Ease the Pain

Ease the Pain




A lone figure walked through the dark cemetery. He passed by various statues and gravestones. A few he recognized, others he didn't. He wasn't searching for one in particular, he knew exactly which one he needed to visit. Soon, it appeared to him. A white marble headstone displaying the birth and death dates of a young man and woman with the epitaph: The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. He knelt down in front of it and placed a bouquet of lilies in front of the headstone. A teardrop trickled down his nose.

Harry Potter touched the white rock and began to cry even more. “Hello,” he said through his tears. “I'm sorry I haven't been to see you lately.” He felt a slight breeze over his left shoulder and he instinctively put a hand there, hoping he would feel another hand instead of his own shoulder. He knew they wouldn't spring back to life after the defeat of the darkest wizard of all time, yet still an infinitesimally small part of him had hoped. If that were the case The Weasley family would not be missing one son and Teddy Lupin would still have parents. He banged the top of the tombstone with his fist as tears flowed down his cheeks. “No more,” he muttered. “No more will have to die.”

He stood up from the grave and made his way back to the entrance of the cemetery. As he walked, he passed the grave of the mother and sister of his old headmaster at Hogwarts. He muttered, “You'd be proud of your son,” as he stopped in front of it. He continued walking back to the entrance and once he passed through the gates, his Disapparated. He found himself at the edge of farm where in the distance stood a tall house that looked as though it was put together rather hastily. The Burrow.

He walked toward the front door, kicking a few gnomes away from various crops and passed several chickens running around his feet. He knocked at the door when he approached it. “Just a moment, just a moment!” he heard a familiar voice say as he stood there. A plump woman with fiery red hair opened the door and beamed at the person she saw there. “Harry dear!” she cried with joy, holding her arms out for a hug. “Hello Mrs. Weasley,” he said as he smiled and returned the hug. “What brings you by? I haven't seen you since Easter,” she asked as she shut the door behind him. She noticed his bloodshot eyes. “You've been to visit them again, haven't you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded. Mrs. Weasley heaved a sigh and said, “I'll make some tea for you, dear.” Harry Smiled and said, “Thank you.”

The Burrow was like a second home to him. He had his own place to live, but the only company he had regularly was an old house-elf who until recently couldn't stand to be around Harry. He visited the Burrow often, especially after going to the cemetery. He felt welcome here. Mrs Weasley came back into the room carrying a tray with a hot cup of tea and several homemade cookies. Her hospitality never wavers, he thought. “Where is everyone?” he asked looking around at the unusually empty house. “Well, Arthur got called into work earlier in the evening. Something about exploding doorknobs. George and Ron should be back from the joke shop in about an hour. And Ginny's at Hogwarts. We got a letter from her and Hermione the other day, actually.” Harry forgot. Ginny still had one year of school left to complete and Hermione chose to return to finish her education.

An idea came to Mrs. Weasley. “Harry, would you like to stay the night? Tomorrow, we're going to King's Cross to pick up Ginny and Hermione. You're welcome to come with us if you'd like.” All the color seemed to return to Harry at once. “Sure, I'd love to.” He missed Ginny. He hadn't seen her since Christmas and was longing to see her again. Longing to hold her. To kiss her. To... “What have you been up to since Easter?” she asked. Harry snapped back to the present. “Uh,” he began, regaining his composure. “I've done quite a few interviews for The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler. Xenophilius is always pleased after an interview with me. It means he'll sell all the magazines he's got.” He and Mrs. Weasley chuckled at this comment. “What about your future Harry? I thought you still wanted to become an Auror,” she said. Harry paused and picked up a cookie. “I do, but will it matter that I didn't finish my schooling?” Mrs. Weasley thought for a moment. “I shouldn't think so. Alastor Moody left after fifth year and look what happened to him. He became one of the greatest Auror who ever lived.” Harry nodded, sipping his tea. He took a bite out the cookie. Snickerdoodle. “Oh, these cookies are fantastic!” he said with his mouth full of crumbs. Mrs. Weasley blushed. “I'll talk to Arthur about starting you in an internship at the Ministry.” Harry drained his teacup. “I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Weasley,” he said. She waved her hand. “It's nothing dear,” she said, turning even redder. “No,” Harry continued. “I mean for everything over the years. All the times I've come here, thew places I've gone with your family, the innumerable times you all have helped me. I don't think I've ever properly thanked you.”

