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I DID IT!!! IT'S FINISHED!!! The final chapter of the Red Fury is now out! A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who read this fic and supported me along the journey. It feels like a crazy accomplishment to get 20 chapters and 131k words out and shared with this amazing community. Read the complete story on AO3!
Chapter 19: The Death of Red Fury
“Well,” he drawled, stepping away from the cauldron with a delighted little laugh. “I must say, I did not expect you to willingly walk into my clutches. First your husband, and now you. Accept my congratulations on such a compatible match.”
Harry’s stomach twisted. Ginny’s arrival had not unsettled the man in the slightest. If anything, he seemed even more self-assured of his victory.
Ginny’s wand lifted. “Let him go, and I will spare your life.”
Crouch’s brows rose. “I might have believed you capable of murder if I didn’t know who you are, Mrs Potter.” His pale eyes ran over her, keen and ugly with recognition. “The Red Fury. You have no idea what a nuisance you’ve been.”
Harry fought the ropes again, trying to get one hand free, trying to get enough leverage to tip the chair, to do anything useful at all.
Crouch barely seemed to notice him now.
“The sanctimonious bitch who has been a thorn in my side these last two years,” Crouch spat with a flicker of hatred, holding his wand higher.
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Chapter 15: A Grim Old Place
“Thank you,” Lily said at last.
“For what?” Ginny asked, blinking with surprise.
“For bringing my son home,” Lily answered simply.
Ginny shook her head. “He wouldn’t even have been in any danger if it weren’t for me.”
“He’s James’s son. He would have found another way to be in trouble.” Lily took a sip, still watching Ginny over the rim of her porcelain cup. “And he told me how you put your life in danger to find my—your—ring.”
“Which wouldn’t have been missing if I hadn’t stolen it from Harry,” Ginny quickly pointed out, still puzzled as to why this woman wasn’t angrier. “And—I, er, couldn’t find any of the rest of your jewels.”
Lily waved away her regret. “They weren’t important. I am rather attached to that ring, though.” Her eyes focused on Ginny’s hand as she spoke. “James had it made specifically for me. He didn’t want to gift me an old heirloom.”
Out of habit, Ginny’s finger brushed against the gold on the inside of her knuckle.
“Do you…want to see it?”
And before Lily could respond, Ginny took the ring off and placed it in front of her.
Lily didn’t reach for it at once. She set two fingertips lightly on the gold, tracing the curve of the band.
“Do you want it back?” Ginny asked, the words out before she could stop them. “I—erm, after all, it’s yours.”
Lily looked up, surprised, almost amused. “It used to be mine,” she corrected gently. “Now it’s yours.” She turned the band so the inside caught the light. “May I?”
Ginny nodded.
Lily angled the ring toward the lantern. The inscription flashed—fine letters that Ginny knew by heart. For a heartbeat, Lily stilled.
Then she smiled, soft and a bit surprised.
“Well,” she whispered. “That’s… new.”
Ginny felt heat crawling up her cheeks. “It changed,” she admitted. “I don’t exactly know when, but I saw it when I found it in the cave. I thought I’d imagined it. But it’s been like that ever since.”
Lily’s thumb stroked the inner rim. “Magic has a way of telling the truth before we’re ready to say it aloud.”
Ginny’s heart thudded once, hard. “If you want me to wear something… different,” she began, stumbling, “I can. I don’t mean to—”
Lily shook her head, still smiling. “No. This is exactly right.” She slid the ring back across the table and waited while Ginny fitted it onto her finger, where it settled as if it had never left. “James was quick to fall in love, too,” she added, almost conversationally, but her eyes were knowing. “Quicker than I was, certainly.”
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Chapter 14: Illegal Transportation
It was supposed to be the height of summer in Lisbon, but somehow, the heat felt wrong to Ginny. It was lighter, more airy, compared to Bombay. She would sweat, yes, but rarely did the fabric cling to her skin like adhesive.
Their ship groaned, approaching a lonely strip of beach that Sirius had assured them by owl would be safe enough for them to disembark on. Ginny scanned the line of sand with apprehension, but seagulls seemed to be their only companions.
“Careful,” Harry said quietly, offering a hand as the plank dipped. She took it and stepped down onto the shore, the heel of her boot sinking into the sand. The sun was still high, though the light felt different from Bombay—flatter, more yellow than gold. Home tugged at her, sharp as a stitch in her side.
“Owner of the tavern knows our faces,” Harry added, nodding inland toward a jumble of run-down buildings. “Sirius said to meet there. He’ll find us.”
“Are you sure we should simply be walking into a tavern full of locals? We’d stick out, and I don’t know how infamous we are in Portugal,” Ron asked, his eyebrow twitching with doubt, “But I don’t feel comfortable taking the chance.”
“We aren’t the only criminals in this part of town—we don’t have to worry.”
