The Death of a Soul

Warnings: HET in chapters One and Two.


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Chapter One

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The fading sun was casting the most brilliant shades of orange, pink, and red, letting the world know that night was speedily approaching. Two lone figures were sitting under a tree watching the spectacular colours of nature. The highlights of red were glittering through her hair as she shifted her head that was resting on the folded legs of her love. For so long she had waited for this moment. Every day she sat by waiting as she watched him shy away from other girls. She knew she was the one. The one who would win his heart. All she had to do was wait.

Ginny didn't love Harry for his fame, nor for his bravery, glory, honour, or for his status in the Wizarding World. No. She loved him for him; just the way he was. Every girl fancied him because he was Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, and not Harry the man. She had known that one day Harry would tire of them, and see what their intentions truly were. And she would be waiting.

Harry leaned back against the large tree, and closed his eyes as he absently stroked his girlfriend’s hair. After the last three months he would never have believed that he would be sitting outside, so exposed, so vulnerable, yet feeling so safe, as well. He tried not to think of the recent events, but knew it was impossible. Some things would never be forgotten.

It was the beginning of the war between the Order of the Phoenix and Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters, but it had been a long battle. Longer than anyone had wanted. There were a few deaths, but they were mostly from the Dark Side. Voldemort had been injured, both he and his followers were driven away for the time being, but they would eventually return. The images were still clear in Harry’s head as if it happened only yesterday, and not three months ago.

Harry looked down to the girl who was lying on her side with her head resting on his lap. He still couldn’t believe he had found someone that loved him for him and not for his fame. And she had been there the entire time, just waiting. He admired her determination and her patience. She knew he had other responsibilities to worry about first before he thought of finding love. And find it he did. In the arms of Ginny Weasley. She gave him everything he ever wanted, and she didn't rush him to do the same. But in the end, he couldn’t deny his feelings for her or her unconditional love.

He smiled softly as he remembered their first kiss. It was the greatest moment in his life. It was tender and loving, yet passionate. Harry’s smile turned into a full grin as he thought of Ron’s reaction to the news of their relationship. To Ron, Ginny would always be his baby sister, and not seen as a young woman in love. Especially not his best friend’s love. The other Weasley family members, however, were ecstatic to learn of their devotion to each other. They welcomed Harry with open arms. It did not matter that she was only sixteen and he was seventeen. Harry would soon be eighteen, and Ginny seventeen in a few months anyway.

“Harry? Are you all right?”

Harry shook away his thoughts, and looked down to those beautiful hazel eyes filled with concern. He smiled and nodded.

“Were you thinking of …him?”

“Voldemort, Ginny. And no, I wasn't.”

She sat up to be face-to-face with him, and her own face was slightly distorted with worry. “Was it about that stupid Life-Debt?”

At the end of the battle, Harry and Voldemort stood in front of each other, eyes locked, and wands drawn. Harry could barely remember the rest of it, only being woken up in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. He swore he saw a flash of green light, but he was told Professor Severus Snape intervened and stopped the Killing Curse that was to be used on Harry, injuring Voldemort in the process. Because Snape had saved him, and exposed himself as a traitor to Voldemort, Harry owed him a Life-Debt.

Harry softly smiled at Ginny, and caressed her cheek. “Actually, I was thinking of us.”

The redhead’s eyes widened and she let herself be pulled in for a deep kiss. Strong arms wrapped around her, and turned her around so her back was against his chest. She sighed and hugged the arms that surrounded her, before gasping as a pair of warm lips caressed her neck. Harry held her close with one arm, whilst the other slid down her body. His hand brushed along her blouse, lightly touching the skin underneath.

Moments like these were becoming more frequent, but both of them always responded as if it was their first time. Ginny pushed her head back into Harry’s neck, and instantly their mouths latched onto one another. Ginny’s left hand nudged in between their bodies until she found what she was looking for. Harry gasped, breaking their kiss briefly. He lowered his hand further down her body, and gently lifted her skirt to reveal white cotton underwear. The young woman held her breath as she felt his fingertips graze the top of her moist area. Ginny reached the front of Harry’s trousers, and molded her hand around his excitement.

Both of them wanted this to be flesh on flesh, but they knew it would be too risky here in the open so they settled for this. They settled for anything they could get at this point because it didn't matter how or when, just as long as they could touch each other, be with each other, and love each other for as long as they could.

They tried desperately not do make any sudden moves whilst they sat under the tree, but their heat was rising and their moans were louder. Harry rocked his hips into Ginny’s hand, and she closed her legs tightly around his. Her underwear had a slight indentation where Harry’s middle finger was rubbing, and he knew from watching her that she loved to be stroked slowly with only the merest pressure. He, on the other hand, loved it firm, fast, and with such pressure that Ginny thought he would be yelling from pain. But he wasn’t. In fact, he was gasping in her ear for her to go faster.

Now they didn't care if anyone was watching them or not. Their climax was overriding any logic and reason that they had left, and they held on to each other tightly as they both gave in to a shattering orgasm that racked throughout their bodies. The couple loosened their grip, and Harry pulled Ginny down so they were lying side by side facing each other. It was then that Harry noticed Ginny was crying.

“Ginny?” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

She turned her face into Harry’s chest, and mumbled, “Nothing.”

Harry guided her face so he could see her and asked, “Ginny, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

The young woman rose on one elbow, and looked deep into his emerald eyes. “I’m afraid, Harry.”

Harry frowned then leaned down to rest his forehead on hers. “I know, Ginny. So am I. Things look pretty bleak with the knowledge that the war isn’t…”

“No,” she interrupted. “It’s not that.”

Harry pulled back. “What is it then?”

Ginny sniffed and looked away.

“Ginny?”

“Something is going to happen. Something bad. Between us. I can feel it.”

Harry pulled her down onto his chest, whispering, “Shh. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

Ginny started to shake in his arms. “You won’t be able to stop it. No one will.”


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