Mrs. Weasley was at a loss for words. She didn't need to say anything though. Her clock showed that two members of her family were coming home at this moment: George and Ron. Sure enough, the fireplace erupted in green flames and George and Ron flew out of the fireplace perfectly intact, if not a little sooty. “Harry!” cried Ron. He ran over to him and gave him a hug and a pat on the back. George grabbed his hand firmly and shook it. “How's the shop doing?” Harry asked. “Fabulously,” said George. “We're THE place to go when it comes to gags and pranks in all of Britain. We're thinking of expanding overseas.” Harry grinned from ear to ear. He knew that George would make money on the joke shop, but he never thought the business would go international. “We've got a flat in London, near the entrance to Diagon Alley,” said Ron. It's massive! You should come and see it sometime, Harry!” Mrs. Weasley slipped back into the kitchen to make more tea.

“Mum!” Ron yelled as he walked to the staircase. “Harry and I are going up to my old room!” They walked up the stairs and found Ron's old room. It was as if he never left. Everything was left where it was on the walls and dressers. His mother even dusted everything. “I think you're mother may have Empty Nest Syndrome,” commented Harry. “Oh, just a tad,” said Ron as he sat down on his old bed. He stared at all of his Chudley Cannon posters and sighed. “Sometimes I miss this place.” He sat back up. “Don't get me wrong. Living on my own is great, but I get homesick occasionally, you know?” he asked. Harry nodded. “How's George doing doing after...” he said as his voiced trailed off. Ron didn't answer immediately. “He's better than he was. I still hear him cry at night sometimes, but he denies it. He has found comfort in Angelina Johnson, though. They started dating a while ago. She started working at the shop a few months ago and it's really brightened his mood.” Harry smiled. “What about you?” asked Ron. I haven't seen you since Easter.”

“I convinced Hogwarts to put up a portrait of Snape in the Headmaster's office. They wouldn't at first. He abdicated his post before he died. But luckily, I had a trump card up my sleeve. Snape's memories. I showed the four Heads of Houses the memories in the Penseive and they were shocked. When they saw that Snape was a good person, they decided to put up a portrait in his honor.” Ron scoffed a little. “Sure he was a good person, but he wasn't a very nice person.” Harry agreed at this statement. “Still, it only felt right,” continued Harry. “He was a jerk to me, but he was one of the bravest people I have ever known.” Ron looked at the clock and let out out a big yawn. “”Let's get some sleep. We gotta get the girls in the morning.” He dressed in his pajamas and pulled the covers over himself. Harry didn't have an extra set of clothes on hand. He pulled a sleeping bag out from the bed and unzipped it. He set his glasses on the bedside table and grabbed a pillow from the bed. He lay on the rug in his friend's old room and steeped in the familiarity of it all, quickly drifted off to sleep.

Harry awoke the next morning in great pain. Ron forgot he was sleeping on the floor and tripped over him. “Sorry Harry,” Ron said as he helped Harry up. Ron got dressed and the two went downstairs for breakfast. Mrs Weasley was there as was Mr. Weasley. “Harry, my boy!” cried Mr Weasley, jovially. “Morning, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry, shaking his hand. They sat down and began eating their breakfast. “Where's George?” Harry asked, noticing the absence of Ron's elder brother. “He had to open the store this morning,” replied Ron. He said I could have the morning off so I could pick up Ginny and Hermione with you guys.” Harry cut up his scrambled eggs and began eating. “Molly tells me you still have intentions of becoming an Auror,” he said as he sliced his ham. Harry nodded and swallowed his mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Let me talk to Kingsley when I go in later today and I'll see if I can get you an internship in the Auror Department.” Harry smiled. “Thank you Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much,” he replied appreciatively. Mrs. Weasley kept glancing at the clock. They only had a couple of hours until the train arrived.

