Burning Man

Part 3

A Comedia



Harry watched as Ginny waddled around their home, her round belly protruding from her slight body as she flicked her wand one way and then another. He was 22 while his new wife was 21, barely graduated from a small university school with a magical theory and practice degree, it was the equivalent of a general studies associates. They had a day that was actually peaceful for once. No fighting or throwing stuff, nothing to disturb his mind as he worked on his Auror material. He was due in for the first of the exams tomorrow, the entrance exams and he was nervous. It was part of the reason why he stayed away from the fiery redhead that he lived with. She fiercely loved him but there were days when he questioned why he had even gone through letting her take his \'girl\' virginity. He had never been with a girl before her and even though he felt great love for her, he wondered if it was the right love, if she was just convenient. But there was one thing that Ginny was not and that was convenient. She made everything hard with her rantings and her bitching and her moaning and her constant picking at him.



“Ginny, I\'m going out for a little, I\'ll be on the fron-” Harry froze at the entrance to the kitchen. They had made their home at 12 Grimwauld Pl and Kreacher was nervously wringing his wrinkled hands as he looked at Ginny\'s collapsed form.



“I-I think I\'m-” she helplessly looked up at him, panting as a stain started to spread around her legs. Harry instantly gathered her bulk up and commanded Kreacher to grab Ginny\'s overnight bag as he hurried to the Floo. He yelled out the local Magical hospital and they were instantly there, surrounded by competent nurses, helping Ginny out of his arms and to a bed for her. He was then led out to a lobby and told to wait.



“Oh god Harry! We came as fast as we could!” Hermione exclaimed, running into the lobby room followed by Ron and the rest of the Weasley clan. Fleur\'s children were already starting to look bored as they looked around the room while Percy held Molly and Audrey, his wife held Lucy, the two baby girl twins still sleeping. Fred was hiding behind his mother\'s, Angelina\'s legs, his big brown eyes looking scared at all the commotion. Victoire walked up next to her favorite uncle and smiled up at him, she was 6 at the time, Harry pulled her into his lap as he sat down at last. He looked around at the huge family he had acquired and finally felt normal. Bill and Charlie weren\'t there but they rarely had time outside of their jobs. He was surprised Percy was there but it probably had something to do with his own children consuming his heart and life. He looked up as Hermione sat down next to him, Ron next to her. Molly bustled over and started ranting about how they wouldn\'t let her in to see her own daughter. Everyone was worried over the first female Weasley born in centuries. It was a strange almost alien feeling to him even after all these years of being around this redheaded rowdy crowd.



“It\'s a boy!” Molly exclaimed after hours of waiting, she had managed to force her way in and had witnessed the birth first hand. Harry hurried up to his mother in law and they hugged, the entire room ecstatic as noise washed over it. Harry was led to his wife, Ginny looked so beautiful to him right then. Her long soft red hair dangling over his child\'s face as she held her first born son to her breast. The baby was so beautiful with a shock of red hair and beautiful brown eyes blinking up at his parents.



“Let\'s name him James, after your father. He has his eyes,” Ginny looked up at Harry as he peered down on his son.



“James...what about a middle name?” Harry murmured, lightly running his fingertips over his son\'s smooth, soft cheek.



“Sirius,” she looked up into his eyes again, he nodded and looked back down on the miracle he had helped create.



“James Sirius Potter, I like it,” Molly spoke up across from them, Harry grinned up at her and returned to staring at his son.



Part 4

Hostile



Harry stood staring at his aunt and uncle for the last time. They were sitting there at their kitchen table like they had done for years. Arranged in their usual places with plates and silverware before them, cups and teacups, platters and cozies but the major thing missing was food, all of it was empty. Everything. He slowly sat down across from them and calmly watched these people that had raised him since he was a baby. Finally he got up and walked over to the freezer and opened it, nothing. He moved on to the cabinets and microwave, stove, underneath the table.



“Harry? Mate. What are you looking for?” Ron asked as he appeared in the foyer, dusting off the snow from his shoulders.



“Looking for their heads,” Harry murmured as he walked past his best friend to the living room.



“I think we should leave that for the muggle police to figure out,” Ron called after him as he checked under the stairs then headed for the stairs.



“Look, Harry, this is for the muggles to sort out, there was no magic involved in their deaths, we are way out of our league here,” Ron stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, Harry took a deep breathe before nodding and backtracking down the stairs.



“I just don\'t want him to keep going, I want him to stop. Now that I\'m old enough to do something about him,” Harry looked deep into Ron\'s eyes.



“I understand that but again, he\'s your cousin, he\'s not some random guy to us. We can\'t get involved specifically because of that. There\'s no magical residue anywhere and I\'m pretty sure we better get out of here before someone sees us and reports us to the cops when they show up,” Ron explained to Harry who nodded again and followed him out so they could apparate back to the ministry.



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“They found your Aunt\'s head buried in the garden out back and they found your uncle\'s head underneath their bed on top of a pile of dirty mags, his eyes were later found in the medicine cabinet. You weren\'t kidding Potter, your relatives are loony,” one of the other Aurors held up a muggle newspaper. Harry snatched it from the guy and started reading the article, it even included black and white photographs of the decapitated bodies eerily sitting at the kitchen table like it was some ad for a horror movie or twisted kitchen remodeling company. Harry read through the bullshit and looked over at his partner, Ron who was running through their daily reports and was too busy flipping through heavy sheets of parchment to look up and give him a concerned eye.



“Dudley Dursley can\'t continue this, he\'s going to kill other people. He doesn\'t think what he\'s doing is wrong at all,” Harry sat down across from Ron.



“It\'s not our job,” Ron murmured, barely glancing up at him.



“Whatever,” Harry stood up again and started pacing around their desk.



“Look, I just think it\'s a really bad idea, you know that we can\'t get too involved in the muggle world. Just let the police handle it,” Ron told him, leaning back to look up at his partner, Harry nodded finally and sat down.



“I\'ll let them handle it, you know, Ginny\'s pregnant again,” Harry smiled up at his brother in law and they started in on a conversation about James and the new addition and so forth.



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