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HP - Chapter 390: A Safe Place
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 390: A Safe Place
The world appeared to be moving in slow motion.
As the dust from the vampires lingered in the air, Harry saw Ginny’s body falling.
Without a second thought, he moved forward and caught her. Her face was as pale as ivory, and she didn’t appear to be breathing. He knew she was only moments away from being completely gone.
“Ginny!” Molly’s stupor broke as she saw a shadowy figure holding her daughter.
Harry was still completely cloaked in his Death Visage. His robes were darker than night itself, giving him a terrifying appearance.
“Let my daughter go, you fiend!” Molly cried. She had no idea why this creature had killed the vampires and then grabbed Ginny, but without a wand, her fear was still no match for her determination.
Harry glanced down at himself.
“When did I…?” He didn’t remember summoning the Death robes. But that didn’t matter right now.
He willed the robes away, and the Weasleys quickly recognized him.
“Harry?!” Molly said, her face a mask of pure shock.
“What is… what is happening?” Her eyes darted back to her daughter.
“She’s still alive… but barely,” Harry replied. A faint trace of magic lingered within her.
However, he was a lot more prepared this time.
“I’m not letting you die on me again.” Next to his right hand, a small black void appeared, and Harry pulled a vial from within.
Molly stared at the small crystal vial, wondering where it came from and what was inside. Before she could even ask, Harry opened it and poured the contents down Ginny’s throat.
The effects were immediate for all to see.
“She’s healing!” Fred exclaimed, coming to his mother’s side to see.
They witnessed as the deep gash across Ginny's chest and belly was closing quickly, not even leaving a faint scar.
“Harry, what potion was that? What did you give Ginny?” Molly moved closer but didn’t try to take Ginny from his arms.
“Phoenix tears. Three of them.” Harry said as he continued to move, and summoned two more vials.
These were different from the first one. Their contents were completely red.
Ginny began to make faint sounds, her eyes moving slightly.
Molly gasped. “Ginny!”
“Her wounds are healed,” Harry noted. “But she’s lost too much blood…” He opened one of the red potions and carefully gave it to her.
“That’s blood-replenishing potion,” Fred noted. “I had to drink a few of those after my Quidditch accident in my second year.”
As Harry gave her the second potion, color began to return to Ginny’s face.
“Here.” Harry handed Ginny to her mother, who was relieved to take her daughter into her arms. “She’ll be fine now.”
“Harry…” Molly looked at him with a soft expression. “I have so many questions, but for now, let me just say… thank you. You saved my family.”
“Not all of you.” Harry’s gaze fell on George’s body.
“George…” Fred murmured, his eyes welling with tears.
“Wait… are you Fred?” Harry asked, realizing his mistake. For some reason, he had immediately assumed that the same twin had died again. But apparently, fate had different plans this time.
Fred nodded. “Yeah, I am."
“I'm fine too, by the way..” Ron managed to pull himself up, despite a bleeding lip and bruised ribs.
“Ron, come here!” Molly pulled him into a hug, still holding Ginny close.
“Why did they attack us? I don’t understand,” Ron said.
“Were those really vampires?” Fred asked.
“They were followers of the Dark Lord,” Harry replied.
“What? But wasn’t he gone?” Ron exclaimed. “Didn’t Neville defeat him?”
“He’s back?” Fred looked at his mother, noticing her lack of surprise. “You and Dad knew about this, didn’t you?” He and George had overheard talk of the Order but never knew the exact purpose.
Molly nodded. “He returned recently but has stayed hidden… so far.” She turned to Harry. “Is that why they attacked us tonight? Is this our fault?”
Harry shook his head. “I doubt it. They’re probably targeting every wizard family they consider ‘blood traitors.’ Basically, anyone who didn’t join the Dark Lord is now in danger of becoming a target for his anger.”
“So we weren’t the only ones they went after?” Fred asked.
“No.” Harry glanced at the house. It had taken some damage but was still standing.
“You can’t stay here. Gather what you need. I’ll take you to my family home...it’s safe. Others will come to find their fallen comrades.”
“We’re going to stay in that giant place?” Ron asked.
“What about George?” Fred glanced at his brother.
“We’ll bring him too. I can place him in a stasis charm, and you can give him a proper funeral once the family’s all together,” Harry suggested. He had a lot of experience with these proceedings.
“But we need to hurry. This place isn’t safe anymore.”
“He’s right,” Molly agreed. She rose to her feet. “Can you hold her a bit longer?” She handed Ginny back to Harry, reluctant to lay her on the cold ground.
“Of course.” Harry held her carefully.
“Come on, boys, let’s grab our things.” Molly was about to rush into the house when she seemed to remember something. “Arthur! He’s supposed to be back tomorrow morning. And what if my other sons come to visit?”
“You can reach Arthur through the Floo, but don’t tell him where you’re going. Some of Voldemort’s followers may have compromised the network. Just warn him not to come here, and I’ll pick him up tomorrow,” Harry advised her.
“My house has an owlery. You can send messages to Percy, Charlie, and Bill.”
Molly nodded and gave Harry a long look. “It is you, isn’t it?” she said softly. “Dumbledore mentioned help would come from someone young but didn’t reveal who…”
Harry nodded in acknowledgment.
