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So I'm working overtime on Apostollo in order to finish it sometime soon, but I'll post on my over fic as soon as I can, I promise! Please read and reply. In the next parts there will be a lot more action for you....
Chapter 31 part 1
Another day went by. Three days. It’s been exactly three days since Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, died, his loss making the entire wizarding world sink into grief. It’s been exactly three days and three nights since Ginny last saw her husband. As she was in the kitchen making breakfast all by her own, her thoughts were only about him. She would give anything to see him again. Anything, in order to lay her eyes on him for one moment again, just one moment, that's all she wanted. She had promised herself that she would stay strong for their kids, but times like these, when she was by her own, it was hard not to think and miss Harry; miss his smile, miss his scent, his arms around her waist, waking up next to him every morning and not into an empty bed, miss the way his kiss felt, how he could irritate her and yet calm her down at the same moment, how most of the times he needed her help matching his clothes, how incapable he was into fixing the pluming and yet he wouldn’t give up until he broke everything beyond repair…
“Mom? Ma? Momma? Hello, Mother?”
“Huh? What?” Ginny turned to see Lily sitting down.
“Why were you smiling?”
“Nothing”, she shrugged. “Well, you’re up early”, she said then.
“Yeah, well”, Lily shrugged awkwardly.
“What?” Ginny asked.
“It’s…quiet, isn’t it? Early and late”, she said with a low voice. Ginny understood exactly what she meant. She smiled bitterly.
“Yeah”, she nodded. “Your father was always the first one up and the last one down”.
“So, I was thinking”, Lily started after while as her mother place a bowl of cheerios in front of her, “that maybe we shouldn’t go back to school for a while”.
“WHAT?”
“Well, we can’t leave you alone”, Lily said.
“Forget about it”, Ginny shook her head. “ Your education comes above everything and anyway I won’t be alone; I’ll have Hope”. Like on cue the cries of Hope, who had just woken up, drifted back down on them. “You see? Now eat up young lady”, Ginny added as she stormed out the room and upstairs.
When James entered the kitchen after a while, Lily was still looking at her cheerios deep in thought.
“You know if you stick you nose any deeper in that bowl, you’re gonna need a snorkel”, the boy laughed. Lily grunted but didn’t reply. “What’s up with you?” Lily shot him an ‘are you kidding me?’ look. “You know what I mean”, he sighed.
“I was just thinking”, she said “that next week we have to go back to school”.
“I know”, James nodded. “You’re thinking about mom, huh?”
“Well, yeah! I mean it would be okay if she had Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione here but she kicked them out and now she’s gonna be all by her own with a baby in this huge house”.
“Well, worst come to worst I’ll stay home”, James shrugged.
“What? No! I’ll stay”, she said. “You’re on your sixth year”.
“And you’re only on your third so forget it”, James shook his head. “I already gave my OWLs exams so…”
“What about your NEWTs, then?” Lily asked. “James, I know how hard you’ve been studying and…”
“Enough!” he sighed. “Can we please worry about this in a week? I mean you never know what could have change by then anyway”.
“Yeah, perhaps Albus is right and daddy is alive and he’s gonna turn up having finished off the entire force of Death Eaters, bringing a full of regrets Artemis with him”, she said ironically and James laughed sullenly.
“I didn’t mean that”, he said.
“Well, our lives have already changed so dramatically Jamie that I really don’t think there’s much of a change left”, she commented gloomily. She waited for James to say something and when he didn’t she looked up at him. He had that darkened look in his eyes again, the one she saw so often lately, the one she didn’t even know James had before. “What?”
“You called me Jamie”, he said and Lily bit her lower lip.
“Yeah, sorry”.
“No, it’s really okay”, he said smiling. “I don’t think that I’ve heard someone calling me like this for three days”.
“It’s funny the things you miss, huh?” she said and her brother nodded with a small smile. “Hey, James, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure, what?”
“Will you come with me to talk to Albus?”
“Lily...!”
“Please, James, he needs us, you know that!” Lily said.
“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t need me”, James sighed, but then shrugged. “Okay, fine”.
“Fine”, Lily nodded. “So come on”.
“What now?”
“Well, yes now! James, Al hasn’t come out his room since you and mom last talked to him yesterday! And anyway he needs to eat!”
“Fine”, James resigned and followed his little sister upstairs. “But I must warn you Lills, I might punch him”.
Lily tried to open the door to her brother’s room but it was locked.
“It’s locked!” Lily exclaimed bewildered. “Albus never locks his door!”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything”, James said grinning. “Anyway, we tried, he doesn’t want to talk to us…let’s go have breakfast now!”
