When Did Your Life Begin

“When did your life begin?”

“The day I realised I loved you.”

“When did your life end?”

“The day I realised I had to give you up.”

“And when did you start to live?”

“The day I returned to you.”

It’s a game she plays after love making just before drifting off to sleep. She nuzzles into his neck as he presses her closer still. Even though it had been only a few months since the Dark Lord’s downfall it seemed an eternity had passed. Harry Potter, the boy who lived; finally blissfully happy and safe. He thought for a moment about that word ‘safe.’ For the first time in more then seven years he was safe. Harry Potter actually felt safe. He was finally home and loved; in her arms, in her bed. “Luck is an amazing thing,” he mused to himself, wrapping his arms even more tightly about her lithe body.

Harry listened as her breathing became deeper, feeling her body fall into complete relaxation. He sometimes envies her ability to fall asleep so quickly. Sleep is something that evades him, fights him. Harry still rarely relaxes enough to fall into a restful night. His mind always drifting to the recent past, the horrors he had seen, the loved ones lost and especially the ones he had watched die. Yawning, he closes his eyes wishing for good dreams but his mind is drifting. “Damn,” he thinks. “Stop thinking Harry, and go to sleep.”

His mind is now flashing back to what was a long battle. It took almost an entire year to find the remaining Horcruxes, destroy them and then face Voldemort for the final time. If Harry was honest with himself he never thought he would live past the day of the final battle. Just Voldemort and him, no other witnesses present. It was a lonely standoff between two opposing forces, one light and one dark. It was the most frightening thing Harry had ever done or ever hoped to have to do. Facing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, the one man everyone feared above all else. Harry shuddered remembering that night as clear as if it were happening before him now.

Luck again. Luck again and again and again. Harry felt sure that luck would run out and he would die. He didn’t even care at that point so long as Voldemort died along with him and those he cared for were finally free. So many people died needlessly at the Dark Lord’s whim. Too much death and destruction all for one man’s greedy ambition, “Best not to dwell on this now. Put it aside or you shall never sleep tonight.” But his mind wandered back as he drifted off to sleep.....

“You will die here tonight Harry Potter!” a cold menacing voice says, full of hatred.

“I don’t care as long as I take you with me Tom,” Harry keeps his voice calm just as Dumbledore had.

Voldemort’s hissing laughter echoes all around him. “Take me with you? Foolish boy, you cannot destroy me. Strike me down Harry and I shall rise even more powerful than I am today.” more laughter.

“Yeah, well, you might find that difficult Tom. You see I know about your plan. I know about your Horcruxes Tom,” Harry saw the shocked look on Voldemort’s face. “I’ve found all of your Horcruxes and I’ve destroyed them all save one,” Harry stares directly into the Dark Lords red eyes. He’s daring Tom to look into his mind, to see the truth behind his own eyes.

Harry sees the flashes of images in his mind’s memory. One by one they tick by; the diary, the ring, the cup, the locket, the corner stone, and Nagini. All of them being destroyed crushing the Dark Lord’s plan to live forever. Harry shuts his mind to Voldemort. “No more Tom. You’ve seen all you need to see,” he speaks quietly but with confidence.

It seems to take Tom several moments to process what he has just seen. Harry can do little but wait and watch. He sees realisation, anger and horror cross his mortal enemy's face as Voldemort understands that all his planning has been thwarted. He is mortal once again.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” A rage Harry has never seen before. It radiates out from the Dark Lord and time stops.

“That’s right Tom, six down and one to go. I’m here now to destroy the final piece of your soul and I don’t care if it costs me my own life. I don’t care as long as you die too you filthy bastard.”

With his teeth clenched Voldemort vows to Harry, “You have interfered in my plans for the last time Harry Potter. Avada Kedavra!”

Harry is anticipating this and quickly turns out of the way. The battle begins in earnest. Now all is swishing robes, flashes of light, fear and pain, so much pain. Harry feels as if he is on fire at times. Everywhere his skin is being stabbed with needles. He pushes back the pain. He will not lose this fight. Harry Potter will defeat Tom Riddle if it costs him everything he has.

Curses flying like lightening in a raging storm. Harry is patient now, biding his time waiting for the perfect opportunity. He knows his only chance is to catch Tom off guard. To finally use Tom’s own ultimate weapon against him, Harry didn’t even know if he could conjure the ability to cast the final blow but he will try.

“How like Dumbledore you are Harry,” the Dark Lord shouts. “You do not seek to kill me? You are a foolish boy, Harry Potter!”

