A Hinny microfic, using @ginnystrophyhusband April-May-June prompt 15: Green (albeit very tenuously!)

535 words, rated Gen

The first of September 1991 is a momentous day for Ginny Weasley.

She expects it to be, because it’s the day when the last of her big brothers heads off to school and leaves her all alone. 

Which sucks.

But—much to her surprise and delight, the 1st of September 1991 turns out to be momentous for a much better reason than that, because on 1st September 1991, Ginny meets him. 

Harry Potter! 

The Harry Potter, the one she’s read about and talked about and dreamed about for practically her whole life. Not that he spoke to her or anything, but she saw him. He was there right in front of her, the actual, real, him, he spoke to her mum and her brothers and everything!

On the second of September, when she’s alone and bored, this is what inspires her to come up with a new way to fill her time. After all, she has so much more time to fill now that she doesn’t have Ron to play with. Or argue with.

First, she steals two of her mother’s old wooden clothes pegs. Then, she fetches her box of crayons and carefully decorates them, concentrating hard, tongue poking out just a fraction in the way that Ron would tease her for, if he was here. 

She gives one of the pegs orange hair and brown eyes. The other receives black hair and green eyes, and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. 

Ginny is very proud of them

After she’s spent a suitable amount of time admiring her handiwork, she settles on the rag rug on the floor of her bedroom with her brand new Harry-and-Ginny clothes peg dolls and plays with them all afternoon. 

It is glorious.  

She pretends that Harry becomes her best friend, and they play quidditch together. She pretends that Harry is a brave hero who rescues her from a terrible monster. But her very favourite thing is when she pretends that Harry Potter is her boyfriend. 

“Ginny!” says the Harry-peg, in Ginny’s best Harry-voice. “There is something I have to say to you!”

“Really, Harry? What is that?” asks the Ginny-peg. 

“You are the most amazing-est girl in the whole world, Ginny, and I am in love with you!” declares the Harry-peg. “Please will you marry me, as soon as possible?”

“Oh Harry!” swoons the Ginny-peg. “Of course I will marry you!”

The Harry-peg jumps up and down with excitement. “Great! I will get a ring, and we will have a wedding!”

As Ginny makes the Harry-peg kiss the Ginny-peg, she wonders if one day, the real Harry Potter might play quidditch with her, or fight a monster for her, or fall in love with her.

Smiling, she tucks the Harry-peg and the Ginny-peg in her pocket and heads to the linen cupboard. Maybe she can find a white handkerchief that she could fashion into a wedding dress for the Ginny-peg? 

Chapter Eight: Get Some Rest, James

Summer 1998. Ron's back from Australia, to find that things have changed in his absence.

The Burrow was quiet as Ron let himself into the kitchen. Which was weird, because the Burrow was never quiet. Just one more example of the way the world was strange these days, in the months after the war.

He dropped his bag on the tiled floor. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

For a moment, there was only silence—and then came the thunder of feet on the stairs. Seconds later, Molly Weasley barrelled into the kitchen. She didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate even the tiniest bit, just kept on propelling herself across the kitchen until she collided with her youngest son. Ron just about managed to brace himself and keep them both upright as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight, 

“Ron! Oh, my little Ronniekins! When did you get back?” she sobbed into his chest.

“This morning.” 

She pushed herself back, grasping his biceps and looking up at him, eyes watery with tears. “And you couldn’t have warned me? Oh, if only I’d have known! I’d have made sure everyone was here to meet you!”

“I wasn’t sure how long the aeroplane would take or I would have owled ahead.”

She shuddered. “I still don’t like to think of you in one of those metal tubes, all the way from Australia. 

“They’re perfectly safe, Mum,” Ron informed her, as though he hadn’t expressed exactly the same sentiment to Hermione back in Sydney a mere thirty-six hours beforehand. 

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ RUSH a harry potter motorsport au

107; forgotten past SUMMARY In the moment of Apparating to the Ministry, blood loss consumes Harry. He's on the edge of death's grip once again, though this time, he knew that its penalty cannot be evaded. It's a race against time before death claims him. But something beyond the walls of death seeks him. wc: 4.2k rating: mature content: dread, blood characters: Harry Potter, Alexis Jones, Kingsley Shacklebolt

The instant Harry Apparated into the Ministry with Alexis, the adrenaline that had been holding him upright finally gave way. Harry's knees failed entirely beneath him, striking the cold, unforgiving tiles with a sickening thud that vibrated through his hollowed-out frame. A long, shuddering groan of pure overexertion tore from his throat, echoing off the high, dark walls. He lay there, his cheek pressed against the freezing stone, feeling the weight of the world settle into his marrow.

Nausea rolled over him in rhythmic waves, the atrium spinning in a blurred carousel of midnight green and gold. Every breath was a jagged, wheezing struggle, spilling onto the tiles as a cloud of white mist. His throat bobbed with a desperate, visceral rhythm, pulling in air that felt like broken glass, guttural and raw. Sweat, thick and cold, soddened his hair into dark, matted clumps, trailing down his jawline to join the blood and grime soaking into his shirt.

