((Out Of Fan-Fic.)) This will be my 1st Fan Fiction here at "Harry Potter Forums". I have absolutely no idea what this will turn out to be. I've done other Fan Fictions that I will post (if I deem it appropriate for the forum) at some point, because some of them can get...a bit raunchy (if you've no clue what that means please look it up), and if you've no mind or stomach for that sort of thing I advise you not to read them (that is IF I even post them).
Harry was standing off to the side with Ron and Hermione watching as the staff and students bowed their heads in respect for the dead and dying. Harry felt numb with grief, but he simply stared straight ahead of him seeing nothing. He had not said a word since he had defeated Voldemort. Hermione and Ron had tried to get him to engage in simple conversation, but that mostly ended up with Hermione in tears and Ron scowling at the floor. Harry took a shuddery breath and whispered to Hermione that she and Ron should meet him in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione did not respond, but he saw her whisper in Ron’s ear. He fled the sight of so much death and cold fear to light and safety…
Now the scene had changed and Harry was sitting in the Great Hall sipping wine with his fellow Gryffindors (for they had all come of age). He was telling some joke, but no one seemed to really be listening. He started to say something, but Prof. McGonagall had silenced the Great Hall. She was saying something about repairing Hogwarts to its proper state and students going home on a holiday (for which there was a huge burst of applause). He wasn’t sure whether to be happy or sad, but all he knew was that Ginny was kissing him…
The scene had changed again. Now he was an adult and he was marrying Ginny Weasley and that he could never have been happier. Hermione and Ron had gotten married and he was so proud of them…
The scene changed yet again and he was witnessing his third son’s birth. Suddenly the nurse who’d been coaching suddenly transformed into Voldemort and he was hissing in parseltongue to another nurse which had become his large snake Nagini.
“Kill. Kill them all! Leave none alive!” Voldemort cried. “Leave Potter to watch his son die!”
“No! I can’t bear it!” Harry cried sitting up in bed. “GINNY!”
“Hmm…? Harry? What’s wrong?” Ginny said, groggily sitting up beside him.
“It’s nothing dear. Just another nightmare…” Harry replied numbly.
Harry had been having several of late where he would re-witness his life at Hogwarts and then he would be witnessing his son’s birth and then Voldemort would appear and Harry would awaken drenched in sweat. “Hon, you need to practice Occlumency like Hermione said…” Ginny said rolling over in bed to face him. “It’d probably help with those…dreams.” Harry kissed her and told her to go back to sleep. She sighed, seeing he would not be persuaded with a kiss or a long talk so she just rolled over and fell asleep. Harry rubbed his forehead as if in irritation even though he knew he would never feel it prickle or burn again.
“Maybe…I just need to sleep better…” Harry mumbled lying back down.
“Mmhm…” Ginny murmured.
Harry sat up in bed the next morning feeling wasted. He knew he had not drunk a drop of wine since he graduated from Hogwarts, but he felt like he was going to hurl all the same. He muttered something about “feeling ill” to Ginny who had sat up looking concerned. “Do you want me to—?” Ginny began. He saw her reach for her wand.
“Nah. Just forget it dear…” He mumbled as he stood up. “I’ll be back…”
Harry felt his wife’s eyes on his back as he ambled off to the bathroom. He gingerly shut the door with a snap that sounded like a bullet to his ears. He stepped into the toilet bowl and flushed. He was instantly transported to the Burrow. He was greeted by a huge burst of laughter that sounded like the Weasleys had company over. He climbed out of the toilet and exited the bathroom. Ron was telling Hermione a joke that sounded retarded and hilarious at the same time. Hermione saw Harry and let out a huge gasp of surprise. “Harry! When did you get here?” She exclaimed. Harry nodded stiffly towards the bathroom. There was a flushing noise and Ginny emerged looking quite ruffled at having to use a toilet as a portal. “Oh dear…” Hermione whispered. Harry nodded at his wife who ignored him.
“How do you do Ginny Potter?” Ron said who looked like he was either going to laugh or wet his pants. “Hermione have you met—.”
“Yes dear! I’ve met your sister!” She snapped back.
“Ginny…I…” Harry spluttered.
“Shut it! You said you felt ILL!” Ginny roared and for a fleeting instant Harry was reminded of uncle Vernon but her face didn’t turn purple.
“I…I…” He said meekly. “Sorry sweetheart…”
“Why did you have to lie to me Harry?’ Ginny looked ready to cry. “Why?”
“I just wanted to talk to Hermione about—.” Harry said.
“Oh! Did you now!” Ginny shrieked.
“Ginny Weasley! SHUT UP!” Ron roared.
The room fell silent. Never had Ron told Ginny what to do and now he was going to pay for his words. He tried to say sorry, but she had whipped out her wand and was pointing it at his throat like a rapier. “What did you say?” She hissed in a deadly voice. He swallowed and said nothing. Harry tried to defend his friend, but Ginny turned her wand at him. “You go home! NOW!” She screamed. Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione in barely a whisper, turned on the spot, and disapparated. Ginny scowled at Ron who was shrinking against the wall. “Why did he feel the need to come here?” She hissed in Ron’s face that had turned a bright red.
“I dunno. Ginny, I think you’ve lost it…” Ron said cautiously. “Uh…I meant…”
“Smooth Ronald…” Hermione muttered.
Ginny swung around to face Hermione. She advanced on her slowly as if thinking that this would improve her chances. “Ginny…I’m warning you. Stop this rubbish now!” Hermione said whipping her wand out and brandishing it like a sword. “I’m a lot more—.” She wasn’t allowed to finish for a spell soared towards her like a bullet. “Expelliarmus!” Hermione cried. Ginny’s wand flew out of her hand and landed a few feet away. She leapt lithely out of Ron's reach and snatched up her wand, pointing it at Hermione.
“Avada Kedavra!” Ginny sneered.
Hermione screamed and ducked as the killing curse ricocheted off the wall. “What the devil!” She cried. “Ginny that’s a killing curse!”
“Exactly!” Ginny rasped. “I’ll murder you two and then finish off the boy!”
“Voldemort! You can’t be…you’re dead!” Ron exclaimed eyes wide.
“I’m not…” Ginny said grinning. “I’m George!”
Ginny disappeared, leaving them staring at George Weasley. Ron’s face turned redder than his flaming hair as he desperately fought Hermione to get at George who had a smile on his face. “Dammit George!” Ron roared, clawing at Hermione’s vice-like grip. “Why’d you go and do that! That wasn’t funny!”
You're writing is good and I fell into your story. I'm confused though why George would want to kill them? Will you be writing more? Hope so. _________________ Hermione: "Everything's going to change. Isn't it?"
Harry: "Yes!"
LOVE IT!!! rounchy! lol, i thought i was the only one who used that word here. _________________ "If it looks like we were scared to death, just a couple of kids trying to save each other. You should've seen it in color."
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