Harry Potter and the Prophecy Fulfilled

AN: This is the first fanfic I ever wrote. I decided that I should post it up here along with all of my other stories, which I have been doing lately, posting my first few fanfics but this one was the first one ever. It started because I was unimpressed with Harry breaking up with Ginny at the end of Half-Blood Prince and a friend of mine told me if I was so mad to write my own ending, so I did. I wrote this before Deathly Hallows was released. You can tell that I had many ideas in this story that I used to write my Beginning Series - but it is not the same. This one is not alternate universe but simply post-HBP and pre-DH. I hope you enjoy it.

PS - Having problems posting this - it keeps coming out in one big blob so new chapters will be posted as I have time to go in and space them out.

Chapter I – Back to the Dursleys

Harry Potter sat in the train compartment of the Hogwarts Express by himself, staring out the window. Ron and Hermione were in the prefect's compartment leaving him alone and not for the first time, Harry realized that he felt truly alone in the world. He watched the world fly by him and he sighed – he was depressed, there was no getting around it. He kept going over the events of before and after Dumbledore's funeral in his head, but everything was jumbled up; the horcruxes, Ginny, Snape, Ginny, Malfoy working for Voldemort, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny! He sighed, it was no use; he missed her. Nothing he did was going to change that.

He banged his head off the window in frustration, not that it had done anything of course, except give him a splitting headache. He sighed; he had to talk to her. Breaking up with her was for a good reason after all. Voldemort would go after her if he knew how much he cared about her. Ginny would only be in danger by being with him. But wouldn't she still be in danger either way? He wasn't sure, but all he knew was that he desperately missed her and he wanted her in his life. His reasons for breaking up with her made sense, but couldn't he just for once in his life, be completely selfish?

He stood up and walked into the compartment next door where Ginny Weasley was sitting with Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. She was holding her pygmy puff, Arnold, and laughing with Luna. She looked beautiful, her long red hair was tucked back behind her ears and her bright brown eyes were laughing.

"Hey Harry," Neville said, ushering him inside with a friendly smile. "Have a seat."

"No thanks, Neville, I actually … I need to talk to Ginny for a minute. Ginny?"

She turned to look over at him and nodded. She stood up and followed him out and into an empty compartment. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she began to chat absently, something she normally did when she didn't know what to do or when she was nervous, as she and Harry had barely said more than two words to each other since the funeral. "I can't believe how empty the train is. I mean, I knew a lot of people went home after Dumbledore's funeral, but blimey, it's empty." Ginny replied as she watched Harry close the compartment door behind them and take a seat.

"Yeah, real empty." He licked his lips and took a deep breath before speaking, while Ginny just looked up at him with those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes of hers. She was so beautiful that she took his breath away. How had he gone on for almost six years without realizing how incredible she was? He wondered if she was even really affected by their breaking up, she looked … too damn good, he thought and she was much too good for him. He didn't even deserve a first chance with her let alone a second one. Yet here he was, about to try for that second chance. He shook the thoughts from his mind, he didn't care, and he had to try! She was too important not to.

"Ginny, about … about what I said at Dumbledore's funeral."

"I get it, Harry, you're being noble."

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through this thick jet-black hair in frustration; wondering if noble was really what he wanted to be. After all, Hermione had once told him that he did tend to have a 'saving people thing'.

"Maybe I don't want to be noble. Maybe for once in my life, I want to be selfish!"

Ginny's heart skipped a beat as she tried to keep herself looking calm and collected. Did he mean what she thought he meant? She looked into his gorgeous eyes and barely managed to prevent herself from sighing in pleasure. His eyes were bright and the fiery look of his frustration in them made her stomach clench. His eyes did her in every time. She couldn't say no to him. "Where are you going with this, Harry?"

"No where … everywhere. Ginny… I… I miss you!"

Ginny smiled warmly at him. "I miss you too, but it was your choice, Harry."

"Can I take it back?"

Ginny's heart let out a whoop of joy, but her brain was telling her to wait and see what he meant. "You don't want to break up?"

