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The ATLANTIKWALL in Raversyde is one of the best-preserved remains of the German defensive line during the First World War. Thanks to its exceptional preservation, for decades the ATLANTIKWALL was carefully walled in and today it is the only intact original wall from the 1914-1918 world war that can be found in an urban environment.

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teeth

(by 5 Seconds of Summer)

harry was back home from hogwarts. the war was over, and now it was time to build what was damaged, starting from hogwarts.

"ginny, i'm home"

no reply. they had moved in together in a small flat near the burrow soon after the war. they loved eachother and didn't want to spend anymore time away.

ginny always left from hogwarts before harry. harry knew going to hogwarts was not easy for ginny, it wasn't for harry too.

they both frequently had nightmares. someday, harry would wake up covered in sweat, shivering and ginny would wishper smoothing words to him, making him realise that it was just a dream. the problem was that harry didn't know what was happening to ginny, she never screamed or yelled, she would just hug herself in sleep and if she woke up she would go and take a shower.

for the first few weeks after moving in together, harry didn't even know ginny had nightmares. he came to know about it when one day he woke up and didn't find ginny by his side. he panicked, and started searching for her. hearing harry's shouts, ginny came out of shower and simply said "sorry harry, i had a nightmare"

harry asked if she wanted to talk about it but she just replied "it's past. let's let it be like that. it doesn't matter" harry could understand that she wasn't ready to talk about those things so he didn't push her much.

but going to hogwarts to help everyday was, in a way, pushing harry away from her. she was quieter than usual, her smiles never reached her eyes, she would crack jokes around friends and family though, even her laugh was starting to sound like a plea for help to harry.

harry went to check their bedroom, and found ginny sitting on the sofa, reading- no staring at a magazine. he sat beside her.

"ginny, i just called your name, didn't you hear it?"

ginny still didn't reply. harry waved his wand in front of her eyes and she broke out of the trance.

"umm hey. sorry i didn't see you coming. i will set our dinner" she stood up to leave but harry caught her by her wrist.

"ginny what's going on? i gave you enough space. i know you are having nightmares almost every night, at least tell me about them. i tell you mine, why can't you tell me yours?"

ginny was shocked, she had tried her best not to let harry know about those dreams. she didn't want to add on to his worries, he had enough on his plate.

"harry, you faced voldemort, died and came back to life. your worries, nightmares, they are more serious and intense. don't compare them with my silly ones. and i don't see them everyday, it only happens when i am too tired. so don't worry and come let's eat"

she tried to free her wrist from harry however he stood up, pulling her to his chest. he said, grinding his teeth, "never. ever. call. your. nightmares. silly."

harry was fuming with anger. he eyes were cold and face was completely blank now. ginny had never seen harry this angry.

"harry stop. forget this. let's go, have dinner." she moved away from him, but harry pulled her again by her arms.

"HAVING YOU FUCKING LOST YOUR SENSES? here i am talking about your nightmares, which are hurting you, changing you, and you want to have dinner? if you don't trust me enough to share your problems, then atleast talk with someone else. you-"

ginny pushed harry a bit "JUST STOP. WILL YOU? IT'S NOT ABOUT TRUST. YOU KNOW IT! I JUST DON'T WANT TO TALK"

harry moved towards her, giving her a mocking smile, "oh really then what is it about?" when she didn't reply, he kept moving towards her till her back touched the wall behind. ginny mumbled, "it's not about trust, that's all you need to know"

once again, she tried to move away, this time harry pinned both her hands above her head and stated in a dangerously calm voice, "stop pushing me away, darling. when i want to know something, i won't stop till i know it, you know it well, don't you?"

ginny wasn't a girl who would just back down. she tip-toed, licking harry's earlobe, breathed to his ears "sweetheart, when i don't want to share something, no matter what happens, i won't, and YOU know that well, don't you?"

harry didn't think ginny would do that, it took him by surprise but he recovered soon.

"we'll see. you know some days, you're the only thing i know. only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold"

now it was Harry's turn to make ginny shiver, he leaned in and crushed his lips on hers. he wasn't surprised at all when ginny started kissing him back. he knew she was thinking that this would district him. how wrong she was!

harry pulled back abruptly. he held ginny's pinned hands with one hand as she wasn't resisting him anymore and brought the thumb of other hand to her lips.

"sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed. don't know if you love me or you want me dead-'

"HARRY! what-"

harry stopped her by slowly moving his thumb into her mouth.

"everytime i ask about your nightmares, you either lash out on me or you push me away. then you come to me the next morning to apologise."

ginny wasn't sure where harry was going with all this, one moment he was kissing her and the next moment he was talking about her nightmares. presently he was playing her hair.

