled the steaks.

Harry poured each of them a glass of wine and listened to Ginny tell about her time at training camp.  He was so proud of her.  There were so many hopefuls that tried out for the Harpies each year, but very few ever made it.

Over dinner Harry told Ginny about his training, he had recently completed his first year and due to his skills and hard work had only another few months until his training was complete. He hoped to be a fully qualified Auror by Christmas.

After dinner Harry held his hand out to Ginny, “Will you walk down to the beach with me?”

Smiling Ginny took his hand, “Of course.”

He kept stealing glances at her as they made their way to beach. Taking off their shoes, the couple walked down to the water.

“Harry, this is so beautiful,” Ginny said as they stood with water lapping around their feet.

“Ginny,” Harry began, “this past year has been the most amazing year of my life.  I never thought I’d live past Voldemort so I never really gave much thought to what I would do afterwards.  I never imagined anything as wonderful as having you in my life.  Everything is better with you – shopping, cleaning, cooking.  When I was young, I had to do all of these things for the Dursleys and it was awful.  Doing these things with you…I love it.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Taking a deep breath, Harry knelt down on one knee, “Ginny Weasley, I love you and can’t imagine my life without you.  Will you marry me?”

Ginny felt tears stinging her eyes as she looked down at him, her thoughts racing.  She had been in love with Harry for years.  When she was a child she’d had a huge crush on him, but that crush died a very painful death in the Chamber of Secrets.  Instead it was replaced by respect, and over the next few years she slowly got to know the real Harry.  The moody, honorable, brave, funny and loyal Harry.  When they started dating in her 5th year, it seemed like all of her dreams had come true.  Harry broke her heart a few weeks later by breaking up with her.  Ginny understood how important it was to Harry to protect her and she let him go off to fight Voldemort without complaining.  Since getting back together after the war, Ginny found herself falling more in love with him every day.

“Yes, yes. I will marry you,” Ginny stammered when she realized she hadn’t answered him yet.

Harry stood up, swept Ginny into his arms and swung her around. Setting her down, he threaded his fingers into her hair and kissed her, pouring all of his passion and joy into the kiss. When breathing became necessary, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. The joy in his eyes was breathtaking, Ginny smiled up at him and wiped the tear that trailed it’s way down his cheek.

With shaking hands he placed the ring he’d picked out for her on her finger. Ginny gasped at the ring, it was a square cut diamond with emeralds on either side set in platinum.

“Harry, it’s beautiful,” she gasped as she kissed him again.

“I know we are still young and if you want to wait to get married I understand. I don’t want to stop you from don’t anything you want to do. I just love you so much and I really want to marry you.” Harry said earnestly as he smoothed her hair back behind her ear.

Ginny looked up at him, his beautiful green eyes glistening in the moonlight. “Can we get married here?”

He felt his heart jump as he stared down at her. “Here?”

Ginny nodded.

“But don’t you want to get married at the Burrow with all of your family?”

Ginny grimaced, “I always imagined getting married at the Burrow like Bill did with all of our family and friends.  But the Burrow isn’t the Burrow anymore.  No one laughs and there are no random explosions or pranks… I mean this summer was better than last summer.  Mum wasn’t crying all the time and George has started coming out of his room, but it’s not the same.”

“Don’t you think that your mum would love to plan your wedding?” Harry asked.

Ginny laughed, “Can you imagine me and my mum trying to plan a wedding?  She’d want it all pink and lacy, not me.”

Harry had to agree as he remembered well the planning of Bill and Fleur’s wedding he had witnessed.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He wanted to make sure she got whatever she wanted for her wedding.

Ginny nodded emphatically. “Yes, let’s do something amazing and romantic for our wedding.”

Harry blushed as he looked out at the ocean for a minute before looking down at her, “All we need to do is register tomorrow and we can be married in three days.”

She looked up in surprise before she started laughing, “And just how do you know that, Mr. Potter?”

Looking down at the sand, Harry could fell his cheeks were still red, “I…I checked into it on the off chance…I just thought it would be amazing to get married here. I’d love to have your family here, but…we’ve been together for over a year and no one has even noticed.  I want to do this, just the two of us.”

Ginny kissed him softly, “Let’s do it.”
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“Harry, look!” Ginny leaned out over the edge of the boat, pointing into the clear blue water.  A pair of dolphins were visible playing in the wake of the boat, jumping out of the water and swimming alongside the boat.

Laughing, he snapped a few pictures of both the dolphins and Ginny.  They were taking the ferry over to St. Thomas for the day.

They circled the deck several times during the trip trying to take in beautiful view. Ginny was amazed at the size and the number of the Muggle Cruise ships they saw pulling into the harbor.  As they disembarked at Charlotte Amalie, Harry let Ginny take the lead as they explored the first the old fort and then the shopping available at the Havensight Shopping Center.