“James!” Lily grunted grabbing her brother’s elbow as he made to leave. “Albus? Al, please open the door”.
“I already tried that”, Ginny sighed coming off the nursery caring baby Hope in her arms. “He just ignored me. Come on, guys, let him be for now”.
Lily exhaled frustrated and made to follow her mother downstairs but it was James, who stopped her this time.
“You really think you can convince him to come down and eat something?”
“Yeah, I mean I convince him to come to the funeral, didn’t I?” Lily replied and James nodded. Then, he stretched his hand and grabbed a hairpin from Lily’s hair. “Ouch, James, what are you doing?” the girl complained.
James ignored her and crouching down in front of the keyhole he stuck the hairpin inside.
“It’s only gonna take a few moments”, he said. “Uncle George taught me and F. how to do this; it’s kind of handy when, you know, you’re underage and you can’t use Alohomora”.
“Why am I not surprised?” Lily said shaking her head disapprovingly, looking just like their Aunt Hermione.
The boy had the door opened soon enough and they both walked inside the room.
“Al, we’re sorry for doing this, we just wanted…” Lily started saying the moment the door had gotten open but then she stopped. “Al?” she said confused. Even though the door was locked there was no sign of Albus inside the room. “I don’t understand. Where is he?”
James exhaled irritated and walked near the opened window and looked out. It was him who had taught Albus how to climb down the window when they were only seven. It was something James had learned how to do since he was a toddler and it was how he had run away last summer; and apparently his little brother had chosen the same way.
“He’s gone”, James said.
“Wha…What?” Lily stammered, who was still looking around the room like expecting Albus to emerge from some corner. “Albus would never do that! Albus is not like you James, he would never run away!”
James gave her an evil glare.
“That’s what he did and don’t think I haven’t regretted the fact that I did run away Lily; but believe me I paid it…with far more than I deserved actually”.
“James, I didn’t mean…” Lily started her voice soft this time. She wasn't in any way reffering to that particular time when James had run away, but at the numerous times he had sneaked out of the house before that.
“We have to find Al”, he cut in. “The Death Eaters found me the last time easy enough and this time there’s no dad to save Albus if they catch him”.
“I’m gonna go tell mom and…”
“No!” James grabbed her sister’s wrist. “We shouldn’t tell mom, I don’t wanna worry her. I’m gonna go and bring him back and you stay here and try to cover for us with mom”.
“But, James, you said it yourself that the Death Eaters might come for him and without daddy…”
“I plan in finding him before the Death Eaters do, Lily, don’t worry”, James said.
“How?”
“I know where’s he’s going”.
This was something Albus never thought he would do; sneak out of the house like that. That was James’ idea of adventure, not his. But times had changed and he wanted to come. Alone. And anyway he would only stay for a few minutes and then hurry back home, no harm done. He had locked the door of his room, so they would think he just wants to be left alone. And he did wanted to be left alone, just not in the house.
He reached the spot and then sat down on the grass, only a meter away from his father’s grave. Grave, ha! He wondered how exactly his dad was going to react when he came back and found out than they had ‘burry’ him. That would be interesting to watch.
“I’m sure you’re gonna come back”, he told to the picture of his father.
Truth be told the basic reason he wanted to come was because he was getting second thoughts about this. It was just that everybody was so certain that he was gone and so deep in grief, that it was hard for him to keep questioning that pain. Yet, the more he looked at the grave the more certain he became.
It wasn’t true. He knew it, he felt it, his dad was somewhere out there, not dead. Albus couldn’t understand why he knew it or how he knew it, but he did; he only wished he could come back soon, because he missed him, but that wasn’t the worst. He could see how much his mum suffered by his so called death, no matter the strong face she was putting on. It was kind of peculiar actually; to see their mum without their dad. He always thought of them as two parts of a whole and now she was alone. And Hope was crying all day long and Lily was hurting and…
"Who taught you to sneak out of the house, kid?”
Albus jumped almost two feet in the air from the surprise. He got up to see his brother walking towards him.
“James? What are you doing here?” he asked trying to take an innocent face while he was thinking of how dead he was when his brother would tell their mom.
“I’m looking for you, you little dumb-head”, James said angrily. “Albus, what were you thinking? Why did you leave the house?”
Albus contemplated his brother wondering whether or not it was worth to get into an arguement with him again. He decided that he was far too tired for that.
“I wanted to come”, the boy shrugged and sat back down.
James exhaled deeply as he fixed his eyes on their father’s picture.
