‘Voldemort still keeps Ron and Hermione alive. So we don’t need to worry about that, Minerva.’ Said Hestia Jones.
Professor McGonagol nodded her head grimly.
‘Do you know why he is doing that?’ Bill asked leaning forward in his seat.
Hestia nodded ‘The Dark Lord has to kill both the reincarnated brother and sister at the same time, which is why he cant kill Ron yet. He has both him and Hermione unconscious all the time. The only reason why he doesn’t want to kill Hermione is because he doesn’t want to take any chances with Ron coming to his full powers-unconscious or not.’
‘Well, as long as we keep your daughter safe inside Grimmauld Place Arthur, I don’t see any reason how You-know er, V-Voldemort would get his hands on her.’ Said Professor McGonagol grimly.
Mr Weasley nodded and for a split second his and Mrs Weasley’s eyes swept to the corner where Ginny was sitting.
Everyone in the huge drawing room was nodding and frowning softly with understanding except for three people. Among them Harry was sitting quietly in the corner listening but not quite listening, he was still going over his head on everything that had happened to him in Little Hangleton-why hadn’t he acted more quickly and used his powers instead of his wand or both at the same time! He could understand the fainting part but what he just couldn’t understand was the other part. Was it all his fault that Ron and Hermione were now locked up with Voldemort?
Sirius glanced concernedly at his godson; it was a fortnight since they had escaped from Voldemot’s clutches and twelve days since Harry, Torch and Ginny had come to live with him, Professor McGonagol had suggested it thinking it be a good idea to let the children spend the time with Sirius rather than remaining closeted in the school with the other students who all knew about the latest showdown between Harry and Lord Voldemort. Sirius was being the perfect fatherly figure to all of them, trying to do therapeutic activities with them hoping they would quickly emerge from their dark mood that they all seems to be swimming in. Out of the three of them only Harry was an improvement than the other two and that didn’t help much, true he would show a little interest in whatever Sirius was doing with them but other times he would seem completely withdrawn, closeted in the farthest corner of his mind and Sirius would give up any attempt at trying to get him to do anything. Torch would just sit in a corner with her shoulder hunched and wearing an expression of disbelief mixed with grief, she would hardly say anything, doing nothing and eating less. Often she would just sit in a corner from sunset to sunrise and Sirius had often woken up in the night to her soft crying issuing from her room. But out of these three Ginny showed the most alarming behaviour. Sirius had heard of the Evals killing Dean Thomas and knew how it had affected her hugely, but instead of crying from sunrise to sunset like Torch did, she would just sit in a corner, her face completely expressionless except for her eyes that could burn a hole at the spot she would be staring, other than that none of her body parts showed any emotions at all. She hardly ate and Sirius got cross on her on more than one occasion but she didn’t appear to notice his angry words at all, she would just continue to stare at a spot with her burning stare. As each day passed Sirius became more and more alarmed by her behaviour, she still hasn’t spoken a single word since she came to live with him twelve days ago, even tonight when her parents and her other brothers had given her long hugs she didn’t say a single word, or even showed any flicker of emotion, she just stared and stared at a spot ahead of her with her burning eyes.
Sirius sighed and, Ginny was sitting in the farthest corner on a chair with both her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around her knees tightly. Her long black hair had swung forward to hide most of her face yet Sirius could see her brown eyes burning with dazzling brilliance at a spot on the floor. Her parents and her brothers had left her alone thinking that she needed some time to be by herself so that she could grieve properly for Dean but Sirius knew better. He knew for sure that she was already formulating a plan to somehow escape from Grimmauld Place and go after Voldemort and Evals; if he alone couldn’t bring her back from her brooding abstraction then he would very well enlist the help of the others. With that thought he turned and smiled affectionately at Hestia as she settled herself beside him and together they turned and listened intently to what Dumbledore was now saying about the usual pep talks before each meeting was concluded.
*
‘I know things are getting way out of hand for us but for some reason I don’t think that is the only reason why you are so upset these days, Sirius.’ Hestia said once both of them were alone in Sirius’ room.
Sirius sighed and wrapped his arms around her so that he was hugging her from behind, and then he bared his soul to her telling her of his growing concerns with Ginny, Torch and Harry. They were standing by the window so that they had a clear view of the phoenix fountain, the water white from the light of the moon.
‘Hmm, Harry will recover eventually once he begins to understand that it was not at all his fault that he didn’t think to use his newly found power sooner because, well, it is his newly found power. And besides, he shouldn’t feel the need to use his new power that much, wand magic is just as effective; didn’t he defeat Torch with that?
‘And Torch, god Torch, she is going to have a hard time recuperating; she did love Ron and he didn’t return her love. We have to try to engage her in as much fun activity as possible. She will get out of her gloomy mood but I am afraid it would be a long, long time before she would be able to trust her heart to anybody again.