Ginny smiled as she watched Harry hover around the front of the shop.  The shops all had only two or three walls with one or sometimes two of the walls opening out onto a common outdoor area.  She smirked slightly when she saw several young girls eyeing him up.  He was tan and fit and for once he looked relaxed and happy. He looked up from the display of bracelets he was examining and smiled at her. She blew him a kiss before turning back around to examine the rack of dresses in front of her. She hoped to find a wedding dress on the island.

“Can I help you?” Ginny turned at the sound of the melodious voice near her shoulder.

Smiling Ginny explained, “I’m getting married in a few days and I wanted to get a nice dress.”

“Excellent. My name is Maria and I will be happy to help you look for a dress.” The friendly sales clerk introduced herself.”

“I’m Ginny. That would be great. I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, but I want a white or cream coloured flowing dress.”

It took only twenty minutes for Maria to help Ginny find a simple white cocktail dress with a halter top and flowing tiered skirt.  She added a pearl and pink crystal necklace and earrings to complete the outfit.

Harry grabbed her bags as she walked out of the shop.  He pointed to white carriages that were rising over the island. “Do you want to try the skyride? It’s supposed to have an amazing view.”

“Is it safe?” Ginny asked nervously after watching the skyride.

Laughing he hugged her, “Ginny, would I take you on a ride that wasn’t safe?”

Tightly holding his hand, Ginny boarded the carriage and stood by the window as the carriage rose slowly over the town of Charlotte Amalie to the top of Flag Hill.  After enjoying an exotic bird show, the couple shared a long lunch before heading back to the harbor to catch the ferry back to Tortola.
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Taking the time to look in the mirror one more time, Ginny smiled.  Her hair was swept up off her face and she let the curls fall down her back.  Her new dress set off her newly acquired light tan and she’d found a pair of low heeled sandals that set off the outfit perfectly.

Grabbing the small cascading bouquet of purple and pink orchards, Ginny hurried out to the beach.  She wasn’t sure how Harry arranged to wedding ceremony in so short a period of time, right on the beach outside their beach house, but he had somehow taken care of all of the arrangements.

The sun was starting to set over the water as she walked out to the white shelter Harry had erected earlier that day. The celebrant who was going to perform the ceremony was chatting quietly with her husband and assistant who were there to act as witnesses. Harry stood at the edge of the shelter, looking out over the water.

He was wearing a white tunic style shirt and a pair of khaki trousers.  Ginny smiled when she realized he was barefoot in the sand.  As if sensing her arrival, Harry turned and smiled at her. 

Ginny could feel the sting of tears welling up in her eyes as she walked over to her fiancée.  He met her halfway across the shelter, taking her hands in his.

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered huskily as he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss again her lips.

She smiled up at him, joy bubbling inside of her. “Thank you. You look amazing.”

“No doubts?” Harry asked softly searching her eyes. He wanted to marry her more than anything in the world, but he wanted to make sure she was happy.

“No doubts, my love.” She whispered. “This is perfect. I love you and you love me and right now that is all that matters. I want this.”

Harry couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across his face. “I love you.”

Hand in hand they turned to their small audience of three. Corinne, the celebrant, stepped forward. “Come, children. Let us get you married.”

With the sound of the waves softy crashing on the shore and a cool breeze blowing around them, Harry and Ginny said the vows that bound them together for life.
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Harry looked around the room one more time to ensure they had packed everything.  Ginny walked over and slid her arm around his waist, “I guess we have to leave.”

Wrapping both of his arms around her, he kissed her softly. “I know. Part of me wants to stay here forever, but I know we need to get back.”

Ginny snuggled into her husband’s chest for a few minutes before she said, “Just get us out of here before I change my mind.”

With a wave of his hand, Harry sent their bags on to Grimmauld Place and tightening his arms around her he Apparated them back to London.

Ginny sighed as they arrived back at Grimmauld Place. Harry hugged her tightly, “Welcome home, Mrs. Potter.”

She smiled and kissed him, “ ‘Mrs. Potter.’ I love the sound of that.”

“So when are we going to tell your family?” Harry asked.

“Well my mum doesn’t expect me until next weekend,” Ginny replied, “Why don’t we just tell everyone then? I think everyone’s coming as an end of the summer celebration.”

“That sounds good,” Harry said as he started kissing his way down her neck, “So what are we going to do for the next week?”

Ginny laughed as she moved closer to him and arched her neck giving him better access, “I don’t know… I can’t think of anything in particular.”

Harry swept her off her feet and carried her up to their bedroom.

Over dinner that evening Harry said, “I’ve been thinking. Now that we’re married we should find a place that’s just ours.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Ginny said.

“No. I…I don’t know that I’m ready to sell this place, but we should find a place that is just for us. No history or family.”

