Harry. (thatboywholived) wrote in fromashesrpg, @ 2012-07-11 17:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley, harry potter |
Who: Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter.
When: [backdated] July 7th - Saturday night.
Where: Grimmauld Place.
What: Harry's been hiding out, and it's about damn time that he and Ginny talk.
Rating: PG.One would assume that with Voldemort gone and defeated, and the Ministry and Hogwarts rebuilding and reshaping that things would have felt like they were finally settled - that peace could finally be felt in Harry's heart. But what was someone supposed to do that had been plagued, day in and day out, with Voldemort's existence for the past seven years. Obviously things had gotten worse when He truly returned, but even the years before that had been revolving around the Dark Lord and the terror he could possibly bring with him if he came back. What was someone like Harry supposed to do? How did he act? What was he supposed to think about? Friends - people that he considered family - were dead now. He didn't feel like he could act normally around the Weasleys right now; at least not in the presence of too many of them. They'd lost one of their sons and brothers - not only that Tonks and Remus. Already Harry felt like he was a horrible Godfather to Teddy. Years and years of moving headfirst into the chaos, going forward into places that others fled from, and now that Voldemort was gone and the Death Eaters were beginning to stand trial - Harry had never felt so alone.
His heart was at war with itself. Shouldn't he be out there celebrating with others? And those that weren't celebrating but were continuing to mourn; didn't they deserve to feel relief as well? It disturbed him that so many people were living their lives like the last several years hadn't happened. His mind, life, body, efforts, and heart had been consumed and controlled by Voldemort's existence. Harry Potter hadn't been truly free to live for himself and do whatever he pleased and go where he wanted in his entire life. Even with the Dursley's it had been controlled and difficult, and now he sat there in his own Godfather's old home trying to figure out what to do. He almost felt like he'd lost part of himself the day that he'd defeated Voldemort, and he wasn't entirely sure of how to get that piece back.
Clearing his throat, Harry turned around out of Sirius' room and moved toward the staircase that led down to the bottom floor of #12 Grimmauld Place. Without Hedwig and with Kreacher being away at Hogwarts with the other Elves until Harry gave him further instruction, the house was silent. Ginny would be there at any time, and after a year of being off with Ron and Hermione finding Horcruxes Harry felt like he owed her something. Every fiber of his body knew that she didn't think that he did, but still. The feelings between them were undeniable, and he could remember instances from the previous summer and end of school year detail by detail, second by second. Somehow in all of the madness that surrounded him over the past seven years he'd so easily stumbled upon the girl that he knew he wanted forever. How was something so important - something that resonated so strongly with him - so easy? Was it supposed to be? Was this how his parents had felt?
The sound of the front door opening up caught his attention, and Harry turned from where he'd been about to enter the kitchen back toward the entrance. The sight of the redhead in front of him made his heart skip a beat in his chest, and the soft smile that curved up the left corner of his lips couldn't have been held back if he'd tried. After a year of living on the run and only being able to occasionally see her since returning to Hogwarts and the battle, she was absolutely a sight for sore eyes. She had never looked so beautiful.
"Hey."