“As Dumbledore said to you once, there are fates worse then death Tom,” Harry replies quietly.

“Stupid Boy, there is no fate worse then death! Death is for the weak like your dear Dumbledore.” That cruel voice echoes in the night. “Did you love Albus, Harry, was he your friend? Did you forgive Severus before he died? I know you loved Black and what a pathetic end he made,” laughter again. Hideous high pitched laughter, just as Harry remembered from his earliest memory. “Let us not forget your beloved mother and father...”

Anger pulses in Harry’s veins now. “Shut up Tom!” Some sort of impulsive uncontrollable rage flows through Harry. “Don’t you dare speak of them, you son of a bitch. What would you know of love your Pure-Blood, pathetic mother died rather then love you Tom.” It was Harry’s turn to laugh coldly. “Poor, little Tom Riddle, Mummy never loved you enough to bother to live!”

Harry got the reaction he wanted. Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, lost control. Dropping his guard for that one second Harry needed.

“Avada Kedavra!” Harry shouts putting every feeling he has ever had about Lord Voldemort behind the curse. With every single fiber of his being Harry wishes for nothing but the death of Tom Riddle.

Uncontrollable power vibrates from Harry, around him and through him. From the tip of his wand he sees the green jet fly. Tom’s eyes are wide with shock and horror as the unstoppable death careens towards him. In a split second Tom Riddle is no more. The Dark Lord is gone forever.

Harry feels his soul tear. He feels the death of Tom Riddle rip apart his very heart. He falls to his knees sobbing. Looking to the heavens he screams and screams until his voice is raw.

Screaming? Who is screaming?

“Harry, Harry wake up!”

Someone is shaking him forcefully. Harry’s eyes snap open. His breathing is labored, his voice hoarse from shouting. Harry’s covered in sweat, his body aching and trembling. He feels as though the battle has just ended. Blinking his eyes, all around him he feels the battlefield and that vibrating power again flowing through him. Shivering, Harry is finally able to focus; beautiful brown eyes, flowing auburn hair. “Ginny,” he breathes.

“Yes, you were dreaming again Harry,” Ginny looks into his eyes with such concern and devotion that he counts his blessings yet again.

“Sorry,” he looks away embarrassed.

She reaches up and forces him to look at her again. “Harry, when are you going to learn? These dreams are nothing to be ashamed of.” Ginny brushes his hair from his eyes, wiping a stray tear that found its way down his cheek. “Your dreams can’t be helped Harry Potter, you’ve looked evil in the eye and survived it. Anyone who has been through what you have should be allowed a nightmare or two,” a coy grin plays around her mouth. “Just don’t go making a habit of it or I shall throw you from my bed.”

“Throw me from YOUR bed? What happened to OUR bed?” he chides.

“What is your’s Harry is mine and what is mine is mine and that Mr. Potter includes every inch,” she lightly touches his scar with her lips, “of,” she kisses the tip of his nose, “your,” she licks that special spot on his neck causing him to groan, “entire,” she gently sucks his nipple, “body,” she bites his shoulder.

“Really?” Harry growls. “Possessive little minx aren’t you?” Harry kisses the top of her head, running his fingers through her long soft hair.

“Yes,” Ginny breathes as she turns her attention to his other nipple.

Her efforts have worked their magic. Harry is quickly forgetting his disturbing dreams. Slowly he is giving over to arousal.

Harry allows himself a smile. He reaches out and pulls her close to his chest. “How ever did I deserve you Ginny?”

She pulls up and kisses his lips. “You don’t, I’m settling.”

“Settling eh?” Harry grabs her tightly and rolls on top of her. Ginny squeals with laughter. “Settling? You vixen, I’ll give you settling.” He kisses her mouth.

The kiss is long and slow. He plays with her lips taking her bottom lip gently between his teeth, teasing, sliding his tongue just inside her mouth. Suddenly Ginny pushes him back. “You sure you’re not too tired there Harry?” she whispers playfully. He moves his hips rubbing his newly-born erection against her thigh. Ginny gasps and giggles. “What’d you think?” he growls.

“Oh Harry, I think you are the horniest young man in the world and I thank Merlin everyday that you belong to me,” she shouts, throwing her hands above her head.

Roughly he presses his lips to hers. Their tongues tangle in a dance of desire. He seeks to feel every bit of her soft mouth. Her lips, her tongue against his, her palate, her teeth, it is never enough. That malleable mouth so talented in calming him, bringing him back to his place of comfort, her arms, her bed, the present.