“Could we get a place in Wales?” Ginny asked hopefully. “When I was at training camp, I stayed near these really nice new flats. I kept thinking that I’d love to live there.”

“Wales,” Harry repeated as he turned the idea over in his mind, “That sounds great. I’ve never really been there. I can Apparate into London from anywhere.”

Ginny beamed, “Let’s go look tomorrow.”

It was the third flat they walked into. As soon as they walked in, Harry and Ginny both agreed it was perfect for them. By Friday night, they had everything moved in.

Harry and Ginny were just returning from a morning jog when it happened. Harry turned on the WWN while they prepared breakfast.

As the song ended the announcer came on, “I have big news. It appears that Britain’s Most Eligible Bachelor is no longer eligible. It has been reported that Harry Potter is now married. A marriage license was issued for Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley in the British Virgin Islands last week. Congratulations to the happy couple!”

Harry looked at Ginny in shock, “How did they find out?”

“Who cares about that? My mum is going to kill us if that’s how she finds out that we’re married,” Ginny replied.

“So are we headed to the Burrow?” Harry asked.

Ginny nodded, “Let’s finish eating and head over.”

By the time Harry and Ginny arrived at the Burrow, reporters had already arrived. Harry could tell that Bill must have increased the wards around the Burrow as none of the reporters appeared to be able to get into the yard. As soon as the two of them appeared, flashbulbs started flashing and the reporters started yelling questions at them.

Ginny grabbed Harry’s hand and they quickly entered the kitchen. Harry froze when he saw all of the Weasleys gathered in the kitchen.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley,” Mrs. Weasley began, “Please tell me this is not true.”

Ginny looked around the kitchen at all of her family.  Ron and Hermione, Bill and Fleur, George, Percy, Charlie and her parents were all staring at them with varying degrees of disapproval.

“Harry, how could you?” Ron almost growled, “You haven’t looked at her for almost two years and now you run off and marry her?”

Ginny glared at her brother, “What do you mean he hasn’t looked at me? We’ve been dating for the past year and a half!”

“What?!” her family all seemed to yell at the same time.

Harry responded this time, “I love Ginny, we have been together for the past year and a half and we are married now.”

Mrs. Weasley collapsed into the closest chair, “How could…but…a year and a half?”

Ginny sat next to her mum, “Well really, it’s more like two and a half years. Harry broke up with me before he went on his Horcrux hunt, but we got back together right after…the war ended.”

She reached out and took her mum’s hand, “I love him and he loves me.”

Mrs. Weasley looked from one to the other, “Well, I always hoped you would get together, but married?”

Harry sat next to Ginny as the rest of the family sat down, “We…we went away for Ginny’s birthday and … I don’t know it just seemed right. We planned to tell you tomorrow night.  I’m sorry that you had to find out over the WWN, but I’m not sorry we got married.”

Mrs. Weasley looked at the couple sitting next to her.  Anger had been her first reaction when she heard the announcement on the WWN, but seeing how happy they looked she smiled. “I guess all I can say is congratulations! I love you both.”

Mrs. Weasley stood and hugged both of them.  Mr. Weasley and her brothers took a little longer to accept the situation.  George was thrilled for them, he told Ginny that he and Fred always thought Harry and Ginny would end up together.  Ron and Hermione were shocked and a little hurt that Harry and Ginny kept their relationship a secret, but in the end Ron was thrilled that Harry was actually his brother.

As Ginny watched her husband talking to her family she decided that her 18th birthday was her best birthday so far!

1st-Jan-2011 10:10 am - Christmas Biscuits
Title: Christmas Biscuits
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: G
Word Count: 5,088
Summary: Some Traditions are meant to be passed generation to generation

Author's Note: I've decided to try posting on my live journal account. This story was originally posted last Christmas.




Sirius had just finished going through his supplies when Harry wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey, kiddo. Are you doing anything this afternoon?”

Harry shook his head, “No, I was just reading in the drawing room. Ron, Fred, and George went to the hospital with Mrs. Weasley and Hermione threatened me with bodily harm if I disturbed her while she was working on her Ancient Runes homework. I was just coming to get something to drink for me and Ginny.”

“Would you and Ginny like to do something with me this afternoon?” Sirius asked casually. He cast a hopeful look at his godson. He didn’t want to pressure him, but at the same time, it would be a lot of fun.

Harry’s face lit up at the prospect of spending the afternoon with his godfather. “Sure. I’ll go get her.”

By the time Harry and Ginny arrived in the kitchen a few minutes later, Sirius had spread out his supplies.

“Hi, Sirius. So what are we going to do?” Ginny asked eagerly. “I was working on the most boring Potions essay ever.”

Sirius laughed, “We are going to make Christmas biscuits. Now before you say anything, I have to let you know that I am fulfilling a promise by making biscuits with you, Harry.”

