The Amplitude, Frequency and Resistance of the Soul Bond

Part Three: The Amplitude of the Soul Bond

Book Three: Bad Vibrations

Chapter Twenty-three: The view from behind

Luggage?

Check.

Broomstick?

We've been through this Harry.

Box of inappropriate jokes for the rest of the year?

Keep this up Harry and I'll shove you inside that box for the rest of the year.

Obligatory death threat from Ginny?

…

Check!

"F- Ow, cut it out Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder as he glowered at her.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry as she ran forward, disappearing through the solid brick wall at King's Cross Station. Harry felt her irritation t him fade as they saw the brilliant red of the Hogwart's Express, piercing through the dull gray clouds of smoke that puffed out of the train.

Occasionally the train puffed out a smoke ring.

Are you going to run through the barrier too, or just examine everything through me?

I'm getting to it Ginny…

Harry made sure Hedwig was resting comfortably on his trolley, pushing his fingers through the bars and giving her beak a little scratch. Hedwig hooted happily in response.

Hey, I just had an idea.

Harry! Please, we're going to be late for the train.

No, but just, listen. Like, what if, I only half stood in the brick wall.

…

I had like one eyeball in the muggle side, and one eyeball in the magic side.

…

Wouldn't that be sweet?

…

Or like, imagine if you made out with someone through the wall and the muggles just thought you were really passionate about architecture and –Hey! Stop moving my body!

Harry felt Ginny's presence take over his legs, and envelop his arms in her vibrating warmth. Unable to control his own body, he felt himself gripping the trolley and pushing it forward through the mystical wall.

"Good, good you're here Harry," Molly Weasley said hurriedly. She was frantically altering between glancing at the train, the time on the clock and Harry.

"The train's going to leave any minute now," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "Hurry and get on with Ginny, dear."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, smiling at her, before pushing forwards.

"Oh, and one more thing, you too," Molly said suddenly, causing them to look back behind them.

"I don't want to hear any funny business about you two this year, ok?"

Harry felt Ginny mentally groan as she had to listen to her mother lecture them.

"It's ok Mrs. Weasley. We'll try not to get into anything dangerous again this year-"

"No, no, not that Harry, dear. I'm talking about you two, doing funny stuff together," Molly corrected firmly, eyeing the two of them.

Oh.

Merlin.

The chord connecting Harry and Ginny exploded in a flurry of new, embarrassing emotions, vibrating and strumming with a combination of fascination and trepidation.

"Because, I will be absolutely furious if I get a letter from anyone saying you two have been doing snything funny," Molly continuing, staring eerily intently at the two of them.

"And, if say, for example, I got a letter saying you had proposed to Ginny for some reason Harry, I would be very, very furious."

"Mum!"

"Ah, oh gosh Mrs. Weasley, I don't think you should worry about that-"

"And, if say, I heard that I would be having grandkids at the end of this year, I would be absolutely delighted- I mean horrified at you two-"

"OK BYE MUM!"

Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and yanked him away, running away from her mother before things got any worse.

"Remember to not use protection- I mean, to use protection!"

Yep. Things just got worse.

The two of them jumped onto the train, both red in the face, and not from the exercise.

Umm.

So…

"How about-" They stared at the same time. They mad eye contact, piercing emerald green to chocolate brown, before blushing again and glancing away.

I'll drag the luggage in, you go find a compartment.

Deal.

So as Harry began dragging the luggage onto the train, he half zoned out in Ginny's mind, allowing himself to watch as she searched for familiar faces in the train cabins.

Oh hey it's Dean and Seamus!

Euh, Dean.

Fine then, moving on.

"Hey guys," Ginny said tiredly to Ron and Hermione as she found their compartment. Ron yawned back a response. None of the Weasleys were overly good at morning.

"Morning Ginny," Hermione said cheerfully, pulling her eyes away from a fun looking fantasy book. "Where's Harry."

Carrying all your shiz. How much does all your freaking make up weigh!

I don't wear make up!

...

…Alright, I don't wear much.

"Um, Ginny?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Hmm? Oh, right," Ginny said quickly, a slight red tinge on her cheeks. "He's just helping put the luggage away while I found a compartment for us.

"But how will he know which compartment you found?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Umm…"

Harry! Help!

Hah, Hah, me carry luggage, you do talk.

Uh, useless.

"Hey Ron, I have some food," Ginny said suddenly, fishing out a bag of bertie bott beans from her pocket.

"Wazzat, food?" Ron said, his eyes, sharpening suddenly.