Harry shook his head. "Ginny, the whole thing with the break up, I … I just, I'm worried that Voldemort will go after you if he knows how much I care about you. I mean, he already possessed you once through Riddle's diary and you were only my best mate's little sister then. Now, you … you're so much more than that. What if he hurts you? I'd never be able to live with myself!"

Ginny took his hand in hers and pulled him down on to the seat beside her. "Harry, it doesn't matter. Tom Riddle is a supreme Legilimens; he's going to know how close we are anyway. Besides, my family isn't exactly the most popular … I could simply be attacked for being a Weasley. We're blood traitors, you know. We've always tended to be on the wrong side of the fence so to speak. You never know what's going to happen in the future. I know that you have things that you need to do, I accept that because its part of who you are, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to be with you."

"Ginny," Harry murmured, pulling her close for a hug. "I want to be with you, but I need to explain some things to you first; things that I haven't told anyone except for Ron and Hermione. Things that I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't tell anyone but Ron and Hermione. But I think that he would understand me telling you."

She nodded and held his hand tightly in hers. "Okay, I'm all ears; tell me everything, Harry; everything that you feel I should know."

Harry nodded and let out a deep breath before he started from the beginning. He explained to her about the first lesson he had with Dumbledore, he left out what he had learned about Tom Riddle's life because he didn't think it was important for her to know at this stage of the game but he did tell her how Riddle had made horcruxes of his soul and how he himself was destined to destroy Voldemort, starting with the horcruxes. He also told her about the theories he and Dumbledore had come up with regarding the four founders of Hogwarts.

"I can probably tell you many things about Tom Riddle, things that I just know because he poured his soul into mine." Ginny said, shivering as she remembered how easily she had been manipulated by the Dark Lord in her first year.

It still scared her to think about it; the darkness and the loss of love and life that had crept up into her body and grabbed a hold of her heart, squeezing so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She still had nightmares about it. And the sexual things … even at eleven she had known that the sexual images he had shown her were deranged and wrong. Bill was the only person who knew exactly what she had learned from Tom and she didn't want to relive it again. She had told Bill everything and he had helped her to get past what she had learned and he had explained everything that she didn't understand. Bill had known that even though she was only eleven years old, Ginny had no longer been a child.

She shook her head, as if she was pushing the memories back before she continued. "I know things, Harry, things that no eleven year old girl should have known. He was evil. He showed me his past, but he made me sympathize with him. His father didn't want him and his mother died when he was a baby. He was an orphan and he lived in a muggle orphanage. I did feel bad for him and the more he told me about his past, the closer I became to him. I wanted to be his friend. I wanted to help him. But I learned too late that he couldn't be helped. He was evil, even at sixteen. And I'm telling you, Harry, it's not going to matter whether I'm with you or not. It may be your destiny to go after him, to fight him to the death, but Snape killed Dumbledore, Malfoy is now working for Tom and both of them know that we were together and whether we're broken up or not, neither one of them is dumb enough to believe that you still don't care about me. You didn't care about me when I was eleven years old, Harry, you barely knew me, but you still came down into that Chamber to rescue me and Tom knows that. That's why it doesn't matter if we're together or not. Harry, I want to be with you. I can help you if you'll let me. I can research ideas about possible horcruxes, and look for mythological aspects about the four founders of Hogwarts, even if you won't let me go with you because I'm not yet of age."

Harry closed his eyes as he thought about what she had just said. Ginny knew Voldemort in a way that no one else did, she could help him. Also, she seemed to know about Voldemort's past, all of the things that Harry had learned from Dumbledore in his lessons. He nodded and brought her hand to his lips in a gesture so sweet and so completely unlike Harry that Ginny stared at him, speechless for a full minute.

He grinned, "I know, which is why I'm asking you to forgive me for breaking up with you at the funeral and well, I guess I'm asking you to be my girlfriend again."

Ginny smiled and slid into his lap to kiss him softly. "Yes, Harry, I'd like nothing better."