"gin, you say you trust me, you love me, but i am starting to think it's a lie-"

"i do love you harry. i trust you more than myself-"

"again a lie. and yet every little lie gives me butterflies. something in the way you're look at me, makes me feel as if i don't know if i'm gonna make it out alive. sometimes you're looking at me like you don't know who I am. that feels like my heart is my hand, yet beating"

harry knew he was using her emotions against her. but it was the only way he could persuade her to talk. he started kissing her neck, sucking it and biting it. these were gonna leave marks for sure.

ginny moaned and closed her eyes. she was starting to understand what Harry was doing.

"harry now you are playing a dirty game"

harry didn't stop and mummered to her neck, "some days, you're the best thing in my life – *kiss* – sometimes when I look at you, i see my wife – *suck* – then you turn into somebody i don't know – *bite* – and you push me away"

ginny couldn't decide if she wanted him to stop or not.

harry cupped her face with both hands. he could see she was one step away from either hexing him or telling him everything.

"ginny i am not the one playing a dirty game. you fight so dirty, you expect me to open up when you aren't doing the same. your love's so sweet, it's my everything. you talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth, and i don't mind i get hurt while reaching to your heart. when the late night devil, my nightmares haunt me, you put your hands on me. let me do the same to you. let me comfort you. i want to spend my whole life with you, but if you don't trust me, if i am not your source of comfort, like you are mine, then i will let you go."

there goes the last stroke of harry's emotional blackmail.

ginny didn't think harry thought was so much about her, about them, about their relationship. if she wanted to save their relationship, she will have to do this.

"fine. i will tell you about my nightmares, and about everything that happened last year"

——— •°♥°• ———

hope you all like it!👀✌️

Harry couldn’t sleep.

No matter how much he tried, he would always scream himself awake, sobbing and gasping for breath as the faces of all of his friends, now dead and buried, flashed before his eyes.

One night, when his nightmares woke him up once more, he apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place. He hadn’t been back yet since the war had ended, over a year ago, and he didn’t know why he had decided to go back now. He turned away, already regretting his decision, but something in him wouldn’t let him leave. 

When Harry entered the house, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. All of the memories rushed at him, threatening to drown him, and it was all he could do not to fall to the ground and cry until he died.

He moved down the corridor slowly, trailing a hand along the dusty wall in an effort to ground himself to the present. Here, this is where he saw Sirius for the first time after being rescued from the Dursleys in fifth year. This is where he and the Weasley children had eavesdropped on the Order Meeting. This is where Crookshanks ate the Extended Ear.

Harry found himself smiling. Even when he tripped over an umbrella stand and landed flat on his face on the ground, he didn’t mind, because he remembered Tonks doing the exact same thing. He stood up, dusting himself off, and was about to explore the house more when he heard someone cough quietly next to him.

Startled, he whipped around, already reaching for his wand, but he stopped when he saw who it was. Walburga Black gazed at him with sharp eyes, but there was a new grief in them that he had never seen before.

“He’s dead, isn’t he.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. Harry frowned, not quite understanding who she was talking about. “Sirius. He’s dead.”

Harry drew in a sharp breath, trying to ease the pain in his heart, and jerkily nodded his head. Walburga smiled sadly.

“I thought so.”

There was silence after that, the two of them staring at each other, lost in their grief.

“Did you hate him?” Harry asked suddenly. “Sirius, I mean. Did you really hate him?”

Walburga shook her head. “Of course not! He was my son! I loved him just as much as I loved his brother.”

“You never showed it.”

She sighed heavily, the weight of three lifetimes seeming to weigh heavily on her shoulders. “I know. I wanted him to leave the house. It wasn’t safe for him here anymore - he was so vocal about what he believed in, and if he had stayed, he would have died for that.”

Harry studied her intently, looking for any sign that she may have been lying, but found none. He nodded, once, before turning on his heel and striding back towards the front door, not even bothering the close the curtains of the portrait behind him. Just before he left, he heard Walburga call out. “Will you be back? It was lovely, talking to you.”

Harry didn’t respond. But, a few weeks later, when he returned to Grimmauld Place, he woke the portrait up and talked to her.

It became a ritual. Harry would tell her everything, and she would listen, comforting him as he finally broke down over all of the people who had died to take down Voldemort.

When he and Ginny got engaged, the first person that he told was Walburga, smiling brightly in a way that he hadn’t for years. She smiled with him.

When Ginny got sick, and the doctors said that she was most likely going to die, it was Walburga that Harry sought comfort in. She murmured soothing words to him as he sobbed, pulling his hair in anger at the unfairness of it all.

Harry: Malfoy

Draco: What?

Harry: *stroking Draco’s hair who is laying in his lap* I think I love you

Draco: Stop saying stupid fucking nonsense, Potter

Harry: *stops stroking Draco’s hair*

Draco: Did I tell you to stop playing with my hair?

Harry: Right- No! Sorry- Sorry