"Honestly Ronald, that's what wakes you up?" Hermione said disapprovingly, tutting her tongue. Her earlier question all but forgotten.

Ginny sighed in relief and slumped down into a spare spot, in the cabin. She could hear the train whistle, and the seats begun a resonating rhythmical rumbling as the wheels began to roll.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked Ginny, mirroring Hermione's earlier question.

Damn, I thought we were done with this.

"Here he is!" Harry exclaimed, bursting through the cabin door. Hedwig was perched on his shoulder, and he was lugging Ginny's trunk behind him, with his broomstick atop of it.

"Where's the rest of your stuff?" Hermione asked Harry.

"Too hard to drag it all around. I got some help along the way," Harry said, flashing a proud smile.

"Help?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Here's your stuff, Harry Potter Sir," a ragtag group of first years said eagerly, dragging the remaining items into the cabin.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, while Ron just chuckled.

"Ah, right, sorry about that Hermione," Harry admitted abashedly, before turning to the first year. "None of that 'sir' business, ok!" He said sternly, eyeing them. "I go by Potterman these days."

"Woahh, cool," The first years said in awe. "Just like Superman," one of them said in adoration.

"Right, here's your payment for helping me," Harry said, reaching into his trunk and pulling out some scrap paper. He scribbled off his signature onto separate pieces and then handed them out to the children.

"Bye Potterman!" The children shouted before running off, laughing with each other.

Harry sat down beside Ginny, sighing with relief as he felt the soft cushioning support him. He closed his eyes so that he didn't have to stare into Hermione's punishing glare.

"I'm a prefect now Harry. You know I can't just let this kind of behaviour slide," she said. She didn't say it in a bossy way however, more so just warning Harry.

"True," Harry remarked, "But somehow, despite all odds, Ron's also a prefect."

"Hey, sod off mate."

"And so any points you take off for thinking that something's wrong, he'll just give back to me thinking that it's awesome."

"Heh, too bloody right mate."

Hermione just rolled her eyes, but a small smile escaped her lips nevertheless.

"So, what made you guys pick the cabin at the very back of the train?" Harry asked, emphasising the 'very'.

"It's where the cool kids sit," Ron replied, propping his feet up on the seat opposite him.

"Right," Hermione replied, nudging her shoulder into Ron, who in turn lost his balance, and tumbled awkwardly onto his side. "I chose it because the window has a pretty view of what's behind us."

She is right, the train tracks do look kind of pretty.

All the plains remind me of the Burrow too.

Ah, such a nice day too.

So sunny.

Not a cloud in the sky.

I want to see Ginny in her bathing suit again.

What?

What?

No, I said what?

No, I did.

What?

What?

Eventually, Ron managed to drag Hermione out of her books long enough for the group of them to all play a game.

Harry had cards.

Ron had wizard cards.

"Why does there always have to be magical variant of absolutely everything!" Harry complained, sulking in the corner.

"How else would you know what hand you played?" Ron asked, as he threw down a pair of two's.

"A pair of two's!" The cards announced loudly as they hit the table. The voice resonated like a sports commentator at a Quidditch game.

"A pair of two's" Harry mimicked, grumbling to himself in the corner. He stood up, thinking he might leave and grab some lunch from the food lady. It was getting near lunch time after all.

Yes please.

I didn't ask yet.

But you were going to, right?

…Yeah.

Then, yes please.

"Anyone else want any food from the food trolley?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione.

"Perhaps some pumpkin juice, if they have some," Hermione asked nicely.

"One of everything," Ron grunted, absorbed in the cards in his hand.

"And a block of honeydukes chocolate for Ginny. Right, I'll be back."

Harry closed the cabin door and began walking down the train corridor. Through Ginny, he heard Hermione ask:

"How did Harry know what you wanted?"

Harry chuckled to himself as Ginny strained out an answer. He continued walking down the train, peering out through the windows as he did so. Clouds were beginning to roll in as the afternoon wore steadily onwards.

It doesn't quite look like it's going to rain.

I hope it doesn't, or the first years will get drenched in the boats.

…I hope it does rain.

Harry!

Kidding! I'm kidding!

Harry continued to walk, not spotting the food trolley anyway. It wasn't until he reached the front of the train that he finally saw the famous food lady, taking a rest and chatting with the conductor.

He also saw a really fine looking bum.

Not on the food lady obviously.

"Ow f-" Harry exclaimed.

Stop making me hit myself Ginny!

Stop staring at Cho's bum you pervert.

I am not, a pervert!

….

I'm just perverted. Two very different things.