He grinned, "Good." He kissed her again and ran his fingers through her hair, that gorgeous hair that felt like silk beneath his fingers! "Ginny, I've uh, been wondering about something?"

"What's that?" she asked, cuddling into his arms.

"Ron totally approves of us going out and all and even though he grumbles about it from time to time, he doesn't hate me, but have you told your parents?"

Ginny shook her head. "No, actually, Harry, I wanted to talk to you about that. I was going to before but then we …"

"Okay."

Ginny sighed. "I actually don't want to tell them, or Charlie or Fred or George. Though I did tell Bill, we're really close and he completely understands me. I knew that Bill would be happy for me and that it was something I could tell him in a letter, which I did. He thinks that it's great and he wanted to know what took you so long."

"I'm not complaining, I mean you do have four other older brothers that would probably want to kill me, but why?" Harry asked, thinking it was a good thing Bill and Ron approved.

"They wouldn't understand! At least Mum wouldn't. She still treats me like I'm ten years old and no matter what I do to convince her she just ignores me. She knows that I dated Michael and Dean, but she thought it was … well, a joke or something. I think it would be better if she just doesn't know. That's the reason why Fred, George, and Charlie don't know is because I don't want them to tell Mum before I do. Besides, you'll be at the Dursley's for a while and then you'll be at the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's wedding, we can hide it. Don't you think?"

Harry shrugged and Ginny kissed him softly, lingering on his lips for only a moment, but it was long enough to make his brain go fuzzy. "Sure … I admit, I was a little nervous, I mean your parents have always treated me so much like family. I was afraid that when they found out about you and me I would be… well… not so well liked."

Ginny smiled. "It's not like it would be long, I mean, you'd only be at the Burrow for a month, and then school starts up again. And I figure it would probably be better to tell them in person."

"Wow, wait a minute; you do want to tell them?"

Ginny giggled and nodded. "Yes, but after the wedding, if I tell Mum now she won't believe me. She'll go on about how I'm just being silly and that you're way too old for me, which I don't understand as both Dean and Michael were the same age as you, but I know she will say it. Once you come to the Burrow, we'll try to mention it as soon as possible."

Harry nodded. "Its fine, Gin; whatever you want." He touched his lips to hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck to sink into the kiss.

A banging sound, followed by a loud 'Ahem!' broke them apart before they even got started.

Ron Weasley was standing in the doorway, glaring at them. "Do you two have to do that all the bloody time?" Ron demanded.

Hermione Granger came up from behind him and gave Ron a dirty look before sitting down across from Ginny and Harry. "I think it's cute. So are you two back together then?"

"Back together, when were you not together?" Ron asked, confusion coming through his voice as his eyes darted suspiciously between Harry and Ginny.

Harry grinned. "Yeah, Ginny and I worked everything out."

"Ron, you can't tell anyone from our family about Harry and I okay, we, um, well we want to sort of keep it a secret from them for a while, you know tell them in person when Harry comes to stay at the Burrow during the summer. Only you and Bill know." Ginny replied.

Ron shrugged. "Whatever, it doesn't matter to me."

Hermione stood up, "I think we've arrived."

Harry nodded and kissed Ginny again, long and deep until she moaned and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "I guess its goodbye for now."

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll see you later, Harry. Will you write to me while you're at the Dursleys?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

She kissed him again and then climbed off his lap and left. Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and followed everyone else off the school train. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there along with Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and Alastor Moody. Harry grinned and walked over to them.

"Hey Professor Lupin, Tonks, Professor Moody." Harry said.

Lupin grinned. "Hi Harry, how are you doing?"

Harry shrugged. "As best as can be, I guess."

He watched Lupin put his arm around Tonks and he grinned, they looked good together. Happy too, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Lupin happy. Moody gave Harry one of his growling smiles before he headed over to talk to the Weasleys. Harry followed Lupin and Tonks through the barrier back to the muggle world. The first thing he seen when he got to the other side was his Uncle Vernon pacing alone, looking angry. He said goodbye to everyone and then headed over there, feeling like he was approaching a sleeping tiger.