The teens exchanged a glance before Harry replied. “Sure, that sounds like fun. Who was the promise to?”

“I’ll tell you that story as we work. Have either of you made Christmas biscuits before?” Sirius asked.

“I used to make biscuits with my mum when I was little,” Ginny replied.

Harry shook his head.“No, my aunt didn’t trust me with Christmas biscuits for some reason. She would always do them herself.”

Biting his tongue to keep from saying anything about Petunia, Sirius asked. “What kind of biscuits do you want to make first? Sugar biscuits, oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip?”

“You pick, Harry.” Ginny said.

Harry decided on oatmeal raisin biscuits and Sirius pulled out the first recipe card and made it hover in front of them. As the kids started to mix the ingredients together, Sirius started his tale. “As you know, I left this place,” he gestured around him to indicate Grimmauld Place, “when I was 16. I went to live with James and his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were the best. They were older when they had James and they didn’t spoil him like my parents did Regulus, but he didn’t want for much.”
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“Boys!”

James and Sirius looked up from the chess games they were currently playing. James called out, “Yes, mum.”

“Can you boys come down to the kitchen for a moment?” Mrs. Potter called.

As they made their way to the kitchen, Sirius leaned over to James, “We didn’t do anything did we?”

James scratched his head, “I don’t think so. She already yelled at us for breaking the window in the greenhouse. We haven’t pulled any pranks recently.”

The teens entered the large, warm kitchen to find Mrs. Potter standing in front of the wooden kitchen table.

“Yes, mum. What’s up?” James asked with a smile.

Mrs. Potter broke into gales of laughter at the expressions on their faces. “Don’t worry, boys you aren’t in trouble.”

James and Sirius exchanged a sheepish grin and turned back to Mrs. Potter. She continued, “I called you down because I wanted to bake Christmas biscuits with you.”

Giving his mother a puzzled look, James said. “Christmas biscuits? We’ve never done that before.”

“Well, actually, darling, we did when you were little, but I stopped for some reason when you got older. I think I was concerned that you would find it too girly or not want to do it. I was talking to Mrs. Bones the other day and she was telling me what fun she and Amelia had baking biscuits together. I figured that in these troubled times, we can use all the fun we can get. So what do you say boys, do you want to bake Christmas biscuits?”

Exchanging another look with his best friend James turned back to his mother, “Sounds great. What do we need to do?”

“Yeah, I love Christmas biscuits.” Sirius added.

With a smile, Mrs. Potter began to show the boys how to make Christmas biscuits.
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Harry smiled at the image of his dad and godfather baking biscuits together. He slid the first tray of biscuits into the oven and asked, “What was my grandmother like?”

Smiling Sirius replied, “Mrs. P., she was the best. She was a tiny little thing, she was just barely 5 feet tall, so James and I towered over her. But she was a force of nature that’s for sure.”

Looking at Ginny he said, “In some ways she reminds me of your mother. She took me in without any comment and treated me like another son. She was very easy going for the most part, but if she was angry with you…”

Sirius laughed, “Trust me you did not want her angry with you. She may have been tiny, but James and his dad and I did whatever she told us to do.”

“She sounds great,” Harry said his eyes shining with emotion.

“Oh, she was.” Sirius said.

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Mrs. Potter smiled as she watched the boys work together. They were so close, when James was younger she worried about him not having any siblings, but once he met Sirius…well they were brothers in all but blood and name.

“This is a very handy skill to have.” Mrs. Potter said as she used her wand to cut out different shapes of biscuits. “Maybe someday you boys will be able to teach your own children how to make Christmas biscuits.”

James looked up, but the joke he was about to make died on his lips. He could tell how much this meant to his mother. “Of course, mum.”

“I don’t mean to get all serious on you boys, I just worry sometimes.” Mrs. Potter sighed as she sent the biscuits floating through the air to the baking sheets. “I’m not getting any younger and with all of the trouble going on right now…”

Sirius fidgeted uncomfortably, his family was right in the center of all of the trouble going on. All that pureblood crap, that was one of the reasons he’d left his family. He knew his so-called family thought he was glad to be in Gryffindor to annoy them, but that wasn’t the whole reason. Sirius really did think the pureblood nonsense his parents had fed him from the cradle was crazy. He was proud that the Sorting Hat realized that he was different from the rest of those snakes and put him in with the brave and sometimes reckless Gryffindors.

Mrs. Potter shook her head, “I don’t want to get into all of that. I just want us to have a great Christmas together — baking biscuits, wrapping presents, decorating the house, singing Christmas carols…I don’t want what is going on in the world to stop us from enjoying ourselves when we can. I want you boys to promise me that you will not let that evil man and his followers stop you from enjoying life. Fall in love, get married, have children — that is the way to defeat him.”