Harry feels her tremble beneath him, her desire meeting his. He wraps his arms around her rolling over quickly so she is on top of him leaving his hands are free to feel every inch of her soft skin. He runs his hands down her back to her supple bottom then gently he grazes the tips of his fingers up her rib cage in a gentle oval as their kiss deepens.

Sighing, she sits up, straddling his hips. Ginny brings her mouth to the base of his neck, sucking gently. She moves down the center of his chest, nipping and kissing, driving him mad. Harry brings his hands up her rib cage to her ample bosom; cupping each breast in his hands he massages and gently pinches her nipples. Each of them is trying to entice the other into a frenzy of lust with just their touching. He feels he is winning as Ginny makes the most desirable moans

Ginny looks up at him, her eyes veiled with passion. A sparkle of triumph gleams in her eyes and before Harry has a chance to anticipate; she slides quickly down to his groin and nips the tip of his cock playfully. Harry groans loudly.

“Shush, you’ll wake the house,” Ginny says. Laughing, she grabs his erection in her hands, stroking along the hard vein with her thumb, licking around the tip then down to the base of his shaft.

Harry stifles another load groan in his fist while reaching for his wand to cast a silencing charm. “Gods,” he breathes, “how the hell can you, Oh shit!” He's suddenly louder as Ginny takes his cock into her mouth, sucking firmly, running her thumb along the shaft as she moves down. Harry looks down at her, and her brown eyes open stare back. “Luck again and again and again,” he thinks as pleasure wafts out from his groin like a cool sheet laid across his hot body. Ginny is bringing him to the brink but he does not want to come yet. Harry reaches out and grabs her face in his hands gently pulling her up to his mouth. He kisses her again. He places one hand behind her head, and his other hand he lets trail down the center of her chest slowly down her abdomen to her crotch. Harry begins messaging the tip of her clitoris, enticing the desired result as Ginny moans loudly into his mouth.

He sits up suddenly, forcing Ginny over onto her back. He kisses across her cheek and down her jaw, neck, and chest to her nipples. Harry pauses here to suck each nipple into his mouth, nipping and biting gently at the tip. All the while his hand keeps up the ministrations to her clit. Ginny’s eyes are closed and her head is moving back and forth as she sighs.

Harry begins to trail soft kisses down her stomach, pausing at the places he knows drive her wild. He is moving with purpose to his desired target. Harry moves down between her legs, licking between her thighs, sucking the very tip of her clit, nipping it gently. Harry is rewarded by the most desirable sounds from Ginny he thinks he has ever heard. Harry flicks his tongue over that pleasurable nub. Moving his hand between her legs he slowly enters her with two fingers as far as they will go. Moving his fingers in and out, he and pauses now and then to message the silky walls. Her gasps and squeals are his aphrodisiac. He could spend hours eliciting these sounds from Ginny if she would let him.

Now it is Ginny that grabs his face between her hands forcing him up. “Harry, Gods, now.”

Harry chuckles softly. “Impatient tonight?” He is only teasing. He is so hard now that he feels somewhere between pain and pleasure, need and release. He moves up. Settling his hips between her legs, he places the tip of his erection at her entrance, moving slowly into her. Ginny gasps, wrapping both her legs tightly, almost painfully around Harry, forcing him inside her more quickly then intended. A sound of undeniable pleasure escapes his mouth as he finds himself plunging in deep to that hot, wet, familiar place. Harry’s passion is beyond control and he gives over to it. He grinds his hips into Ginny, moving to hit just the right spot.

Ginny shouts with pleasure. “Oh, Harry. Yes!” Her eyes stay locked with his for a moment. The look of love and lust he sees in her is enough to make him come but he forces himself to wait for her.

Harry knows he won’t last much longer. He begins to move faster, harder and deeper. Ginny’s legs tighten around him and as she comes, he feels her clench around his erection. He is driven right over the edge of pleasure, finally releasing his seed into her. Spent, he falls upon her chest.

“I love you,” he tells her.

“I love you more,” is her reply.

They lay still both breathing heavily. After a few moments Ginny winds her arms tightly around him whispering in his ear.

“When did your life begin?”

“The day I realised I loved you.”

“When did your life end?”

“The day I realised I had to give you up.”

“And when did you start to live?”

“The day I returned to you,” he sighs as they both drift off to dreamless, exhausted, sweet, blessed sleep.

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a/n Hmmm I really liked the intamcy of this little story and the contrast. I was
hoping others would as well.