“I thought you believed he’s alive”, he said.
“I do, I just…” Albus started but stopped as his brother walked pass him. He stretched out his hand and touched a part of the grave. Albus shook his head…and James was suffering too. “He’s not dead”, the boy whispered and as James turned to look at him, Albus thought for moment that he was going to start yelling at him, but he didn’t. He slowly walked back to him and sat down next to him. Albus realized with a jolt that his brother’s eyes were welled up.
“Why do you think that?” James asked him with a choked voice.
“What?”
“That dad is alive”, he whispered and Albus’ eyes widened.
“I can feel it, James, I know it!” he said hastily; if by any chance James was having second thoughts, he had to try and convince him. “Listen, I came here today to make sure. Dad, is not dead, James. I know that if you stopped thinking he is, you’d be able to sense it too”.
“How is that possible? How is it possible for you to sense him?”
“James, dad always told us that there is no magic greater than love”.
“Then why isn’t mom…?”
“Because she’s too consumed in grief to feel it! You all are!” Albus exclaimed.
“Calm down”, James whispered. “We’re in a cemetery”.
“Sorry”, Albus said. “But you have to believe me, James! Please!”
James lay back on the grass looking at the sky.
“I wish you were right, Albus”, he murmured.
“I am!” Albus insisted and James sighed and closed his eyes. They stayed silent for some time, in which Albus came to realize, that it was the first time they stayed so long together by their own without fighting after a lot of years. “James, I’m sorry”, he said then.
James opened his eyes and sat up confused.
“About what?”
“You know…about us not getting along”, Albus said. “I mean, we should be getting along because we’re brothers but we’re not. And I just…I’m sorry”.
“Al”, James said looking at him. “For the last seven weeks, I’ve been seeing professor Jenks”.
Albus' jaw dropped at this.
“Define seeing”, Albus said taken aback.
“Hooking up”, James replied.
“Define hooking up” Albus said but James merely raised his eyebrows at this. “Oh my God”, Albus said then. “Oh my God, I cannot believe this! You’re going out with a teacher? James, that’s illegal!”
“I know but it was hard for us to control”.
Albus was left with his mouth hanging open for a few minutes but then he grinned.
“I knew you were dating someone though”, he said.
“Yeah, I know. We were trying to hide it from everyone and you were such a huge pain in the…”
“James, can’t you see that I’m right again? Nobody believes me again but I’m right!” Albus exclaimed and James rolled his eyes.
“Al, you know, there’s no comparison”.
“I am right”, Albus said stubbornly. “And you are in such huge trouble if dad or mom ever learn about this”. James’ head snapped up at this.
“Al, you are the only one to know! You can’t tell anyone, you can’t or Corny will lose her job!” James said alarmed ignoring the part about their dad.
“Ew, you call her Corny?” Albus said disgusted. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me; I won’t tell a soul”.
“Say I promise”.
“I promise”, Albus sighed.
“Well, there, see?”
“What?”
“We’re getting along”, James grinned and Albus rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, Death Eaters had to reappear, you had to get kidnapped, Matthias had to die, dad had to go missing and you had to date Professor Corny for us to get along”, he said and James chuckled but then his face turned serious almost instantly.
“You really do think that dad is coming back, don’t you?”
“Yes”, Albus nodded.
“Let’s hope you’re right, then”, James said standing up. “Come on, let’s go”.
As Albus stood up too, James gazed up at the grave. Then he took a deep, painful breath and turned his back to it, placing his arm around Albus’ shoulders.
“Let’s go home, little brother”.
"Hey...I'm not little!"
Harry stirred to find out that he had passed out again. He was tied up to a chair, in a dark, small cell; but he doubted that even if he wasn’t tied and locked up he would be able to leave. His legs and hands were too damaged from the fire for him to be able to walk more than a few steps and he had big, angry burns all over him.
He woke up to find Artemis standing in front of him. He had to restrain himself from groaning. That woman was able to irritate him more than any other creature on this planet and the very sight of her made his nerves shake violently.
“What do you want now?”
“Well, it’s nice of you to wake up so soon after all the torture, I’ve be dying to tell you the news!” she said smiling broadly.
Harry rolled his eyes; he really thought she must have banged her head really hard when she was little.
“Are you going to explain to me why you brought me here and didn’t let me burn?”
“But you weren’t going to burn, were you? You were so close of getting out, weren’t you?” she asked him. Harry sighed. “Artemis, I’m tied up to this chair for the last three days and your dogs haven’t let me sleep a lot, but yet you are the most tiring part, believe me”, he told her.