Sirius sent a sly glance at his best mate, “James would have no problems with that part as long it is to a pretty red-head…”

He got no further and James pelted him with a handful of flour. Laughing, Sirius shook the flour out of his hair, “There’s no need to get violent. Besides you know it’s true.”

With a flick of her wand, Mrs. Potter cleaned Sirius up, “Really, James. It’s not exactly a secret how you feel about that girl.”

Another flick of her wand brought out a tray of biscuits to be decorated. She had traditional Christmas shapes like trees and ornaments, but she had also included stags and dogs and wolves in the mix.
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“Wait a minute,” Harry broke in, “My grandmother knew about Remus and you guys?”

A puzzled look crossed Ginny’s face for a moment before she realized, “Your dad was an animagus as well?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, he was a stag. They learned how to become animagi so they could keep Remus company during the full moon.”

“Both your grandparents knew.” Sirius explained, “It was during the summer I moved in with them. I had been there for about a month and Remus had come over for a week. The second night we were there, after dinner, your grandparents pulled us into the sitting room.”

“I was so nervous. I thought maybe they had decided that I couldn’t stay any longer,” Sirius said a little self consciously. He met Harry’s eyes and saw the understanding shining in them. He inwardly winced, realizing that unfortunately his godson understood that feeling all too well.

“Anyhow, they told us that they knew Remus was a werewolf. Poor Remus, I thought he was going to cry on the spot. I think he thought he wasn’t going to be allowed to stay either. But Mr. and Mrs. Potter just told us how proud they were that we were such good and loyal friends. Mrs. Potter had seen us transform and had figured out why we learned to become animagi. I thought maybe they would make us register or tell Professor Dumbledore, but they didn’t. They said that we were almost adults and if we wanted to keep it a secret that was our decision. I think they wanted us to register when we got older, but if word got out how young we were when we became animagi…it would have put us all under a lot of scrutiny.”

“Wow,” Ginny said, “Your grandparents sound really cool.”

Harry nodded, “They do. I wish I could have met them.”

“Me too, kiddo.” Sirius said. “They would have loved you to pieces. Your grandmother was still alive when your parents found out that Lily was pregnant…Merlin, she was so happy.”

Sirius busied himself with shaping biscuits for a moment to get his emotions under control. The teens exchanged a glance.

“So how do you make different shapes?” Harry asked after a minute trying to redirect the conversation onto a less emotional topic.

Sirius pulled his wand and showed them the spell to cut out Christmas biscuits. “You just think of the shape you want, and then — no spin your wrist like this, Harry.”

Both teens tried the spell, “Good job, Ginny.”

Ginny had cut several Christmas trees and wreaths. Harry looked over at what she had done and with a spin of his wrist created Santa hats and reindeer.

“Good job, pup.” Sirius looked over Harry’s shoulder. “Now you can either dip them in sugar or cook them first and decorate with frosting when they are done.”

After deciding which biscuits they would decorate later, Harry and Ginny had fun dipping the rest of the biscuits in different colored sugars.

Harry smiled at his godfather, “Do you know how to make gingerbread biscuits?”

“Sure, is that a favorite of yours?” Sirius asked as he dug through his stack of recipe cards.

Harry colored slightly, “Well, I don’t know exactly. Aunt Petunia always used to make them for Dudley and they smelled so good, but…she would never let me have any. I just want to try some.”

Having kept his focus on the countertop in front of him, Harry missed the horrified looked that traveled between Ginny and Sirius. Taking a deep breath to get his emotions under control, Sirius replied, “I’m sure my gingerbread tastes much better than Petunia’s does.”

Laughing Harry said, “I’m sure it does.”

Sirius smiled as he watched Harry and Ginny creating not only gingerbread men, but also gingerbread dogs, stags, and wolves.

Harry looked over Ginny’s shoulder at her latest creation. “What is that?”

She elbowed him lightly, “It’s a unicorn. I like unicorns. My brothers would make fun of me if I made unicorns because they said they were too girly.”

“I like unicorns,” Harry said. “I saw some in the Forbidden Forest during my first year, they are very beautiful.”

Ginny gave him a dazzling smile before turning back to make some more unicorns. Sirius bit back a smile at the stunned look that crossed his godson’s face as he watched Ginny. “Do I need to be concerned about why my 11 year old godson was in the Forbidden Forest?”

Harry started as he realized he was still staring at Ginny and laughed, “No. I was with Hagrid. I was actually supposed to be there — that time.”

“I don’t think I’ll take that bait.” Sirius said laughing.

“Hey, we should make some chocolate biscuits for Remus.” Harry said. “He loves chocolate, I’m sure he likes chocolate biscuits, doesn’t he?”

Laughing, Sirius replied, “Yes, he does. You know Moony, he loves all forms of chocolate.”