Once breakfast was finished and the plates were washed and put away, they to a car that Mr. Weasley borrowed from the Ministry. It was a lot bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. The trunk had room to fit all of the girls' school supplies. They made their way to London and arrived at the train station. They got out of the car with ten minutes to spare before the train arrived. They walked to the brick column between platforms 9 and 10 and walked through it, as though it wasn't there. Harry recognized no one on the other side. He would have graduated the previous year and all of his old friends had moved on, save for Hermione and Ginny.

Some of the smaller children on the platform grew excited and began pointing at something in the distance. Billowing smoke was rising above a treeline and was coming nearer. Soon, a stream of scarlet could be seen and Harry grew as excited as the small children. The sound of the train grew louder and soon it arrived at the platform and screeched to a halt, blowing its whistle and sending a massive burst of steam out of the smokestack. The doors opened and people began filing out. He saw a few people he recognized in passing from school, but he had two people in particular he was looking for.

Then he saw them: a girl with bushy brown hair and girl with hair as red as her parents and siblings. His heart swelled at the sight of the latter. Hermione and Ginny saw the Weasley family, but what surprised them was the sight of Harry standing on the platform smiling and waving, as if he was waiting for his own child to come home after a long year. Hermione ran forward and hugged Harry and said, “It's so good to see you, Harry!” She gave just as big a hug to Ron and kissed him on the cheek. “What, no lips?” asked Ron in surprise. Hermione laughed as she hugged him again. “I missed you so much, Ron.” Harry saw Ginny run over to him and embraced her tightly. He smelled her hair and was lost in her. He wanted to kiss her like he never kissed her before, but he knew that probably wouldn't be the best thing to do in front of her family and all of the other people around them.

That night, Mrs. Weasley made an excellent dinner of Chicken Parmesan, buttered green beans, and garlic bread sprinkled with cheese. Everything was delicious. Harry had two helpings of chicken. Once everyone had eaten their fill, the girls talked about their year in school. “We learned the counter curse to the Memory Charm,” said Hermione, tears welling in her eyes. “Now I can fix my parents' memories!” Ron patted her on the back. “If I can find them in Australia,” she added, slightly crestfallen. She took a bite of garlic bread and remained silent for a while. They talked for more than two hours about the school year, but Harry's eyes were only on one person: Ginny. He was pleased to see that her eyes were on him as well. Soon after that, everyone began to get tired and started heading up to bed. Ginny was going to sleep in her room, Hermione was going to stay in Fred's and George's old room, and Harry was still going to bunk with Ron.

Harry drifted off to sleep in Ron's room. As he nodded off, he heard the door open slowly behind him. “Come here,” he heard a voice whisper. Harry looked over at Ron, who was snoring loudly, and walked over to the door. It was Ginny. “Come on,” she whispered, motioning to her room. Harry looked up and down the halls to make sure the coast was clear. He crept over to Ginny's door and followed her inside. She still had the pictures of the Weird Sisters and Gwenog Jones. Her things were sitting, still in the trunk, next to her desk. He looked at her properly for the first time. She was wearing a pink nightgown with a small frilly pattern around the wrist cuffs and where the gown ended just above the knee.

“You visited them today, didn't you?” Ginny asked him. “How did you know?” Harry replied. Ginny smiled at him. “You always come over to my parents' house after going to the cemetery. I figure you stayed the night and joined them at the train station this morning.” Smart girl, Harry thought. She sat down on the bed and patted it, indicating she wanted Harry to sit with her. As soon as he sat down, she planted a kiss on him. Not the “it's so good to see you, boyfriend!” kiss she gave him at the train station, but a soft sensual kiss that made Harry's nerves melt.

“I wanted to do that when you picked me up today,” she panted after she broke the kiss. Harry merely blinked in stunned silence. Ginny pulled her wand out of her jeans pocket. She pointed it at her door. “Muffliato,” she murmured. Harry's eyes grew wide. He had a feeling as to what was going to happen. “Ginny,” Harry started to protest. “We're in your parents' house.” Ginny rolled their eyes. “They don't care,” she laughed.