Ron’s shoulders relaxed at Harry’s words. He offered Hermione his arm, who had taken it upon herself to hold all their belongings in her enchanted bag, and led them away from the beach.
Ginny turned to take one last look at their ship—the only reminder she had of her home in this strange, foreign place—and began to follow closely behind Harry. Read on AO3
Chapter 12: The Woman in Pink
In the centre of the room, illuminated by a lantern overhead, was Ginny.
She was slumped in a chair, wrists bound, head tilted to one side. Her hair clung to her face with sweat and blood. Her lips were cracked, and her breathing was shallow, but she was alive.
Standing a few feet away was a short, stout woman in pink. She wore a soft pink blouse and fuchsia skirt that did little to hide her flabby figure. Her brown hair was held together with a black, velvety bow, and there were an unreasonable number of rings on her stubby fingers.
“Let’s try again, shall we?”
Her syrupy voice was high-pitched and breathless, her tone dripping with concealed cruelty.
“I just need a few names, dear. Tell me who’s helped you. You cannot have been running a pirate operation against the Ministry on your own. Why put yourself through so much pain and suffering for a handful of vermin?”
Ginny barely stirred in her chair. Her pale face was covered in bruises, as if she’d been smacked repeatedly. A dark bruise bloomed above her collarbone, where her shirt had been ripped open. Harry’s gut twisted with fury.
Umbridge moved closer to Ginny, wand gliding gently along her arm like a caress. “You’re so stubborn,” she whispered. “And for what? A crew of unwashed, half-trained wretches? Smugglers. Thieves. Traitors. If you just give me their names, I’ll make this all go away.”
Ginny lifted her head slightly, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. “Go... to hell.”
“Tsk, tsk,” Umbridge said, as though disappointed in a particularly dense child. “But you’re English, dear. Don’t you see? I’m only trying to help you. It’s not you they want. You’re salvageable. All I need is a little cooperation. The names of the crew. A bit of dirty blood to sacrifice in your stead. Surely, these filthy mongrels aren’t worth your life.”
Ginny’s voice was little more than a rasp. “I’d rather drown in my own blood.” Read more on AO3.
A Sneak Peek from Chapter 15
From the shadow beyond the hearth came a soft clearing of a throat.
Ginny’s wand hand twitched, but Harry was even faster—pulling his wand out in one swift move. However, his arm was quick to fall to his side when a woman stepped out of the dark and into the light.
Auburn hair, a long, distinct nose, and very familiar green eyes—but Ginny didn’t need the physical similarities to confirm that this woman was her mother-in-law. No, it was the way Harry’s shoulders sagged with relief and a kind of comfort that could only be felt with one’s mother.
“Mum,” Harry breathed, and then he wasn’t beside Ginny anymore. He crossed the room in three steps and caught his mother like a man who had been running toward this moment for days without letting himself admit it.
Lily folded him in, both arms hard around his back, one hand sliding into his hair, perhaps to offer him comfort, or maybe to seek some of her own. After a moment, her grim expression slowly gave way to a soft smile.
Ginny stood rooted to her spot, her pulse quickened, making her aware of how nervous she truly was. She tried to arrange her face into something presentable. Respectful. Ready for frost, if frost was coming.
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Chapter 10: The Fog of War Harry and Ginny grow closer than ever. The day of the heist arrives, bringing unforeseen hurdles. Excerpt:
“We went for a hike.”
“We were visiting a friend.”
Harry and Ginny spoke together. When she realised their mistake, she had to hold herself back from biting her tongue.
Hermione blinked, looking between the two of them.
Ron squinted suspiciously. “So… which is it?”
Ginny’s lips parted, but Harry stepped in, too quickly. “No. I meant that we were visiting Ginny’s friend last night, and then the weather was nice, so we thought we’d take a hike in the hills.”
But his lie would have convinced no one.
Ron’s eyes narrowed further, and he looked confused. “You visited a friend at night and then went on a hike? In the middle of the night?”
“It was a long hike?” Harry offered weakly. Merlin, he was a bloody Auror, how could he be such a terrible liar?
“Alright then,” Ron said with a dramatic roll of his eyes, “Just say you needed a night off to get your end away or whatever else newly married couples get up to.”
Ginny gawked at him. “Ron!”
Ron just smirked. “Come on, Gin, we’re not daft. You disappear overnight, return looking like you’ve both wrestled a Hungarian Horntail, and now you’re tripping over unrehearsed alibis.”
“We were not—” Ginny began hotly, but was cut off by Hermione.
“Honestly, it’s alright. We’re glad you're safe. Just let us know next time so we’re not worried that you’ve been captured by pirates, that’s all.”
Harry’s ears had gone red, and Ginny could barely meet his eye, especially after the morning they’d had. Read more on AO3.