Sirius showed Harry how to melt chocolate with his wand and Ginny started mixing the sugar and butter. Once he was sure the teens had the recipe under control, Sirius said, “This isn’t the first time we’ve made biscuits together, kiddo.”

Looking up with excitement on his face, Harry said, “Really?”

Smiling at Harry’s excitement, Sirius said, “Yeah. Well, you didn’t do much, but we did it together.”
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Sirius pulled up in front of his best friend’s house and parked his motorcycle in the driveway. There was smoke coming from the fireplace, so someone was home. He supposed he should have checked to see if someone was home before riding over in the snow, but he was restless and wanted out of his small boring flat.

As he made his way to the front door he smiled to see the tiny snowmen he and James had made last week to entertain Harry. He wasn’t sure how entertained his four month old godson had been, but he and James had a blast.

After a few moments, it was an obviously stressed Lily who answered the door. Her dark auburn hair had pulled out of it’s normally neat ponytail and Sirius spotted what appeared to be splashes of paint on her jeans and t-shirt.

“Sirius, come on in.” Lily said as she hurried towards her kitchen. “I don’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was make James a nice Christmas present and now I’ll be late to meet Petunia for lunch and I haven’t been to the store yet and I won’t be able to make these stupid biscuits for the meeting tonight and I still haven’t given Harry a bath -”

Lily’s voice trailed away as they entered the kitchen. Sirius looked around in shock, the normally clean kitchen was a disaster area. Harry was sitting in his carrier with paint on his feet and legs. Newspaper was scattered all over the floor with a tray of dark green paint to match the paint currently on Lily and Harry. In the center of the mess was a cream colored jumper. On the counter, Sirius could see a stack of bowls with a sack of chocolate chips, cinnamon candies, colored sugar, and several tubes of icing.

Pulling his wand, Sirius cast a silent Cleaning Charm on his godson’s feet and legs and picked him up out of his carrier.

“Hey, buddy.” Sirius placed a kiss on Harry soft cheek. Harry smiled and reached up to pat Sirius’s face.

“So what is this present for James?” Sirius asked Lily anxiously. He was a little afraid she was going to start crying and he did not deal well with crying girls.

Lily took a deep breath and pointed to the jumper on the floor. “I wanted to put Harry’s hand and foot prints on the jumper. I thought it would make a cute gift, but I can’t get it…I’ve already had to clear it off and start all over again three or four times.”

Sirius nodded, “Do you want me to help? I’ll hold his foot and you hold the jumper?”

Nodding gratefully, Lily knelt down on the floor and smoothed out the jumper. Sirius looked at Harry for a moment before pulling off the pants he had on, “I think it will be easier without these in the way.”

He wrapped his arm around Harry holding him still and stood him in the green paint. He and Lily laughed at the look on Harry’s face. Sirius lifted him out of the paint and held him above the tray for a moment to let the extra paint drip off, then he pressed Harry’s feet to the jumper.

Lily cleaned off Harry’s feet, before they repeated the process with Harry’s hands. As Sirius cleaned off his hands, Lily pulled out her wand and in a neat precise hand wrote ‘Happy Christmas, Daddy’ above the prints they had made and 1980 below the prints. She smiled as she cast a Preservation Charm on the jumper so the prints and writing wouldn’t smudge.

She held up the jumper to show it to Sirius, “What do you think?”

Smiling Sirius nodded, “It looks great. I think Prongs will love it.”

Lily set the jumper on the table with a smile. Her smile faded as she caught sight of the clock. “Oh, no. I have only 30 minutes to meet Petunia.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Why are you meeting with her anyhow? She is always such a …”

He trailed off as he caught the look on Lily’s face. She sighed, “I know we aren’t getting along that well now, but we were so close growing up…I just keep hoping that we will get that back.”

Sirius made a face, but he knew that if he had a chance with Regulus he might be tempted to meet with him. Lily continued brightly, “Petunia has a baby boy as well, his name is Dudley, he’s a month older than Harry. I haven’t met him yet, but…anyhow Petunia and I are going to have lunch and do some Christmas shopping. That’s something we always used to do with our mum.”

Looking worriedly at the clock, Lily said, “I don’t think I’ll have time to get Harry over to Mrs. Figg’s, maybe I should call Pet and tell her I’ll be late.”

Making up his mind, Sirius said, “Don’t worry about it Lily. I’ll watch Harry, didn’t you say something about going to the store?”

Lily looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and concern in her eyes. “Are you sure? I was going to go to the store this morning and get some raisins and some more flour and eggs for the biscuits.”

“Not a problem, Lils. Harry and I will go to store. You go have lunch with your snotty sister and we’ll hang out here and have fun.”

Lily still looked a little uncertain, but another glimpse of the clock made up her mind. “You remember how to make his bottles and check them?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Lily. I just watched him last week. I remember how to change his nappies and make his bottle and that disgusting cereal you feed him. Go, we’ll be fine.”