"Hi, where are Dudley and Aunt Petunia?"

Vernon Dursley glared at Harry and his moustache twitched in the process. "They had better things to do today, let's go, boy."

Harry sighed, giving a gloomy wave to the Weasleys, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks, and Moody before following his uncle to the car, thinking that this last month with the Dursleys was going to be hell.

Harry brought his trunk upstairs to his room and sat down. One month, that was it then he never had to see the Dursleys ever again. The thought was not however, cheerful, as the month was only just beginning. He sighed; he had more important things to worry about at the moment; like Voldemort.

He pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to make a list of the places that he wanted to go and the places that he needed to go to look for the horcruxes, starting with Godric's Hollow. His parent's graves and the cottage-like house that his parents had lived in while in hiding were his first priority. The house was probably not even there anymore but he figured he could still look. Maybe there would be something there to give him a clue. He leaned back against the wall on his bed and grinned at Hedwig as she flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"Hey, one more month, and we're gone from this place for good."

She hooted happily and rubbed her head against his cheek, giving his fingers an affectionate nip. He smiled at her and she flew out of the window. Harry leaned back and within minutes he was fast asleep.

Harry was awoken early the next morning by the sound of an owl. He grinned as a familiar overly excited owl flew into his window and landed in front of him. When he was realized it was Pig, Ron's owl, he quickly ripped the letter away and opened it up, wondering what Ron had to say suddenly after only seeing him the day before. But when Harry saw that the writing was Ginny's he grinned.

Dear Harry,

I miss you already.

I know that sounds really needy and annoying and well… I don't care, I miss you already! I didn't really get to tell you on the train as we sort of got distracted but I'm so glad that you changed your mind about wanting to be with me. Not that it really would have mattered as I would have simply made myself look absolutely incredible for the wedding so that you regretted every second of it! So I'm not even sure if you're home yet, but I hope that your aunt and uncle don't treat you too badly while you're there, after all it is your last month with them. It's already chaotic over here. As soon as I walked in Fleur was telling me that we had to get me fitted for my bridesmaid dress right away and then Fleur and Mum began arguing about flower arrangements and whether or not the tent should be on the left side of the yard or the right side of the yard. God, Harry, she is driving me nuts! When I get married, I will never be that crazy over my wedding – I swear it!

Well, I'll admit, this letter really has no importance in its content, except to make you think of me, and to hopefully take your mind off where you are, but I hope to hear from you soon.

All my love, always

Your Ginny

P.S. Errol is out running an errand so Ron let me borrow Pig. He says to send him back A.S.A.P. as he needs to send a letter to Hermione.

Harry sighed and smiled at the letter; she had made him happy and he had already been thinking about her but he was glad that she'd written to him already. He had nothing to say to her at the moment, so he decided to write back later. He looked up at Pig, but realized that he had already left. He stood up and stretched lazily, glancing at the clock and groaned when it said 5:30 a.m. He didn't know why he had woken up so early or why Ginny had written to him quite so early, unless of course Pig had just taken forever to deliver the letter, which was of course very possible, but he figured he might as well get up because he had a lot of things that he wanted to accomplish. And knowing his aunt and uncle the things that he wanted to do wouldn't be able to get done until he worked on the chores that they would undoubtedly assign to him.

He opened his trunk and began to search through it for the book Hermione had given him the day after Dumbledore's funeral. It was a book on natural magic, Hermione seemed to think that Harry would be able to control his magic without a wand and be able to use it to its full extent. She also had heard something about some witches and wizards being able to control the natural elements. She had also said that a lot of muggle books brought the natural elements into existence and that a lot of it was myth. He wasn't even sure if he understood what she was on about but he figured it couldn't hurt to read up on the theory. After all he couldn't do magic outside of school yet until his birthday. But wandless magic he thought he could do, after all he had done quite a bit of it unintentionally so maybe he could do more.

