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Harry Potter NR.1

... didn't know how he'd found her but she didn't care. She couldn't speak. Her mind raced, unable to cope with the vastness of it all. The figure emerged from the bushes and took the fang from her hand with a gentleness even he did not imagine he had. He took the diary and set it before himself and stabbed it once, twice, three times. He set the now destroyed horcruxes beside one another, away from Ginny. Uncertainly, he held her arms and lifted her to her feet. The closeness to him felt weird, his tenderness felt misplaced. "You need to leave. You're not safe here." She shook her head. "I need your help." __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 45 - Return and Revenge Three weeks later: Ginny appeared, disheveled and bleary eyed, on the doorstep of the cozy cottage in the corner of Godric's Hollow that Lily, James, and Harry Potter called home. She knocked. "Oh thank Merlin!" Lily screamed when she opened the door and embraced her friend hard. Ginny felt her warmth, breathed it in. When the green-ey3d witch released her she held Ginny at an arm's length to look over her. "You…" "…look worse than a ghoul who's just barely gotten over a bought of spattergroit?" Ginny finished for Lily. She put a hand through her hair. She felt that her eyes were swollen from lack of sleep and she hadn't the opportunity to shower for a few days but she hadn't seen her reflection for weeks. "Without the ...

... pustule scars, yes," she agreed. Ginny noted to herself to only wear long sleeves from now on. Luckily it was getting cold again. Lily ushered her into the house gently. "Come in, sit. Awner just put on the kettle. It'll be ready any moment. Where's Remus?" Ginny stopped and studied her friend for a moment. Lily Potter looked curious with a dab of worry. "I suppose I can safely assume he hasn't been here. Makes sense though, I wouldn't have come here either for refuge." She continued onto the kitchen and Lily followed beside her. "Refuge? What are you talking about?" Lily asked more sternly, probably hoping it was the first of April. In the kitchen, Awner sat at the kitchen table knitting, a pile of tiny hats and scarves and socks in a variety of colors already finished in front of her. "Where's Remus?" "My guess is as good as yours. He left months ago." Lily took hold of Ginny's hand. A break up was difficult to begin with. But having to go through it alone, along with all the responsibilities she'd already assumed must have been…Lily couldn't even imagine. And all this time Lily had been trying to work out how they'd been surviving, how they found food, and how they'd managed to stay hidden. She'd imagined Ginny cooking a nice dinner after a long day of Horcrux hunting and now she realized she'd gravely underestimated what they were doing. Thinking of Ginny cooking made her nearly laugh. "You've been alone, searching for Horcruxes by yourself?" she asked incredulously. "And you ...