With a look of gratitude, Lily ran up the stairs to get ready. Ten minutes later she was back downstairs, she had let her long auburn hair down and had changed into in a clean silver blouse, black pants, and low heels,

Sirius gave a loud whistle as she ran through to grab her purse. “Hey, Lils, you clean up good.”

Rolling her eyes, Lily ignored his comment. “James is out running an errand for the Order, I’m not sure if he’ll be home before the meeting or if he’s just planning on heading straight there.”

“Not a problem, you have fun and I’ll see you back here later.” Sirius said.

Kissing her son on the cheek, Lily smiled at Sirius, “Thanks. And remember, no taking Harry flying or up on your motorcycle.”
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Ginny was laughing, “So how long after she left did you take him flying?”

Affecting an offended look, Sirius asked, “What makes you think I took him flying?”

Ginny and Harry both burst out laughing.

“I think they’re on to you,” came a voice from the doorway.

Turning to see his best friend in the doorway, Sirius mock glared at him, “Did the smell of chocolate lure you from the library?”

“Actually, it did,” Remus laughed as he helped himself to a chocolate biscuit fresh from the oven.

“I will have you know, that it is only thanks to my generous godson that we have chocolate biscuits for you,” Sirius told him.

Blushing slightly Harry said, “I just thought you would like chocolate biscuits.”

“Well, thank you, I love chocolate biscuits. These are really good by the way.” Remus said with a twinkle in his eyes. “So Sirius is teaching you how to make Christmas biscuits?”

“Yeah, it’s great.” Harry said.

Ginny nodded in agreement. “Cooking with my mum is never this much fun.”

Flushing with pleasure, Sirius smiled. “Thanks. What would you like to do next?”

Harry gestured for Ginny to choose. She smiled, “Can we make some jam biscuits?”

With a smile, Sirius produced the appropriate recipe card. Once they had started making the batter, Remus turned to Harry, “So what is this about Sirius not taking you flying? You know he and James had you up on a broom when you were only a few months old.”

“That’s true, but I didn’t take him up without James and James wasn’t home the time I’m talking about.” Sirius said virtuously.

“That’s because you were scared of Lily.” Remus pointed out laughing.

Ginny and Harry watched the conversation between the two old friends with amusement.

“Why were you scared of Harry’s mum?” Ginny asked curiously.

Sirius turned to her laughing, “Well, rather like you, Lily was a beautiful red head with a bit of a temper and a rather powerful witch.”

While Ginny blushed, Remus added, “Lily knew better than to trust this old dog.”

“Probably like your brothers are scared of you,” Harry put in.

“I would never hurt Harry,” Sirius said looking a little put out, “I have always been very careful around Harry.”

“Do you know I used to have dreams about your flying motorcycle?” Harry said.

“Really?” Sirius asked. “I never really took you up on it much.”

“It’s kind of mixed up with the memories of my parents, so it might be from when Hagrid took me to my aunt and uncle’s house.” Harry explained. “I thought it was just a dream for the longest time until Hagrid mentioned that he used your flying motorcycle to take me to my aunt and uncle’s house.”

“So what did you do if you didn’t take him flying?” Ginny asked.

Sirius laughed, “I made Christmas biscuits with him of course.”
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Sirius bundled Harry up and headed into town. Having spent quite a bit of time with the Potters, Sirius knew his way around Godric’s Hollow. He skirted around the town square and headed for the small grocers on the corner. It only took him a few minutes to find everything Lily needed and they headed back home.

Sirius settled Harry down on a blanket on the floor after feeding and changing him. Looking around, Sirius cast Locking and Security Charms before changing into Padfoot and settling down on the floor next to the sleeping baby.

When Sirius woke a little while later, he felt small hands pulling on his fur. Turning his head, he saw his godson leaning against him rubbing his face in his fur. Padfoot gave a soft bark and licked Harry on the face. Harry fell back against the pillows stacked around him laughing. Padfoot nosed him in the belly and Harry grabbed his snout between his little hands.

After Harry tired of playing with the shaggy black dog, Padfoot transformed back into Sirius. Reaching down, he grabbed his godson and threw him in the air. Harry squealed with laughter as Sirius caught him and kissed him on the forehead.
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Ginny laughed, “That is so cute. Harry used to play with you while you were in your animagus form?”

Remus burst out laughing as both Harry and Sirius blushed. “Yeah, it was pretty cute when Padfoot would curl up with Harry. Harry used to love to play with Padfoot.”

Getting over his embarrassment, Sirius added “When I would bark, he would just laugh and laugh. We would play and then he would curl up next to me and fall asleep.”
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Carrying his godson with him, Sirius made his way into the kitchen. After he fixed Harry a bottle and settled him in the carrier, he looked around at the supplies Lily had gathered to bake biscuits.