‘With Ginny, we’ve got to keep a closer eye on her. You’re right about her, she is going to want to look for a way to avenge Dean Thomas’ death. We have to make sure that she gets all the care that she deserves. Other than that I don’t know any other way that she could recover.’
‘But will she recover even after she has had her revenge on Evals?’ Sirius asked sceptically.
Hestia sighed ‘No, but lets face it, she would be much more better off avenging her lovers death. That is the only medication for her. She is all quite now will continue to remain so until she has gotten what she wants. Only then will she begin to understand that she has avenged her lovers death and then rest more easily, thus in her relaxed mood she will begin to revive. I’m not saying that she will revert back to her old self the moment she has killed the monster, oh, it may take her years to get over him, but the healing will begin to heal.’
Sirius sighed deeply.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Hestia’s mouth ‘You really care for her don’t you?’ she asked.
Sirius nodded ‘I care for all of them. God knows they need it. I love my godson more than anything and I know that he will come out of it very soon, but Ginny really scares me.’
‘Well, think of what will you do if someone you loved died.’
Sirius’s whole body went rigid ‘I know what it was like. When James and Lily died…god!’ He groaned ‘I don’t ever want that to happen again!’
Hestia nodded understandingly.
Sirius heaved another sigh and plunged on ‘That also means that I hate the thought that you are all alone in Voldemor’ts lair and servicing the likes of Malfoy.’
‘Sirius, you know that I have to do this-’ Hestia started.
‘Unfortunately, I do.’
‘Oh cheer up, its not like I am servicing that git any more!’
She felt Sirius smiling against her black hair ‘Its good to know that you have finally come to your senses and have accepted my opinion of him.’
‘Thank you.’
‘You should be thanking me! I hate the thought of that moron touching my girl.’
‘So I get it that your dislike of him is not only because your position of the side you are in?’
‘Too damn right you are!’
‘Are you saying that you are jealous of him?’
‘You’re honing in on the right spot all right.’
Hestia wore a smile of deep pleasure.
‘What are you so happy about?’ he asked as his hands strayed down her body to rest in a place that made her squirm ‘You still have to service me tonight, missy!’ and he turned her around and brought his mouth down on her and kissed her thoroughly and deeply.
They ripped at each others clothes with a wildness that sometimes instead of scaring them only made them realise about the strong attraction that they had for each other. They not only loved each other but also craved for the others flesh with a desire that they had never felt for any body else before. What they had was very special and they would do anything for it.
*
The inevitable happened only five days after that. Harry was finally accepting that his incompatibility was nothing unusual; Torch was still quite just as Hestia had predicted.
They were about to have breakfast when Sirius ran down from upstairs having searched Ginny’s room to call her to have breakfast.
‘She’s not in her room! She’s gone after him’ he said clutching a stitch in his in his side, he didn’t even bother to search the rest of the house.
Half way about to pour the spoon of porridge in his mouth Harry stopped and stared at his godfather. Sirius had discussed with him about Torch and Ginny’s condition. As a matter of fact it was one of the reason that Harry had reverted back to his old self; he had realised that he was the only was who was still strong enough among those who had managed to escape. If he broke down so easily then there might be no hope for the others. He was also planning to go after Evals to rescue Ron and Hermione but it seems as if Ginny had beaten him to it. Of course he wasn’t planning on going there alone, as a matter of fact he was thinking of bringing Sirius and other members of the Order with him because he knew that there was no way he could handle Voldemort, his goons, Evals and other servants alone. It seems as if Ginny had acted rashly.
Torch who was mechanically transferring her spoon from the porridge bowl stopped and stared as well at her godfather.
Sirius looked at the pair of them ‘We’re going after her of course.’ He said grimly.
*
‘Miriam, hurry up girl! Its getting dark, you know the rules; no staying out doors after dark!’ the plump woman called to her ten year old daughter who was happily frolicking in her bicycle on the road just in front of their house.
‘But mum this is just ridiculous! Kelly from next town’s allowed to stay out as long as she like after dark!’
‘Well they don’t living in Little Hangleton child! They can even allow ten year olds to stay until midnight if they so much as wish!’
‘But its just not fair! Why can’t we stay out after dark as much as we like! Even the grown ups doesn’t like to stay out after dark!’
‘Miriam, you are no mere child anymore. You know there is something very strange about this town now.’ The woman said with such pleadings in her eyes that her daughter put her foot down and stopped frolicking to look at her mother; after a while she heaved a deep sigh and got down from her bike and headed towards her mother.
