Harry Potter and The Soul Guide

Chapter-20

The moment the green light had hit Voldemort’s chest, his eyes changed back to their normal state. He thought that this moment would bring him joy, but instead it brought him sadness. But not sadness in the fact that that evil monster was gone… no, it was the fact that Ginny was gone that killed him.

But when he turned around to her lifeless body, he saw, not Ginny, but Wormtail. Harry got down on his knees, grateful that it was all officially over. And not only was it over, he had made the right decision. Ginny was not dead, she was above him, safe and sound, just as he thought she was. He laughed as the thought crossed his mind, thankful that he was alive.

Still, he knew that if he stuck around, he wouldn’t be alive any longer, for the death eaters could wake at any moment. And so, with as much strength as he could muster, he pocketed Voldemort’s wand, and walked over to the magnificent bird that had just flown in through the entrance of the chamber.

“Fawkes,” Harry said weakly. “Take me home now, please.” And so the bird flew, up high, taking Harry up to the sinks, where he whispered the snake-like password, and flew through them.

Once in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom he let his feet fall to the floor, which frightened the young ghost that lived there.

“Harry?” Myrtle said, frowning. “You’re not dead? Oh, pooh! But you will come and visit me, right?”

“Always, Myrtle,” he said happily. “Always. But right now I need to head upstairs to Professor McGonagall’s office. I promise I’ll be back, though.”

He tried to walk to the professor’s office, but he realized that he was much too weak from all the power that had just left his body.

“Fawkes,” he said weakly. “Think you can help me out just once more?” The bird nodded gracefully, then let Harry hold onto its feathers. He flew Harry up to the headmistress’s office, let Harry dismount him, and flew off into the open sunset.

The statue was already moved, and so Harry was left with the simple task of knocking on the professor’s door. And so he did.

Voices could be heard inside the office as a man hurriedly opened the door. He person who opened the door was obviously not expecting what he saw, for the instant his eyes fell on Harry his jaw dropped and he pulled Harry into a hug.

“Oh, Harry,” Remus said happily. “You’re okay! Why have you come back? I thought you were on a big mission?”

“It’s over,” Harry said faintly. “I just came from the… Chamber of Secrets… down below you will find hundreds of death eaters lying unconscious on the stone floors.”

“What?” Moody said frantically. “What do you mean unconscious? What’s going on, Potter?”

“You will also find…,” Harry said, gasping for breath. “The body of Lord Voldemort.” He watched all the jaws in the room drop. “It’s… over. It’s done. No more prophecies, please.”

“What in blazes are you talking about, Potter,” Moody said in a rather confused tone.

“The school…,” Harry said. “I need to speak to the school. A… a ceremony. We need to hold a ceremony.”

“Whoa, Harry,” Remus said. “Here, take this, and then we’ll talk.” He pulled a piece of chocolate from his cloak and handed it to Harry. “This should make you feel better.”

Harry took the chocolate, and instantly his body became much sturdier. He stood up now, able to speak right again.

“Voldemort is dead,” he said. “I want to inform the school. Can we please set up a ceremony?”

“Yes, Potter,” McGonagall said in shock. “But while I’m putting things together, why don’t you go to your dormitory. The password is Actum.”

And so, while the headmistress got things ready for the ceremony, he went down to his dormitory. On his way there, he looked at every picture and took in every crack in every wall that he passed, for he never expected to see Hogwarts again, and now here he was, going home. Life seemed so peaceful for a change, and for once, he had no worries.

“Password,” the Fat Lady said nonchalantly.

“Actum,” Harry said calmly, bringing the Fat Lady to her senses.

“Harry Potter!” she shrieked. “You’re dead, though! How can you be here? I just don’t under–”

“Actum,” Harry said again, and the Fat Lady let her portrait swing open. Instantly, the sight of the common room came to his eyes. He red and scarlet colors that he’d missed so much hit him hard, and his eyes filled with tears of joy. But those soon disappeared at the sight that stood just before him.

“Oh my,” Hermione said, holding her hands to her mouth. “Harry? Harry, it can’t be?” He walked right over to her and gave her a tight hug.

“It’s me,” he said. “It’s me, Hermione, I swear it. Merlin, it’s so great to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”

Ron stood right next to Hermione, but unlike her, he couldn’t find the words to say. He just stood there, jaw open, watching his best friend just be alive.

“Ron,” Harry said happily. “Ron, it’s me. I’m not dead. Quite the opposite… I’ve never felt so alive.” Harry stepped right in front of Ron, and gave him a brotherly hug.

“I’m so sorry to keep this short,” he said. “But I need to find Ginny. Where is she?”

“She upstairs in your dormitory,” Hermione said, pointing upstairs in shock. Harry nodded his head and ran up the stairs to his old dormitory, taking in every minute of it.

He opened the door quietly to see his beautiful red head lying on his bed, hiding her face in his pillow as she cried her eyes out. Smiling, he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. He stroked her red hair peacefully, trying to calm her tears.

“Mum, please,” Ginny said through her tears. “I just want to be alone right now. Please just go away.”

He placed his mouth right next to her ear and whispered softly and gently, “I’m not your mother.”

Her eyes flew open as the sound of his voice ran through her mind. Sitting straight up, she looked him in the eyes, and gasped. “Harry…,” she said. “You’re… you’re here.”

“And I’m not leaving again,” he said, then placed his mouth to her ear again and whispered, “It’s all over, Gin. It’s just a memory.”

Her eyes grew wide as those words hit her full force. “You mean… he’s gone. It’s over? The war?”

He nodded, and she flung her arms around him. Lifting her up of the ground he kissed her, swinging her around happily.

“I can kiss you, Ginny!” he yelled, continuing to swing her around. “I can be with you without worry! I can hug you, dance with you, and stroke your hair!” He set her down gently. “Ginny… I can love you.”

She smiled sweetly at him and whispered into his ear, “Always and Forever.”