He didn't however understand the natural elements idea of magic. He had just opened the book and managed to get the first sentence on the four elements read which simply said: The four elements are fire, water, earth, and air; when his Uncle Vernon came bursting into the room.

"Boy, get downstairs now! You have some work to do." Then he turned on his heel and left the room.

Harry sighed, he might as well listen, after all he didn't want to make his last visit any worse then it already was going to be. He wondered why his uncle was even up this early in the first place. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where his Aunt Petunia was making breakfast. He stood in the open doorway of the kitchen for a moment again wondering why everyone was up so early before speaking.

"What would you like me to do today?"

Aunt Petunia turned to look at him and gave him one of those pursed lipped smiles that sort of looked like a sneer and then turned back to the stove. "Vernon left a list for you on the kitchen table. He had an early meeting at Grunnings this morning. Everything on the list must be done if you want any meals today."

Harry sighed and reached over to pick up the list and look it over. The list was very full. It read:

- Mow the lawn.

- Trim the hedges.

- Weed the garden.

- Clean the windows.

- Power-wash the house.

- Fix the roof (there is a problem with a couple of the shingles, nail them back down).

- Begin to build a shed in the backyard – instructions for this are in the smaller shed.

- Clean out the shed before building the new one.

- Clean both bathrooms from top to bottom.

- Clean Dudley's room.

Harry groaned; this was going to take him more than all day! He placed a hand over his rumbling stomach and closed his eyes; he might as well get started. He went upstairs to change into some even older and rattier looking clothes, a pair of old baggy jeans and a torn t-shirt before heading back downstairs. He figured it was probably best to start cleaning the bathrooms and to work his way outside.

He grabbed the cleaning supplies from the closet and started to work. He scrubbed down the walls, the tub, the shower, and the sink before going to the toilet. He mopped the floor and replaced the bathroom towels before moving on to repeat the project in the second bathroom. Then he started on the windows; carefully removing them and scrubbing both sides. He headed upstairs to clean Dudley's room and grinned broadly when he remembered that Dudley was not home from school yet, so the room had yet to be mess. He quickly dusted and vacuumed before heading outside.

By one o'clock that afternoon, Harry had completed everything on the list except for cleaning out the shed and building a new one. He wiped the sweat off his brow and pulled the old t-shirt off his head to get some air as his stomach gave another loud rumble. He hadn't eaten anything since the sandwich and the handful of sweets that he had bought from the Hogwarts Express the day before. His Aunt and Uncle had just come outside as he headed towards the shed.

"Potter!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

Harry turned around and wondered what else they were going to make him do. "Yeah?"

Uncle Vernon sneered. "Don't say 'yeah' in that ungrateful tone, boy! Listen, your aunt and I are going to a fundraiser for my work and won't be home until late. When we get back, all of those chores better be done."

"You didn't specify on how much work you wanted me to do on the shed." Harry replied, looking at his uncle carefully.

Uncle Vernon grimaced like he always had when Harry had dared to ask a question. It didn't matter if the question was reasonable; it was still a question, something that had been forbidden for as long as Harry could remember. "All of it."

"All of it? You want me to build an entire shed in one day? Do you even have any wood?" Harry exclaimed angrily, his temper beginning to boil over. He took deep calming breaths, trying to control his anger. The last thing he needed was another explosion that caused underage magic.

"Everything you need is next to the old metal shed, which by the way you have to take apart first and put out at the road. When we get home, you can stop, but until then, build. I haven't had time to do it. Got it?"

Harry smirked, like his uncle would even consider building a shed, it was too much manual labour. He snickered to himself, trying to picture his uncle trying to build one; that would be a Kodak moment for sure. "Yeah, I got it."

