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Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
12,631
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Waking Up to Reality
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing Harry Potter. All I own are my OC\'s and my sweet yet twisted plot.
WARNING: This story contains INCEST if you don\'t like it...don\'t read it...and if you don\'t like it but you read it anyway...tough.
A/N: I want to say it\'s almost a miracle that I have had the chance to write and post yet another chapter in so little time...it\'s really quite remarkable! But anyways, just to clarify...Avery is NOT a skank...she is just trying to do whatever she can so that it\'s not TOTALLY obvious that she and Harry are having relations...what other choice does she have but to use Riley as a "crutch" so to speak..he\'s just a buff character anyway...but anywho\'s...ENJOY and PLEASE REVIEW!! KEEP EM COMING!!
Chapter 21: Waking Up to Reality
When Harry awoke the next morning, his skin was moist with sweat and his heart was pounding. Voldemort was killing Ginny in his dreams. He got up out of his tousled bed and looked over to his side. Avery was not there. He peered over at his clock on the wall and noticed it was the middle of the night. 3 a.m. Harry quickly rushed out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to Avery’s room. He could still see the morbid killing of his wife right before his eyes as he walked shakily down the hallway.
When he reached Avery’s bedroom, he gave a light knock at the door and then heard her say ‘come in,’ in her sweet angelic, yet tired voice. Harry propped the door open slightly and nearly collapsed backward. In the faded glow of the tiny night-light next to the bed, Harry saw what he thought to be an illusion. Her red hair was hanging slightly in her face and her breathing was steady. She was close to the bassinet, and the child was sound asleep. He shook his head, shut his eyes tight, wondering if he was dreaming. But, he had just awoken from a dream…hadn’t he?
“Gi-Ginny?” His voice trembled slightly as he said the name. Her soft blue eyes opened and peered up at him. She gave a soft grin.
“Hey,” she said sleepily. “What’s the matter? Bad dream again?” Harry watched as she stretched her thinly toned body. “Why are you looking at me like I’m a ghost?” She asked, sitting up quietly so as not to stir the sleeping infant.
“Uh…I um…this has to be a dream…it just…has to.”
“Harry, what are you talking about?” Ginny asked now standing and slowly coming near him. Harry backed away, suddenly afraid.
“This just…it can’t be real. You’re dead,” Harry whispered stepping out into the hallway and running his hands frustratingly through his black locks. He leaned over the rail to the stairway suddenly feeling a warm hand on his lower back, making his stomach twist itself.
“Harry…if there’s something bothering you, talk to me…that’s why I’m here. I’m your friend before I’m your wife…just talk to me.”
Her hand felt as it always had when he had been in trouble or pain: soothing. Ginny had always been there when he had needed her, but this time, something just didn’t feel right. He stepped sideways, out of her grasp and looked her in the eyes.
“I have to be dreaming…this just…it can’t…” but Ginny interrupted.
“Look, Harry…do you remember the accident?”
Harry gave her a befuddled glance. “What accident?”
“When you fell off the front steps by slipping on the ice? You hit your head and went out cold. Do you remember it?”
Harry raised a brow. “It never happened…none of this is happening!” Harry said a bit louder than he had wanted to. “Look, I’m with someone else, you’re dead, and our daughter’s sixteen! This is all a bad dream!” Harry said bounding down the stairs but right before he hit the bottom of the stairs, Ginny had appeared before him, startling him and causing him to slip and miss the last few steps, sliding down right in front of her. He looked up at her, now shaking.
“What is this? Who are you?” Harry asked suddenly very frightened. Ginny leaned down in his face.
“This is not a dream, Harry. None of whatever you’re talking about happened. It was all a figment of your imagination. I’m your wife, Ginny Molly Weasley Potter. Tell me you remember…”
Harry saw the tears suddenly spilling down Ginny’s pale cheeks. He felt empathetic and stood up. He slowly took a step towards her and embraced her. Her shoulders were much broader than what he remembered Avery’s to be. He rubbed her back, trying to calm her from shuddering and crying.
“It’s alright, I’m here…” Although he had loved this woman for most of his adolescent life and the fact that he was holding her in his arms, he felt farther away from her than he ever had before. He pulled away gently and looked into her eyes. They had stopped crying. He pulled away.
“Look, I know this sounds horrible…but I’m in love with our daughter.” Ginny’s face did not change to angry, sad, or even surprised.
