wanking_mods (wanking_mods) wrote in hp_wankfest, @ 2008-06-07 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008 fic |
Harry Potter at 4 Privet Drive with a Time-Turner
Title: Replacing Memories
Author: kabal42
Character: Harry Potter
Location: (The Cupboard under the Stairs) no. 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
Object: Time-Turner
Other Characters: Ginny and, in a fashion, Ron, Hermione and the Dursleys.
Rating: R
Warnings: Wanking. Angsty thoughts and happy ending.
Word Count: 1638
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione or the Dursleys (though JK can keep them). Nor do I own Privet Drive, thank goodness!
Author's Notes: I owe a couple of sacrifices to the mods for having the patience of Angels with me! Thank you! I am not worthy!
My huge thanks to elfflame for a speedy beta and lots and lots of help, encouragement and helpful comments.
This fic has (strongly) implied Harry/Ginny, but also Harry/someone(s) else.
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. (Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead )
'Honestly, Harry, why not? It's not like we haven't done pretty much anything there is to do in bed...' Ginny looked at him, her brown eyes full of questions, along with a mix of worry and annoyance.
Across the room, Ron gasped and Harry sent him a warning look; the last thing he needed was for Ron to go all big brother on them while he was having an already uncomfortable argument with Ginny.
'It's not that I don't want you to,' he tried. 'I'm not trying to shut you out or something.'
'Oh, please. How stupid do you think I am, Harry?' The annoyance was winning the battle with the worry in her eyes and Harry steeled himself. She was hellishly good at arguing and he wasn't. 'You don't want me to stay over and you won't give me a proper reason. If you don't have a reason, then you're just being a bastard, and if you do, then you're most definitely shutting me out by not telling me what it is!'
She was right and he knew it. Harry looked down, completely at loss for something to say. Ginny, for her part, waited for his answer, watching him with her arms crossed over her chest. Harry had to come up with something.
'Look,' he said, raising his eyes to meet hers, only then realising she'd got up and was standing in front of him, looking down. It made him feel even more uncomfortable. 'I will fix it, okay? Give me a chance? I promise you I'll explain it all next time you come over – fixed or not – but I need to try and work it out first. Please?'
Ginny clearly wasn't pleased, but she nodded. 'One week, Harry.' She leaned down and kissed him and he felt the relief of knowing she wasn't seriously ticked off at him. 'I know talking about how you feel is hard for you, but you've got to trust me some time. Okay?'
Harry nodded. It was more than okay. He wanted to learn to trust her, too, but he had to admit it was taking time and more of it than he'd ever thought.