Uncle Vernon nodded and a couple of minutes later Harry heard the car drive away. He thought about sneaking some food from the kitchen but his aunt had started keeping a count of exactly what they had to prevent him from doing just that. He let out a deep breath and decided to at least listen to some music while he worked. He pulled the tiny portable stereo out of the house and plugged it in on the back patio, letting the local rock station pour out as he got to work. AC/DC told him about the highway to hell as he began his work on the shed. He started off by removing everything from the old shed and moving it onto the patio before he took apart the old one. The hot sun was prickling his skin and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Did he even know how to build a shed? Well, he'd have to figure it out if he ever wanted to eat today.

Within an hour the other shed was done and he began to use his uncle's instructions to build the new one in its place. As the sun seemed to only become hotter by the minute, he groaned and was at least thankful that his aunt had thought of leaving him cold bottled water in a cooler. At least he was getting something, even if he was only getting water so that he didn't pass out in the yard, therefore his chores would still be finished when they got home, he was still grateful. He downed one bottle before getting back to work.

By eleven o'clock that evening, the Dursley's still weren't home and Harry was working by the lantern in the back and the streetlights. He was starving. The air had turned cooler and he had put his t-shirt back on. The shed was finished. He couldn't believe that he had actually built the entire thing in about ten hours of non-stop work. But then again, it wasn't very large and he supposed anyone could do it when they were told they wouldn't eat until it was finished. He put everything into the new shed and brought all of the pieces of the old shed out in some boxes to put out at the road for garbage day. Harry then went inside to take a shower. Once he was clean, he changed into slightly more comfortable clothes and then he sat in the living room. He had just thought about turning on the T.V. when he heard the Dursleys pull into the driveway. He walked into the entrance hall just as they came in.

"It's all finished. Can I have something to eat now?" Harry asked in what he hoped was a polite tone. He was not going to explode on them, even if he was angry enough to wish he was able to use his wand to curse them all into oblivion.

Uncle Vernon nodded at Aunt Petunia before he quickly went to go check to make sure that Harry had done everything that he was supposed to have done. "Good, you can go eat. Then I suggest you go to bed, I've got more for you to do tomorrow."

Harry didn't comment, though he could feel his anger rising. What else could he possibly have to do? Harry went into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was making him his meal or what was his lack of a meal. She gave him a slice of bread with butter, an apple and two slices of processed cheese. Harry quickly ate it, his stomach still growling before he headed back upstairs. Hedwig was sitting on his bed, looking at him. Harry smiled and ran his fingers through her silky coat before getting up and grabbing some owl treats from his trunk to give her.

Then he saw the letter from Ginny.

He decided to write her back before he went to bed. He wasn't sure what to write at first, as nothing had really happened, but he eventually came out with this:

Dear Ginny,

I was surprised to get a letter from you so early; I mean I had barely arrived. Not much has really happened; you know I've just been doing some chores for the Dursleys and reading up about those theories on natural magic from Hermione. Dudley comes home from school tomorrow, so that should be pretty interesting, considering he doesn't even know that I came home early. He'll probably just be hanging out with his friends a lot and I don't think he'll bother me too much as he knows that by the time my birthday comes I can legally use magic on him.

I'm counting down to my birthday, seventeen seems so far away. But at least I will finally be an adult and I will at least be able to get out of here. I don't want to write anything that may be too important, you know stuff that might be interpreted the wrong way, I mean, who knows if anyone will intercept this. Oh yeah … I do have one important thing that I can say - I MISS YOU TOO. I was of course, already thinking of you before I got your letter, but then you were on my mind all day – quite distracting actually. And the whole thing about you wanting to make me regret breaking up with you by looking fantastic at the wedding, I regretted breaking up with you the second after I did it. Ginny, you're incredible, and I can't imagine what I would do without you! Well, your house sure sounds crazy, I hope you don't do anything drastic like kill the bride, try to keep a calm head at least for Bill and I promise to dream about you.

I miss you and I can't wait until the wedding so that I can take you into my arms. I think that might have sounded really corny, but it's better than Ron can do. Haha, well I hope to see you soon.

Love always, Your Harry

P.S. I'll send this with Hedwig because Pig left hours ago. Guess I didn't write back fast enough.