“What do you think, Harry, should we make some Christmas biscuits?” Sirius asked the baby.

Chewing on his favorite stuffed stag, Harry smiled at the older wizard.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sirius said. Looking around, he had to admit Lily was very organized. She had the recipe cards set out as well as most of the supplies she would need. Unfortunately, as brilliant as Lily was, she just could not get the hang of baking.

“I do actually know how to do this,” Sirius told the infant as he gathered and measured the necessary ingredients. “Your grandmother taught me how.”

With a wave of his wand, Sirius sent the necessary ingredients into a bowl and set it to stirring. “You know, I left my parent’s house when I was 16. You don’t really need to know why, but I went to live with your dad and your grandparents. Now your grandmother was wonderful woman.”

Sirius sighed as he started scooping dough onto the baking sheet. “I wish you could have met your grandparents, they passed away when your mum was pregnant with you.”

He watched the baby for a moment before continuing, “Anyhow, your grandmum decided that your dad and I needed to learn how to make Christmas biscuits.”

Sliding the tray into the oven, Sirius cleaned the bowl and started making more batter. He continued his story to the baby, “I think your grandmum sometimes missed not having a girl, but anyhow she had me and James. So she was determined to teach us how to make Christmas biscuits.”

To Sirius’s surprise, the afternoon flew by as he made and decorated biscuits. He set up a blanket and pillows on the floor and set Harry up with some toys. He told Harry story after story about his grandparents and parents.

After setting the last tray of biscuits on the cooling rack, Sirius picked up the baby and carried him into the sitting room. He had just settled down on the floor when the door opened and Lily came in carrying several bags.

She stopped short at the sight of Sirius and Harry playing on the floor. “Did you two have fun?”

Setting down her bags, Lily came over and picked up her baby. “What did you and Uncle Padfoot do today, angel?”

Kissing the baby, she set him on her hip and carried him into the kitchen where she looked around in confusion. Turning back to look at Sirius who had followed her, “You made Christmas biscuits?”

Blushing slightly Sirius said, “Well, you said you were going to make biscuits for the meeting tonight. I just thought I would help out.”

Lily walked over to the table and looked at the stacks of chocolate chips, sugar biscuits, lemon bars, peanut butter biscuits, and oatmeal raisin biscuits.

“This looks amazing, Sirius.” Lily said. “I had no idea you could cook.”

The banging of the front door distracted the two of them.

“Lily, Sirius.” James’s voice echoed through the house.

“In here, love.” Lily called.

As James came into the kitchen, he reached out for Harry. “How’s my boy?”

Harry shrieked with delight as his father lifted him up in the air and twirled him around. Settling Harry in his arms, James gave Lily a kiss and greeted Sirius. He looked around the kitchen.

Smiling he said, “Making Christmas biscuits with my son, Padfoot?”

Sirius nodded, “Just like I promised, Prongs.”
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Harry smiled as they set the last of the biscuits on racks to cool. With a flick of his wand, Sirius sent the dirty bowls, measuring cups, and utensils to the sink.

“Thanks, Sirius.” Harry said. “That was fun…and I loved hearing about my parents and grandparents.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” Sirius replied as he gathered his godson in a big hug. Harry stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned the embrace.

The sound of the front door opening announced the return of the Weasleys from the hospital. Before Ginny escaped upstairs, Sirius turned to her. “Thanks for helping.”

Ginny smiled and hugged the older wizard, before he pulled away he whispered into her ear, “You are really good for him. Thanks.”

After duplicating his recipe cards, Sirius handed the original stack to Harry. “Your grandmother made these cards for me. I don’t know where your dad’s ended up, but I think these should go to you.”

With a shaking hand, Harry reached out and took the handwritten cards from his godfather. He looked down at the cards, tears prickling his eyes. It was the only thing he’d ever been given of his grandparents. Blinking to clear the tears from his eyes, Harry looked up at his godfather. He couldn’t even imagine what to say.

Sirius smiled at the emotion he saw in his godson’s eyes. He pulled him into another hug and kissed him on the top of his head. “Just make sure you share them with your children someday.”
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Ginny smiled as she looked at the paper chain covered Christmas tree. She straightened up the sitting room before heading into the kitchen. In the doorway she paused to take in the scene.

James was mixing up a batch of batter with Teddy helping to keep him on track. Albus was decorating some Christmas tree biscuits while Harry was helping Lily to dip her broomstick shaped biscuit into green sugar.

Three year old Lily looked up at her father, “Is that good, Daddy?”

Harry smiled down at his daughter, “That is perfect, princess.”

“Daddy,” James said. “Tell me about making Christmas biscuits with Uncle Sirius.”

Harry looked up and caught sight of his wife in the doorway; he smiled and blew a kiss at her. “It was the Christmas I was 15….”

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