“I know,” she sighed. “But Harry, it’s wrong. I know you know it’s wrong.” Ginny brought her chin to her chest and when she looked back up at Harry, new tears had developed. “I just wish that I could’ve stuck around for you. I loved you as best I could and I still love you. I just fell awfully betrayed by you.”
“Ginny, do you think I asked for this to happen? Don’t you remember how much I grieved for you after you were murdered? I cried endless nights for a month before I could even work again…you call that betrayal?” Harry’s heart sank. He knew that she was right, but yet, the healthy heart beating inside him forced him to feel otherwise. He allowed a slight silence before he began again. “I’ve moved on, Gin. I loved you for three wonderful years and if you wouldn’t have been taken from me, I would still love you just the same. But you were gone. I couldn’t stick around to wait for someone who wasn’t coming back…”
“I know…but she’s our daughter, Harry…our baby…”
“And you don’t think I realize that?! Ginny, I have been over this whole thing countless times! I know it’s wrong but…” Harry’s shoulders lifted as he sighed heavily. “I’m in love with her. I can’t help it…I’m just so drawn to her, and I care about her like no one else…she’s so perfect.”
Ginny stood there silently taking in all Harry was saying. She didn’t speak but continued to gaze at Harry. He finally spoke.
“Please let me wake up, Ginny…please…” Harry pleaded looking at her desperately.
“You already are, Harry…it’s me who’s not awake.” Harry looked into the lonely blue eyes before he saw them slowly floating away from him. He watched as Ginny began to disappear into thin air. He heard a baby start crying and the last he saw of Ginny was her heartbreaking sapphire eyes in the middle of the cold and empty room.
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A/N: Well? How\'s about that little plot twister? I guess it\'s not TECHNICALLY a plot twist, but it feels like it is...the whole Ginny thing sets this whole other mood to the piece...ANYWAY, sorry...my english is getting to me...hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did! Please continue to be patient, because I\'m sure I won\'t have the next installment for a while now..unless another MIRACLE happens...Keep the reviews flowing...i LOVE getting them..makes the sun shine brighter!
And just to clarify...the whole thing about Ginny saying Harry tripped and fell on the ice causing him to be "out" was just to make all you readers THINK Harry dreamt all of the Avery stuff...but then it\'s just a teaser and really he is DREAMING of GINNY...so yeah...just clarifying that. Alright, REVIEW TIME!!
WARNING: This story contains INCEST if you don\'t like it...don\'t read it...and if you don\'t like it but you read it anyway...tough.
A/N: I want to say it\'s almost a miracle that I have had the chance to write and post yet another chapter in so little time...it\'s really quite remarkable! But anyways, just to clarify...Avery is NOT a skank...she is just trying to do whatever she can so that it\'s not TOTALLY obvious that she and Harry are having relations...what other choice does she have but to use Riley as a "crutch" so to speak..he\'s just a buff character anyway...but anywho\'s...ENJOY and PLEASE REVIEW!! KEEP EM COMING!!
Chapter 21: Waking Up to Reality
When Harry awoke the next morning, his skin was moist with sweat and his heart was pounding. Voldemort was killing Ginny in his dreams. He got up out of his tousled bed and looked over to his side. Avery was not there. He peered over at his clock on the wall and noticed it was the middle of the night. 3 a.m. Harry quickly rushed out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to Avery’s room. He could still see the morbid killing of his wife right before his eyes as he walked shakily down the hallway.
When he reached Avery’s bedroom, he gave a light knock at the door and then heard her say ‘come in,’ in her sweet angelic, yet tired voice. Harry propped the door open slightly and nearly collapsed backward. In the faded glow of the tiny night-light next to the bed, Harry saw what he thought to be an illusion. Her red hair was hanging slightly in her face and her breathing was steady. She was close to the bassinet, and the child was sound asleep. He shook his head, shut his eyes tight, wondering if he was dreaming. But, he had just awoken from a dream…hadn’t he?
“Gi-Ginny?” His voice trembled slightly as he said the name. Her soft blue eyes opened and peered up at him. She gave a soft grin.
“Hey,” she said sleepily. “What’s the matter? Bad dream again?” Harry watched as she stretched her thinly toned body. “Why are you looking at me like I’m a ghost?” She asked, sitting up quietly so as not to stir the sleeping infant.
“Uh…I um…this has to be a dream…it just…has to.”
“Harry, what are you talking about?” Ginny asked now standing and slowly coming near him. Harry backed away, suddenly afraid.