Marriage by Capture

Strangers to Lovers, cosy fantasy, only one bed

Hinny

Explicit

The new law states anyone who manages to capture you can marry you. Ginny leaves her home and family behind to avoid a forced marriage and tries her hardest to stay out of the grip of men. Harry was orphaned in his teens and has been traveling since, doing jobs here and there but leaving before they realise he has magic. One faithful day, the two have a rather unpleasant meeting in the woods and then another…

Chapter 8: Pinefair

Winter turned into spring slowly but steadily as the clouds retreated a little and buds began appearing on the trees, ready to bloom. This meant they could go outside more comfortably and soon they would be harvesting more than root vegetables and they’d have a bigger variety of food and hunting would be easier as animals were on the move too.

Ginny was walking up in the trees over thick willow branches along the water and Harry strolled slowly on the ground, watching her carefully. When the spaces between trees were too big for her to cross, he’d walk up and carry her across. Quietly he considered that due time, perhaps a red-haired toddler would be chasing after their mother over the same branches. He’d carry them across the gaps too.

Harry and Ginny with a toddler James and newborn Albus.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ RUSH a harry potter motorsport au

106; ring of fire: part two SUMMARY In the wake of encountering Sebastian Murray, the most shocking truth unfolds before Harry of being rather closely watched in the most invasive, sickening way. The hunt had gone well, that is until Murray had unleashed hell that Harry never expected that broke the dark persona of his Auror mask. Will Harry ignore Murray's dark truth, or will he break? It's a fight for his dignity and his sanity where brute enemies linger beneath the shadows. wc: 13.1k rating: mature content: violence, psychological mind games, gore characters: Harry Potter, Alexis Jones, Sebastian Murray, Cassius Ferguson, The Elder Secrecy soldiers

"How..." Harry's voice faltered, a hairline fracture appearing in his glacial mask. His finger, once a steady metronome, began to strike the slide of his gun in a rapid, frantic staccato that mirrored the sudden, violent elevation of his heart. He swallowed, and even that felt wrong. His saliva had thickened into heavy, stubborn lumps that dragged against his throat like stones. "How is it that you know?" His stomach twisted so violently it felt as though his insides had knotted themselves shut.

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.

The question was a jagged edge. And the thought alone made him feel sick. Sick enough to burn. Sick enough to want to tear his own skin off. The mental image of Murray—a silent, watching presence—witnessing the rawest, sacred moment where Ginny's mouth on his chest had undone him, where he had melted into her with helpless, aching moans of ecstasy—made his gorge rise, a spiritual filth that seeped into his pores. God, it burned.

“Harry said nothing... Ginny took his hand”

(Obviously this post deals with sensitive topics, please be careful.)

Okay, I realize most fans would automatically say that Harry James Potter was definitely not suicidal. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, though, and some things in canon have stuck with me. To be clear, he was obviously never shown to be at the point of orchestrating his own death (with the exception of giving himself up in Deathly Hallows, which of course was an entirely different category of this), but I think there’s evidence that points to him dealing with passive suicidal ideation on more than one occasion:

“Let’s go,” called Hermione from halfway up the stone steps. “This isn’t right, Harry, come on, let’s go….”

She sounded scared, much more scared than she had in the room where the brains swam, yet Harry thought the archway had a kind of beauty about it, old though it was. The gently rippling veil intrigued him; he felt a very strong inclination to climb up on the dais and walk through it.

“Harry, let’s go, okay?” said Hermione more forcefully.

“Okay,” he said, but he did not move.

- OotP, The Department of Mysteries

This particular bit where he feels an urge to walk through the veil illustrates something compelling and incredibly sad about his character. He doesn’t know what the veil is yet, only that he feels a strong pull towards it. There’s something JKR said once about Harry that’s always stuck in my mind:

“I wanted there to be a debate there, so of my three main characters – when they come into the room which examines death at the Ministry of Magic – Hermione, the ultimate sceptic and a hyper-rational person, hears nothing behind the veil and is scared of it. Ron is just uneasy…Harry’s drawn to it, and therein lies Harry’s slightly reckless, almost morbid streak, because Harry does have a hint of that dangerous adolescent trait which is the attraction to death.”

He’s lost his parents, his entire family, and therefore has a closer, more complicated relationship with death than most of his friends (except for Luna, who has also lost a parent and could hear voices beyond the veil just like Harry, though she did not appear to want to walk through it like he did).

“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —”

“THEN — I — DON’T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!” Harry roared, and he seized one of the delicate silver instruments from the spindle-legged table beside him and flung it across the room. It shattered into a hundred tiny pieces against the wall. Several of the pictures let out yells of anger and fright, and the portrait of Armando Dippet said, “Really!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE —”

- OotP, The Lost Prophecy

We’ve all seen this horrifically heart-wrenching scene quoted a billion times by now, but if you just stop and take it in? What Harry is actually saying? He’s a fifteen-year-old kid and he’s reached his limit. He can’t regulate his emotions at all at this point, and he’s literally begging for someone to end his suffering. LIKE? What the fuck.

Also in the last book, after he saw the bodies lying in the great hall he immediately ran to dumbledore’s office and wished that he could rip out his heart and everything that was screaming inside him. He even said that nothing he will see in snape’s memories could be worse than his own thoughts.

And the worst thing actually happened in the fifth book after Harry taunted Bellatrix and Voldemort came. Voldemort literally raised his wand at him, ready to kill him and Harry didn’t even lift his own wand to stop at all and just let him strike him. If it wasn’t for Dumbledore putting a statue in front of Harry, he would have been killed willingly.