New Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 7 – part 1 of 2 – Harry’s Recovery

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 7 part 1
Hermione began to shake Harry as she tried to wake him from his exhaustion.
‘What? No it can’t be Ron,’ said Hermione hysterically as she shook Harry’s arm vigorously.
‘It was Ron,’ replied Harry as with a groan he sat up on the beach and felt sand-grains fall from his hair.
‘You must have been mistaken Harry,’ said Hermione shakily, her eyes wide in a manic shock.
‘It was Ron,’ repeated Harry weakly.
‘But..,’
‘Hermione,’ said Harry more forcefully, cutting Hermione off mid-sentence, ‘it was Ron.’
‘Harry Potter sir,’ came a feeble voice from behind Harry. Both Harry and Hermione turned around at the sound of Harry’s name; both of them for a moment blinded by the descending Sun. Dobby was stood swaying, hunched over a few metres away from them, a shiny silver blade sticking out of his chest as a deep red liquid began to drench his woolly jumper.

‘Dobby!’ shouted Harry as he ran over and caught the house-elf in his arms, ‘Dobby….p-please be ok, please don’t die! Somebody help!’ screamed Harry through thick tears towards the cottage that stood above them on a small sandy hill. Harry took Dobby’s small hand in his own as he felt his old friend’s breathing become shakier and shallower.
‘I…….love you Harry….Potter,’ Dobby said gently. Suddenly with one final rasping breath, Dobby’s eyes glazed over and Harry felt his hand go limp in his own. Dobby the house-elf was dead.

*

After spending the rest of the day burying Dobby by hand himself and then holding a moving service, Harry had locked himself away from the others in one of Bill and Fleur’s spare bedrooms. The combination of Dobby’s death, witnessing Hermione being ravished, himself being fucked by Draco and then finding that Ron was the Hooded Man had sent Harry into a depression. Harry winced in pain as he moved into a more comfortable position on the bed. His bum still hurt slightly from where Draco had spanked and fucked him only hours before. Harry still felt a great sense of shame knowing that Draco’s cock had been inside him, and that somewhere, his cum still lay inside his body. Suddenly, a loud knock on his door brought Harry back to reality.

‘Harry….Harry, its Ginny. Please let me in, I need to talk to you.’ Reluctantly, Harry flopped off his bed and unbolted the door to let Ginny in. As soon as he opened the door, Harry felt the breath knocked out of him as Ginny wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
‘O Harry,’ Ginny said as she buried her face in Harry’s chest, ‘I’ve missed you so much.’ Harry felt himself relax instantly as he breathed in Ginny’s sweet flowery smell. He placed his hands low on her soft back, feeling her long, flowing red hair in his fingers. Harry knew no words needed to be said as the two of them stood there, locked in a tight loving embrace. Finally after what seemed an age, the two of them broke apart and went and sat on the bed.

‘Harry,’ said Ginny gently as she took his hand in her own and looked him straight in the eye, ‘I’m so sorry for what happened to you and Hermione.’ Harry opened his mouth to speak but then lowered his head unable too. Suddenly, Harry felt Ginny’s warm fingers on his chin as she lifted his head gently back up.
‘You and Hermione were so brave Harry,’ said Ginny, her eyes locked on to Harry’s sparkling green eyes, ‘you saved me from that horrid place, and for that, I shall always love you.’ Harry smiled weakly as he felt Ginny squeeze his hand tightly.
‘They didn’t hurt you did they?’ asked Harry as he sniffed.
‘No, for some reason the Hooded Man made sure nobody did. I think they were planning to use me to lure you there to try and save me,’ replied Ginny. Harry looked on into Ginny’s big brown eyes and knew he couldn’t tell her who the Hooded Man was. Ron, who was like a brother to him…….responsible for hundreds, maybe even thousands of wizards, witches and muggle’s deaths.

‘That’s a relief then,’ sighed Harry in response.
‘Do you know what kept me going while I was locked away?’ said Ginny quietly, ‘it was the thought of you Harry. Every night, I’d think of you and pray that you would come and save me…….. that you would defeat You Know Who….. and that we would live happily ever after. I love you Harry Potter…..I always have, and I always will.’ Suddenly, Harry broke down in a fit of tears as he buried his face into Ginny’s shoulder for comfort. Ginny cradled Harry like a baby in her arms as he continued to cry and howl into her shoulder.
‘I……I c-can’t do it Ginny,’ wailed Harry as tears continued to streak down his red cheeks, ‘everybody is e-expecting me to defeat him……but I c-can’t Ginny, I can’t! I’m n-not powerful enough….I’m not s-strong enough.’
‘Harry,’ said Ginny softly as she placed her hands on his cheeks and wiped his tears away, ‘you will. Dumbledore believed in you. Your friends believe in you …….and I believe in you Harry,’ said Ginny as she gave the top of his head a kiss. Slowly, the two of them lowered themselves onto the bed, Harry resting his head on Ginny’s chest as she continued to stroke his hair fondly. After what seemed an age, Harry finally calmed down as he placed a hand on Ginny’s tummy.

‘I’m sorry about what just happened Ginny. It should be me looking after you,’ said Harry shamefully.
‘You have nothing to be sorry about Harry,’ replied Ginny sensitively, ‘even the best people are allowed to have weak moments.’ Harry gave Ginny’s toned tummy an affectionate squeeze in reply. Eventually as the night wore on, the two of them fell asleep together, Harry using Ginny’s chest as a pillow while her hand rested softly in his hair.

A cry of a cockerel outside awoke the both of them from their pleasant sleep.
‘Morning beautiful,’ said Harry as he wiped the sleep from his eyes then gave Ginny a lingering kiss on the lips.
‘Hmm morning,’ groaned Ginny in a sleepy reply, ‘how’re you feeling today?’
‘Much better now I’m with you,’ said Harry as he placed his head on her chest once more.