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Darkover Magic by K A Woods

Format: Novella
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 40,108
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Romance, Action, Humor, General, Angst, Mystery, Drama
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, James, Lily, Neville, Ron, Snape, Voldemort, Luna, Lucius, Seamus, Pansy

First Published: 02/14/2005
Last Chapter: 06/28/2005
Last Updated: 06/28/2005

A prosaic story of the Final Year for Harry Potter and his friends- interlaced with romance, and the thin line that is drawn between good and evil that is crossed in order to win the ultimate battle. A good read for the reader who is enthralled with Harry Potter and the relationships, some unlikelier then others, that bond the characters together.



“HURRY UP YOU FOUR! YOU ARE GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN!” Molly Weasley screamed at the top or her lungs as Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny clamored along behind her toward Platform 9 ¾.

“Alright Harry dear, you first.” Molly stated affectionately as she gave Harry a little kiss on the cheek and he charged through the barrier with the other three close behind.

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all trudged through the throngs of people lined up to wave goodbye and finally boarded the Hogwarts Express. And to their pleasant surprise found an empty compartment.

“Finally we get a bloody compartment after five years.” Ron stated as he rolled his eyes and lifted his heavy trunk onto the storage bin atop the benches.

“Well Ronald, if you really wanted to be a gentleman you could put my trunk up there too.” Hermione responded curtly.

“You are Head Girl, do it your bloody self.” Ron replied indignantly.

“It’s alright Hermione I got it.” Harry directed at Hermione with a sympathetic smile as he graciously lifted her and Ginny’s trunks up.

“Why thank you Harry.” Hermione and Ginny said in unison as the two shot Ron icy glares. Ron shrugged it off as he pulled out a pumpkin pasty and took an obscenely large bite, chewing with incredible force.

“Oh how very mature of you Ron, mum would be so proud.” Ginny shot at Ron with a look of complete disgust.

The train ride went rather smoothly for the first part of the day with very little interruptions with the exception of Neville looking for Trevor again and Seamus coming by with Dean to show Harry and Ron the spell they worked that turned water into rum. It had been apparent that the spell actually worked because Seamus and Dean were so drunk they could barely walk down the hall.

It had been a pleasant ride until a certain knock on the compartment door changed everything.

“I TOLD YOU SEAMUS, ONLY COME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE MORE BLOODY RUM!” Ron bellowed from inside the compartment not knowing who had knocked.

“Tsk, Tsk Weasley… not consuming illegal rum are we? We wouldn’t want your prefect title taken from you now would we?” The icy voice cut through the air as the sliding door to the compartment glided open to reveal the solid form of Draco Malfoy.

“You must have heard wrong then Malfoy.” Hermione mused coolly as Ron stuttered in indignation.

“I know what I heard Granger and you ought to be ashamed of a fellow Gryffindor, and Prefect I might add, consuming, talking, or even joking about such an offense. If he were in my house-”

“Which he is not, So Malfoy if you have nothing better to do then try to get others into trouble then I suggest you leave.” Hermione interjected as she shot Draco a look of contempt.

“Well feisty today now aren’t we Granger? I swear if I didn’t know any better I would say that your Mudblood self had a bit of a crush on weasel here.” Malfoy remarked, knowing the comment would push Hermione over the edge.

“Don’t call her that Malfoy…” Ron growled through gritted teeth.

“Oh so sticking up for Granger now Weasel? How chivalrous of you, but I didn’t come around to watch this sick display of affection, I only wanted to say that there will be a very brief Prefects meeting in the very first compartment to discuss passwords in about 15 minutes so, you two, or should I say three? Need to be present.” Draco stated smugly as he shot Ginny an insolent glare before turning and disappearing down the hall.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say that Lucius Malfoy had just strutted into our damn compartment!” Ginny stated furiously her face almost mirroring her hair.

“Like father, like son.” Hermione declared as she opened up an advanced Arithmancy book and sunk behind its cover.

“Advanced Arithmancy? Now I know she is bloody mental.” Ron commented towards Harry in exasperation. Harry simply laughed and turned his head towards the window where the sun had just begun to set and sighed.

The feelings of uselessness had started to swell up again when Malfoy mentioned the Prefects meeting. In less then fifteen minutes he would be sitting in the compartment in solitary confinement while Ron, Hermione and Ginny went to the Prefects meeting. He thought he was over this but he wasn’t, the pangs of jealousy were rising again even stronger and he couldn’t help but hate what they had. It was not fair. His head was starting to spin and with a torrent of anger came a stifling hotness and then a sudden throbbing in his scar. A laugh erupted in the back of his mind, Voldemort’s laugh. Or was that his laugh? It had seemed so real even he couldn’t tell. The room began to spin into a ray of colors that gave way to a bright red circle emblazoned in his mind; he then heard a scream and everything went black.

“Harry? Harry? Harry, are you okay?” The soothing voice of Hermione spoke softly from above his body, which he now noticed was lying on the floor.

“Yeah I’m fine Hermione.” Harry stated curtly as he rubbed his scar, and sat up in his seat rather quickly making himself feel rather queasy.

“You don’t look so well mate…” Ron implored as he gave Harry a concerned look, but Harry didn’t want Ron’s pity- at the moment he barely wanted to look at Ron.

“Okay well we must be going down to the meeting Harry, but we will be back shortly.” Hermione cooed bracingly making it painfully obvious that she was worried that Harry might snap.

“Hermione maybe it is isn’t a good idea to leave Harry after-”

“I said I was fine Ron now just go to your stupid Prefects meeting.” Harry seethed at Ron.

Ron gave Harry a hurt yet perplexed look as he glanced back in forth between Hermione and Harry.

“I’ll stay with Harry; you two go to the meeting and just tell me what goes on when you get back.” Ginny said with a little smile as she looked reassuredly at Hermione and Ron. The pair gave Harry and Ginny a worried look before begrudgingly leaving the compartment.

“You know Ginny you really didn’t have to stay, I said I was fine.” Harry remarked the jealousy still oozing through his voice.

“I know I didn’t have to Harry so you could at least show a little common courtesy since I did choose to stay with you.” Ginny shot back at Harry as she pressed a damp cloth she had conjured to his forehead, which was now extremely hot.

“Well thanks then, even though you really didn’t have to. I don’t need your pity.” Harry stated the last part more under his breath then actually towards Ginny.

“I wasn’t doing this out of pity Harry, I was doing this because I am your friend and I care about you.” Ginny said noticeably softer then before as she continued to pat his forehead with the damp cloth, which Harry had to admit felt rather comforting. Harry closed his eyes and let the feelings of security consume him as Ginny took care of him and was soon put into, thankfully, a dreamless sleep.

“How is he doing?” Hermione started “I was so worried about him all throughout the meeting, I could barely concentrate.”

“He’s fine, I had him lay down, dabbed his forehead with a damp cloth and the next thing I knew he was asleep. I was rather worried though seeing as how his forehead was burning up.” Ginny responded as she patted Harry’s head, which was resting peacefully in her lap.

“What the bloody hell was wrong with him anyway?” Ron queried as he gave sleeping Harry and Ginny a look of discomfort.

“I don’t know exactly but he did seem a bit ornery when we spoke, said something about not wanting pity.” Ginny stated a bit uneasily.

The three shared a look of understanding before averting their glances onto Harry still resting peacefully in Ginny’s lap. Hermione took back out her Arithmancy book while Ron covered himself up with a Hogwarts robe and curled up at the other end of the seat, leaving Ginny alone to ponder her thoughts.