Ginny put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to give him another kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair as he reached up and placed his hand gently on the side of her face. Her skin was so soft and her hair smelled like lavender. The moved her hand down the back of his neck, down the back of his shirt and started lightly scratching his back. He moved his hand away from her face and slid it down to one of her breasts. Ginny breathed in a little sharply and kissed Harry more passionately. She backed up a bit and pulled her up over her head and threw it to the side of the bed. Underneath she was wearing a lacy white bra and a white pair of panties with flowers on them. She undid the top buttons of Harry's shirt and pulled it off of him. He may have been wiry, but he had muscle to him, which Ginny always thought was very sexy. She got up off the bed and stood in front of Harry. She reached around to her back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her milky white breasts were exposed to harry for the first time in their lives and Harry was salivating at the sight of them.

Ginny giggled as she lay back on the bed. Harry crawled over to her and began kissing her again. He moved his kisses away from her face and down her neck. She moaned as he got nearer to her breasts. He kissed her breasts around the nipple before taking one in his mouth and sucking on it. Her back arched and she moaned as he suckled on her breast. He took the other with his left hand and was squeezing it gently. Kneading it with his fingers. He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched slightly. Ginny squealed and was rocking her hips, moaning as he drove her wild. His right hand slid down her smooth smooth stomach until it felt the fabric of her panties. Harry rubbed the outside of them, feeling a small patch of dampness. Ginny bit her lip and moaned as he rubbed her. He moved down to her waist and started pulling her underwear down to her ankles and tossing them aside.

She had a red patch of hair over her vagina. It was large, but she kept it trimmed. Harry moved towards her waiting pussy and caressed her entrance with his fingers sending a shiver up her spine. He slid one finger in and pulled it out slowly. Ginny shuddered and moaned in response. He continued his work faster and faster as Ginny reached down and grabbed onto his head. She pulled him close to her and Harry knew what she wanted him to do. He spread her lips apart and plunged in with his tongue. She bucked her hips and writhed on the bed as Harry continued licking her tender spots. He moved his tongue to her clit, causing her to convulse with pleasure. As he sucked on her clit, he put his finger back inside, trying to find her g-spot. When she gasped and bucked wildly, he knew he found it. He thrust his finger in an out as fast as he could while still tonguing her clit. “Oh God, Harry!” she cried. “I'm going to cum!” This made Harry work harder. The moaned and writhed and cried out until one last great spasm sent her over the edge and she climaxed.

Ginny lay there for a few moments, coming down from her orgasm. When she had calmed down, she crawled over to Harry and unzipped his jeans. The pulled down his boxers and saw his erection for the first time. She was surprised at how big it was. She took his shaft in her hand and began stroking it. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as she continued stroking the length of him. She pressed her lips to it and gave his cock feathery kisses before taking it in her mouth. The warmth and moistness of her mouth was driving Harry out of his mind. She continued her sucking and stroked him at the same time. She cupped his balls gently with her other hand and Harry almost lost it. He had to remove Ginny's head from his crotch so they could finish what they started.

Harry lay Ginny back down on the bed and stared at her for a few moments. “It may hurt,” he said in a soft voice. “I don't care,” she whispered back. “I've wanted this for so long.” He took a deep breath and entered her. She winced with pain as her hymen broke but the look of pain became a look of pleasure as he moved in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around his back so she could hold him as close to her as she possibly could. With every thrust Harry let out a small grunt and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his brow. Ginny moaned and ran her fingers through her long red hair with one hand and gripped the sheets with the other.

Harry shifted his position so that he was on his knees, gripping Ginny's legs. With one hand he rubbed her clit, sending a ripple of delight up Ginny's spine. She started to squeeze one of her breasts, getting as much pleasure out of this as she could. Harry sped up his movements and he could feel the pressure building inside him. “I'm cumming Ginny!” he cried. “Pull out!” she panted. He pulled out just in time to release his cum on her breasts. He collapsed next to her and Ginny went to her dresser and pulled out a towel to wipe her chest with. She tossed the towel in a hamper and lay down on the bed next her heroic lover. She rested her head on his chest and whispered, “I love you Harry.” He looked down at her and kissed her softly on the lips. “I love you too,” he whispered back. Ginny's cheeks seemed to glow after this statement. Soon after, the two fell asleep, still holding each other tightly.