“This just…it can’t be real. You’re dead,” Harry whispered stepping out into the hallway and running his hands frustratingly through his black locks. He leaned over the rail to the stairway suddenly feeling a warm hand on his lower back, making his stomach twist itself.
“Harry…if there’s something bothering you, talk to me…that’s why I’m here. I’m your friend before I’m your wife…just talk to me.”
Her hand felt as it always had when he had been in trouble or pain: soothing. Ginny had always been there when he had needed her, but this time, something just didn’t feel right. He stepped sideways, out of her grasp and looked her in the eyes.
“I have to be dreaming…this just…it can’t…” but Ginny interrupted.
“Look, Harry…do you remember the accident?”
Harry gave her a befuddled glance. “What accident?”
“When you fell off the front steps by slipping on the ice? You hit your head and went out cold. Do you remember it?”
Harry raised a brow. “It never happened…none of this is happening!” Harry said a bit louder than he had wanted to. “Look, I’m with someone else, you’re dead, and our daughter’s sixteen! This is all a bad dream!” Harry said bounding down the stairs but right before he hit the bottom of the stairs, Ginny had appeared before him, startling him and causing him to slip and miss the last few steps, sliding down right in front of her. He looked up at her, now shaking.
“What is this? Who are you?” Harry asked suddenly very frightened. Ginny leaned down in his face.
“This is not a dream, Harry. None of whatever you’re talking about happened. It was all a figment of your imagination. I’m your wife, Ginny Molly Weasley Potter. Tell me you remember…”
Harry saw the tears suddenly spilling down Ginny’s pale cheeks. He felt empathetic and stood up. He slowly took a step towards her and embraced her. Her shoulders were much broader than what he remembered Avery’s to be. He rubbed her back, trying to calm her from shuddering and crying.
“It’s alright, I’m here…” Although he had loved this woman for most of his adolescent life and the fact that he was holding her in his arms, he felt farther away from her than he ever had before. He pulled away gently and looked into her eyes. They had stopped crying. He pulled away.
“Look, I know this sounds horrible…but I’m in love with our daughter.” Ginny’s face did not change to angry, sad, or even surprised.
“I know,” she sighed. “But Harry, it’s wrong. I know you know it’s wrong.” Ginny brought her chin to her chest and when she looked back up at Harry, new tears had developed. “I just wish that I could’ve stuck around for you. I loved you as best I could and I still love you. I just fell awfully betrayed by you.”
“Ginny, do you think I asked for this to happen? Don’t you remember how much I grieved for you after you were murdered? I cried endless nights for a month before I could even work again…you call that betrayal?” Harry’s heart sank. He knew that she was right, but yet, the healthy heart beating inside him forced him to feel otherwise. He allowed a slight silence before he began again. “I’ve moved on, Gin. I loved you for three wonderful years and if you wouldn’t have been taken from me, I would still love you just the same. But you were gone. I couldn’t stick around to wait for someone who wasn’t coming back…”
“I know…but she’s our daughter, Harry…our baby…”
“And you don’t think I realize that?! Ginny, I have been over this whole thing countless times! I know it’s wrong but…” Harry’s shoulders lifted as he sighed heavily. “I’m in love with her. I can’t help it…I’m just so drawn to her, and I care about her like no one else…she’s so perfect.”
Ginny stood there silently taking in all Harry was saying. She didn’t speak but continued to gaze at Harry. He finally spoke.
“Please let me wake up, Ginny…please…” Harry pleaded looking at her desperately.
“You already are, Harry…it’s me who’s not awake.” Harry looked into the lonely blue eyes before he saw them slowly floating away from him. He watched as Ginny began to disappear into thin air. He heard a baby start crying and the last he saw of Ginny was her heartbreaking sapphire eyes in the middle of the cold and empty room.
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A/N: Well? How\'s about that little plot twister? I guess it\'s not TECHNICALLY a plot twist, but it feels like it is...the whole Ginny thing sets this whole other mood to the piece...ANYWAY, sorry...my english is getting to me...hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did! Please continue to be patient, because I\'m sure I won\'t have the next installment for a while now..unless another MIRACLE happens...Keep the reviews flowing...i LOVE getting them..makes the sun shine brighter!
And just to clarify...the whole thing about Ginny saying Harry tripped and fell on the ice causing him to be "out" was just to make all you readers THINK Harry dreamt all of the Avery stuff...but then it\'s just a teaser and really he is DREAMING of GINNY...so yeah...just clarifying that. Alright, REVIEW TIME!!