The woman heaved a deep breath. She had been living in Little Hangleton all her life, she even got married and settled down in here as well, she had always felt safe in here but something in her quite little village seemed to have changed just two years ago. The nights were suddenly colder than usual, a type of fear seemed to have descended upon all the residents of Little Hangleton, there was a strangeness in the air, this strangeness would scare off most of the people. People feared to go out at night. They always got a dreadful feeling whenever they would venture out at night; they didn’t know what it is they were afraid off, they just knew that if they went out then it would be their doom. The day might be an improvement but it still had something of the night lingering on it. True it would be warmer, and they did not fear to go out but that strangeness still lingered, a feeling that something was not right, and a sense of slight dread-dread for the coming night.
People still hadn’t died yet, but many had been found who had dared to venture out in the night covered in drenching sweat, cold as ice to the touch and shaking uncontrollably as if they had been forced to relive their most horrible memory. When asked later if they saw anything out of the ordinary they would immediately go to a trance like state for a second or two and would say that they did not remember anything. One or two had said that they very vaguely remember seeing humans about seven foot tall, hooded from head to foot in black, but the next moment they would dismiss it thinking it was just their hyper active imagination conjuring up images.
The little girl carefully slid her bike up the drive way and placed it carefully well out of harming range of her parents broken-down-but-still-working car. The woman was looking at her daughter with pity when suddenly something else drew her attention.
Looking up she saw a girl, small in stature but close to or maybe fifteen in age walk past beyond her front lawn. She had a cape tied around her shoulder, her long black hair was rippling softly in the wind behind her. She walked with a purpose, not at all fearing the surrounding fright around her. Her back was straight and she was clutching a baton. The way she was holding it made it look like as if she was carrying a bazooka to kill a whole herd of people. Power surrounded her like a second skin, and the girl held such a presence that even the queen of England would bow down before her.
The little girl Miriam followed the black haired girls progress as if entranced by her movements ‘Mum, tell me that you can see her too.’ She said still staring at the girl with the cape.
Her mother nodded mutely then gasped in horror and made the sign of the cross.
‘What is it mum!’ the girl asked impatiently.
The woman was all white now ‘What is that girl thinking taking up the road to the Riddle’s Manor!’
This time the little girl gasped in horror as well as she realised where the road that the other girl was travelling on actually led. The Ridley Manor was more than a kilometre from their house and people who use to live within a kilometre surrounding that house had moved almost three years ago, ever since the mysterious death of Frank Bryce the gardener. What mystified people the most was that Frank had suffered the same fate that he was accused of doing when the Ridley’s with their only son had died. Even though there was no physical evidence whatsoever people all around Little Hangleton agreed that the feeling of dread increased in proportion dramatically. Was the girl mad! No one, not even the bravest in Little Hangleton ever ventured to go down that path unless they had a good motive like burning down the manor with them.
Mother and daughter clutched at each other, horrified, and retreated back to their house.
*
Authors Note: as you can see the story has pretty much reached its end. A few more posts and the story will end. Now some one was asking the other day whether I would be making any sequels or not, the answer is: Yes, I have every intention of making a sequel, however my story will be of a different genre. Oh, there will be all the characters that you love and you will get to know what happens to most of them but my story would not be following the life style of Harry as much as it is doing in here now. There are several reasons for it: one, the Half-Blood Prince will be coming out in two months and to be frank I think people won’t be very excited in following my version of the seventh when they have the all powerful Rowling’s version of the sixth in front of them. People would just think that my version is gay and lame. I am not being bitter or anything, as a matter of fact I am being practical and I have accepted it.Writing this story has been really fun for me, I specially liked it when I had readers at the edge of their seat too impatient to wait to let the story unfold so they would pm me asking me what would happen next. To people like that I have got only one thing to say: You made me feel like some sort of god about to bestow some thing on mere mortals! I am not being a stuck up b!tch or something but you guys just made me feel invincible .
My next story would feature Torch mostly and how she would recuperate from the heart break that Ron had caused her. I will also feature Ginny as she is way too cool now to just label her as some sort secondary character too unimportant to bother. Harry will also be there and so will Sirius and Hestia, and of course who could ever forget the tall, dark and handsome billionaire Ceasar Diggory? And if you want to know what will happen next I guess you will just have to wait for me to start it.
it's been a week now.please type more .since i read your story i have been coming on everydayto check an see if you wrote more.you and spidergrl.neither of you are are writing.both of you are leaving me in suspence.please please please please please please please please please please please please please type more
I have finally caught up with everyone at the story. I am loving your ideas i think some of your ideas could have been re-thought:
Torch should be shagging Harry and rejects to anyone else. She should be faithful but with Harry, Voldemort should still fear Harry most out of everyone else he should fear what Harry's powers can go to not just want to kill him he should fear him most of all, obviously if i think that Torch should be shagging Harry then she shouldn't of shagged Draco.