Author's Note: Okay, here it is, the first chapter to my first Harry and Ginny fic. I'll be updating once a week, probably on Friday. This chapter is short, sorry about that, but it's setting up the story. I'm once again writing in the first person, I find that it's much more comfortable for me, and the POV will change throughout the telling of the whole story. The action begins in the middle of "Deathly Hallows", when Harry and Hermione are recovering from seeing Voldemort on Christmas Eve. Thanks to my beta, Peter, because I'd suck without him. Enjoy my faithful readers. MNF
Found in the clutter
My head was still throbbing a bit, and I wanted nothing more than to lie down and forget that I was in this god-awful tent with an irritated and distraught Hermione. I had done everything I could for her, made her feel about as good as I could since Ron left us -- git -- but I wasn't the one who would bring her comfort and I knew it.
We were both still recovering from our close call with Voldemort last week in Godric's Hollow. I should have gone earlier, I should have listened to my gut and not listened to my friends. If we'd gone right after school let out, none of this would have happened, because Ms. Bagshot would have still been alive then, writing that damned book about Professor Dumbledore. I stopped thinking about how I hadn't taken charge, how I had let them dictate what we do, and how it was just costing us increasingly. I didn't have the right to wallow anymore. I needed to take action.
The Horcrux hunt was going horribly. We had one of the damned things, but we had no way of destroying it and it was making us crazy. Other than the ring that Dumbledore had taken care of and the diary that I had destroyed in my second year, we'd made no headway at all. I stopped to think about that diary, what it had almost done to Ginny. Ginny...I didn't even have the words to describe the ache in me for her. This has to be love that I'm feeling because nothing else would hurt so badly. I rubbed my hands over my face and then ran my fingers through my hair. There wasn't any help for it, at least as it was getting longer, it didn't stick out everywhere. I picked up the book I was reading and started again.
I continued to flip through one of the books that I had taken from Sirius' house, I shook my head to try to remind myself that it was my house now. I tried not to think about it too much, even after a year and a half the pain of losing him was...I stopped myself from thinking or feeling it. Now wasn't the time or the place. Someday I would be able to grieve for everyone that had loved me and then been taken away from me, but right now, I was formulating a plan.
No matter how many pages I read in this book, I kept coming back to the same spell. It was hard, and I wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't dark magic of some sort, but its existence and the implications of it gave me an idea that I couldn't shake. It was a radical idea, going against everything that we had done this far; but if I was right, I could stop all of it right now, as of tonight -- and maybe put back some of the wrongs that had happened over the years.
I had to make sure that I had my argument ready before I took Hermione to the one place I was sure that she'd be safe, and then set off to do this. I had to do it my way, I wouldn't let my friends risk everything to come with me, especially if I failed and wasn't able to complete what I was destined to do.
The ingredients for the spell were simple enough, it was the incantation that was giving me some issues. It looked like it was in Greek, which wasn't something that Hogwarts taught, but I figured if I learned how to say it phonetically, it would work just as well. I was going to take charge of this mission and try to make things right, if it was the last thing that I did.
"Harry, are you feeling up to eating anything?" Hermione asked. My stomach had been in knots for the last week, at least while I was awake. She was mothering me, which was kind of nice, but also kind of annoying.
"Do we have any more of that bread, or maybe an apple?" I asked her, knowing that if I didn't put something into my stomach, I was going to be sorry, because she was going to pester me until I did.
"We've got both, let me get them for you," she replied, sounding almost happy. "Do you want some tea to go with it?"
"That would be nice, thank you Hermione."
She busied herself getting the food ready, and I went back to my book. We weren't far from a fairly large–sized Muggle village, and I had seen a library when we went in to get some food the other day. I should be able to find a book to help me learn these translations. Tonight while I was on watch, I would write the incantation down on some parchment, and take it with me, so I could figure out what I was saying. The hard part would be explaining to Hermione that I WANTED to go to a Muggle library. She was going to be suspicious.
She set the food out on the small table, and I hopped down from my bunk to go and eat with her. She had a small bit of cheese on her plate as well, but my stomach rolled at the thought of it. We ate in silence, but Hermione would smile at me because I was eating. It was finally time to broach the subject at hand.
"Hermione, I want to go into the village tomorrow," I told her, and she looked at me with the most queried look on her face.
"This isn't working, us always on the run, not really finding anything, not making any headway at all," I started and she nodded at me. "We need to try something else, and I..." I paused, trying to figure out the best words to tell her what I was going to do.
"What Harry? What do you want to do?"
"Just hear me out before you go all wonky on me. First, I want to go to the Muggle library. I need to learn how to pronounce some Greek words," I explained and immediately her brow furrowed in concern.
"Why do you need to know Greek, Harry?"
I took a deep breath before I answered her. "Because I found a way to take the fight to HIM" I explained with a head shake. We'd been avoiding the name since our run in last week, "when he will least expect it. I figured out how I can destroy all the Horcruxes and destroy him as well."
"Harry, it's too risky. You...why are you still saying I? We're a team in this!"
"No Hermione, I love you and Ron like your my family, but this time, I do this without you. Also, if I time everything right, I think that I might run into some help. I don't want to tell you any more right now, except that I am also going to need to get my hands on supplies. Nothing too odd, snake skin, willow bark, newt's eggs and some torch lily flowers. I also will need your set of Rune stones and a candle."
"Okay," she said slowly, and I could almost see her brain trying to process what I was making with the supplies. "I don't know any potion that uses those things."
"It's not a potion, it's a spell. I found it in one of the books from Sir..." I stopped myself and took a breath, "from Grimmauld place. Please, Hermione, don't ask any more questions because I don't have answers yet or I'm just not going to give them to you. We've been playing defense way to long, it's time that we started to push the offense and take him down."
"I like your attitude about this," she started, "but I have to tell you, you're scaring me here, Harry."
I got up and walked around the table to kneel by her chair. "I can tell I am, but what I'm contemplating will make all of you safer, and it should end this. With everything that we've been through, with how well you know me, please, just trust me now."
She nodded at me and then laid her head on my shoulder. I really did want to keep her safe, she's like the sister I never had, and if she were lost to this damned war...
I stopped my thoughts again, knowing where they would lead me. This was the right thing to do. This was my chance to end the war.