“Oh, I’m glad we’re showing you a good time”, she laughed. “Anyway…I thought I should let you know that finally everything is completed”, she added all signs of tease and fun gone from her face; there was only savage satisfaction there.
“For what?” Harry asked but he knew the answer.
“For the awakening” she whispered. “You might have noticed that we took the blood we needed from you to complete the potion and finally everything is prepared. All we’re missing now is the last ingredient”.
“Which is?”
“A human sacrifice”, she said and Harry became tense. Was that the reason she didn’t want him to die to the fire? Was that the reason she haven’t killed him yet?
“If you think that you’re gonna bring Voldemort back using my death then…”
“Oh, no, no”, she said shaking her head. “Don’t jump to conclusions, Harry. You’re for after he comes back. His welcoming present”.
“But you said you needed a human sacrifice”.
“Yeah, I do”, she nodded. “Anyway, you never did told me, how it felt to watch your funeral”.
Harry grunted.
“Oh, I enjoyed it with all my soul, I think it was one of the finest moments of my life!” he replied his voice hard with irony.
“Careful there, dear, you’re starting to get my sense of humor”, she chuckled. “But, I know it was hard on you”, she said taking a sympathy face. “I mean, seeing them cry over your death, seeing your pretty, little wife so broken up must have caused you a lot of pain, hasn’t it?”
Harry didn’t reply. She was there; she had seen how much pain it had caused him.
“But I don’t want you to think I’m cruel, Harry”, she said. “So, as a thank you for giving us your blood, even if it took four Death Eaters to hold you down so we can actually take it, I’m gonna give you a present”.
Harry looked at the woman in front of him confused, waiting for her to continue but she wasn't so he sighed.
"Help me out here Artemis, I don't speak crazy".
“I’m gonna let you tell your wife, you’re not dead”, she said with a smiled.
“How…what…?” he asked confused but then it dawned to him and all blood was drained from his face. “No, no you can’t”.
“Oh, you don’t wanna see her again?” she asked him.
“Don’t do it”, he said shaking his head.
“Of course since she’ll come here, she could help us a bit with our plans, can’t she not?” Artemis went on. “See, we need someone to die for Voldemort to come back and I need to kill her to take revenge on her mother for killing my mother, so…”
“I’m not going to let you lay one finger on her!” Harry shouted.
“I don’t wanna lay my fingers on her, I wanna stab her heart out”, Artemis said mater-of-factly.
“You won’t get to her”, Harry replied trying to keep panic out of his mind. “You won’t get to her", he repeated trying to convince himself more than he tried to convince her. "My house is fully protected and Hermione and Ron are there and they’re aurors and…”
“But haven’t you noticed what advanced magic we have, thanks to our precious book, that you so generally offered us?” she smiled. “We were able to penetrate your house’s protective spells months ago, we’ve been watching you ever since you gave us the book. We’ve been watching every family moment; every personal moment…I wouldn’t be so upset about the fact that both you and she are going to be dead by tomorrow. Your life is so pathetic and so utterly boring…with your precious kids and your precious baby and your precious little wife and your precious friends! You should be glad we kidnapped you!”
“Our lives were great until you came in”, Harry said with a harsh voice.
“Oh, yeah I’m sure”, she said sarcastically. “By the way did you know that your son made out with his professor in the cellar?”
“Wait what?”
“Anyway, we can break through your spells, darling”.
“Ron and Hermione…”
“She kicked them out!” Artemis chuckled. “I mean we were kind of wondering what to do with them but your wife sort that one out for us”.
“Ginny, would never do that!”
“She thinks the Mudblood let you burn”, Artemis explained.
Harry sighed. On second thought it sounded like something Ginny would do. Act first, think later; it had Ginny written all over it.
“It doesn’t matter”, Harry shook his head. “Ginny doesn’t need any help; she’ll hex the hell out of you! Just wait until you have the Bat Bogey spell on you!”
“But will she really try to fight us? Even after we tell her you’re alive and that she can see you again if she comes with us?”
Harry tried to gulp the lump that appeared at his throat but he couldn’t manage it. He knew that Ginny would risk her life for him, just like he would for her.
“Don’t hurt her”, he whispered. “Please, not my Ginny”.
“So this is what it takes to make the great Harry Potter plead”, Artemis grinned. Harry couldn’t reply; in his mind the same words were repeating themselves. Not Ginny, not Ginny, not Ginny, not Ginny, not Ginny, not Ginny, not Ginny…
-Angie-