A hell of a fussing screech.
Ginny’s summer began on a… relatively high note.
A note her mother’s voice had never reached from living memory.
The reason why?
Well, that was all the question wasn’t it? No one knew for certain. But it may have had something to do with the news that Sirius Black had escaped prison, and that Ron had gone into an argument with Dumbledore about how his best friend was kept alone with lousy Muggles.
By that point, there had been a… Screech? A rage filled scream? Damned if she knew.
Still, when she told Harry he couldn’t leave his house, he replied that he didn’t care all that much as long as he was allowed to get his books and learn more about magic while being kept in prison.
Which, considering the state he was in most of the time?
Totally fair.
But when he was told that someone would go and collect his school books, he went from nice Hufflepuff that doesn’t want to cause trouble, and into a Ravenclaw ready to fly away as soon as he could, just to read more.
And so, he literally sent everyone the figurative middle-finger, walked out of his home, ignored everyone trying to talk to him, all the way to the train, went to London, entered Diagon Alley under the shocked gaze of everyone and several Aurors who knew, that he was supposed to be at Privet Drive.
And knocked head with a smiling Ginny Weasley and Ron Weasley, and a scowling Molly Weasley.
“Harry dear! So good to see you again. But…” she floundered slightly, “were are your relatives?”
Harry looked at her with that funny gaze, which always seemed to say, “I know you are not dumb enough to have asked something like that, but since you actually did, I guess I’ll need to reform my views on your intelligence levels.”
All in all, it was amusing to see her mother blush so hard.
“Yes… My relatives that… Care only that I stay out of their way?” he seemed to consider their mother’s face. “Well, to be fully honest Mrs Weasley, I only wish to see the library and I’ll be back home as soon as I have done so.”
Molly seemed to slightly appeased by that. Ginny also suddenly realized no one had ever talked back about her and Harry sharing dreams. And wasn’t that strange? Well. It’ll come when it’ll come.
The thing was that when they walked inside Gringotts, Harry went to the Goblins, bowed, and spoke in their weird guttural language. And where in hell- get it?- he’d gotten to learn that one, was a wonder in and of itself.
Then again, he was pretty much the incarnation of the God of mineral wealth, the Underworld, and therefore, eventual King of everything which lived.
She doubted anyone else knew tho.
The goblins seemed greatly pleased and nodded along. Finding all of this extremely interesting, since they completely ignored several witches and wizards trying to get to their vaults, in favour of hearing what was said by the young wizard polyglot.
Then Harry left with another Goblin and when their mother tried to follow was stopped by sneering armour goblins.
“This only concerns the heir to House Pe-Potter.” said the Goblin.
Ginny considered the weird slip of tongue. Was he about to say Peverell? Or something else. Their mother left in a bit of a huff, while she sent a wink at the goblin, mouthing a ‘smooth’ to him.
The smile he sent her was nightmare fuelling honestly.
When she met back with Harry that night, he seemed amused at the goblin reaction.
“He probably sensed that you were linked to me.”
Ginny stopped chewing on the end of her quill, looking at him weirdly.
“What do you mean?”
She asked eventually since Harry was simply looking at the sky after a long session of… Something muggle he’d begun to learn to muscle himself.
“Well. You know how I’m supposed to become Hades right?” he clarified.
Ginny spoke at once.
“What? You mean they can sense it or something? Or that… I don’t know, you created them in a previous life?”
Harry blushed slightly.
“No, I created them during this life to protect the wealth of Hell. That’s why they appear to be so few. Most of them are in the Underworld and represent my realm across the various dimensions.”
She raised both eyebrows slowly at that one.
“And how’d you know that?”
Harry snorted.
“I keep having those weird flashes of knowledge as I grow up. Seems like I’m gaining back some of my powers. I just don’t know what will happen once I’ll have recovered them all.”
“I may be able to answer this.”
They both turned to see Hypnos walking toward them, along with another man behind him.
“Greetings young Lord of hell!” said the second person with a cheery ton. “I’m death!”
They both deadpanned at his introduction. Death, who was supposedly the one who gave the Peverell Brothers the Various Deathly Hallows… Ginny’s eyes widened. Of course! The Hallows!
“Indeed little Lady, The Hallows, or, rather, one of them, is currently linking Young Master Hades to myself and to, therefore, Hell. Which is accelerating his return to powers. This is quite unprecedented. Since it basically means, that we will soon have a Lord of Hell in this world, before the gateway to it is opened.”
Harry looked quizzically at the two gods, who appeared to be grim-faced.
“Meaning?” asked Ginny.
“Meaning that if I come to my full power, I may destabilise the world enough to bring it crashing down on us.” said Harry.
The fact he was now also showing a grim face to this news, convinced her more than most anything else could. And as Harry began asking if there was a way to stop the process or slow it down, it seemed to be… Not.
But Ginny had always found the easiest answer to be the quickest also.
“Why not give someone of trust the Hallows, so that it won’t at least accelerate exponentially?” she offered.
All three men stopped and looked at her, as if she were a goddess of wisdom or some crap like that? Truth be told, if she were to be something, it would probably be the goddess of ambition. At least as far as self preservation went.
She wasn’t stupid. Maybe a little naive, and definitely innocent, at least, as far as people thought, but she also knew her wish had gotten her landed with the fate of either becoming Queen of Hell with Harry as King, or die and haver her soul annihilated.
She knew what she’d chose, even if she didn’t have a slight crush on her friend.
“That could work.” said Thanatos. “I shall gift it to you then Little Lady.” and the cloak appeared in their Dream, and was given to her.
“Now, we need to find the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, so that they may not be brought into contact with Harry.” she said cheerily.
Hypnos narrowed his eyes, and Thanatos smiled sinisterly. Harry sighed.
“Why do you want the Hallows Ginevra?” asked Harry with a disappointed expression.
Ginevra, hating her name, would have lashed out. But this time, she took on herself and replied easily.
“If I want to stand beside you, I’ll need more power than just being myself would. I don’t lack in it. But I certainly don’t equal the literal god of the Underworld.” she winked.
Harry stared, his eyes piercing bolt of green shades, under glasses and black velvet curtains of hairs.
God she was waxing poetry of him.
God she really was!
And he could probably read her mind if the blush on his face was anything to go by.
“Well. I can’t very well Argue with that one. I hope you’ll be able to. I think living in Hell, even as great as you made it out to be, must get tiresome after some while.”
And they woke up.
Ginny smiling with a great blush on her face.
That wasn’t a “get help Ginny” so she’d take that as a win!