Oh you're so full of yourself.

"Harry, are you alright?" Harry glanced up, and saw Cho staring at him, a slightly concerned look on her face.

"Oh, ah, yeah, I'm good."

"Why are you pinching yourself?"

"Oh, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Oh, well, yeah, I guess I kind of am."

Bugger off Ginny!

Stop staring at her chest!

I can't help it. They've grown!

And what, mine haven't.

What?

What?

No, I said what?

No, I did.

What?

What?

"Your boobs have grown" Harry blurted out.

"What?" Cho exclaimed.

"What?"

"No, I said what?"

"No, I did."

"What?"

"What?

"Anyway Harry," Cho said, steering the conversation thankfully away from the current progression. "I just wanted to say thanks for everything you did last year. I never got to say thank you properly before the year ended."

"Ah, no, it was nothing," Harry muttered, reaching up and scratching the back of his head shyly.

"It wasn't nothing," Cho replied, leaning forwards slightly. Her raven black hair fell forwards past her face, swinging lithely forwards, sheening with a mysterious gleen in the flickering light of the rocking train. The plume of her chest because more visible as her shirt slipped forwards. Harry tried to evert his eyes.

He really tried.

But he didn't.

"So- thanks," Cho said meekly, before reaching forwards and kissing Harry quickly on the cheek. She giggled slightly as Harry blushed.

"Don't tell Ginny I did that," Cho said amidst her pretty giggling, "she'll get angry at you."

"Ha ha, yeah," Harry said slowly, a forced smile on his face, and a throbbing, raw, violent hammering erupting through the chord. "She would be angry, wouldn't she?"

Harry James Potter. You can go f-

"Ahahahaha," Harry fake laughed, scratching the back of his head again, but this time, not shyly, but apprehensively.

"Er, right," Cho said cautiously. Getting a bit weirded out by Harry's behaviour, she glanced to the side and out the windows.

"It's getting pretty overcast, isn't it," Cho commented.

-And the absolute shite I have to put up with day after day around you and you think that you can just do whatever you want and that there won't be any consequences because you have your head that far stuck up you're a-

"Ahahahaha, yeah," Harry replied, still scratching the back of his head.

-I don't know what I expected from you but obviously I shouldn't have expected anything from someone with a-

"Huh, that's weird… are those people," Cho commented, glancing out the window.

"Ahaha… wait a moment." Harry narrowed his eyes and stared out the window. There was a cloud of dark shapes soaring ominously through the darkened sky. Looking closer, they were people riding on broomsticks. They shot towards the train, half of them branching out towards the back of the train to where-

Ginny get down!

Harry tore himself through the chord, wrenching himself into Ginny's body. He leapt forwards from the soft cushions sheet she was seated in towards Ron and Hermione, who had their back to the window facing behind the train. The two stared up at her as Ginny's hands grasped their arms, trying to pull them upwards. Their faces mirrored expressions of shock and confusion just moments before the glass window exploded.

Ginny was thrown backwards and Harry felt himself being thrusted out of her mind and back into his own body.

Ginny, I'm coming. Grab Ron and Hermione, get yourself towards me.

Ron was sporting a spattering of glass cuts slicing up the side of his arm and shoulder. His body had spared Hermione from the worst of her injuries, but even she had a bleeding gash dragging crimson blood down her jaw. Ginny couldn't see the extent of her own injuries, but the way Ron was staring at her made her realize she must be pretty bad off.

"Wands out, we need to find Harry," Ginny shouted, ordering Ron and Hermione who were still shell-shocked. Hearing Ginny's words snapped their eyes into focus however. Within moments they were on their feet, wands in hand and facing the broken window.

"The windows not big enough for them to fly through," Hermione said thankfully, eyeing the black cloaked death eaters on broomsticks floating outside.

It wasn't Ginny that realized what was happening next, but Harry. However, being able to hear his every thought had the benefit of Ginny realizing the moment Harry knew. Therefore, she was dragging Ron and Hermione backwards out of their cabin just moments before the whole carriage exploded. The chains connecting the final carriage to the train were ripped apart and the carriage flew off the rails, smashing through the grassy plains. There was now a gaping hold in the train easily big enough for the death eaters to soar through.

Harry, we need help!

I'm comin-

An explosion to the side of Harry caused him to fly off his feet, crashing into the side of the train. Cho landed heavily next to Harry, coughing as she struggled to get air back into her lungs. The food lady and the conductor had been knocked unconscious by the explosion, which has torn a large hole into the side of the train.

"Shit," Harry muttered under his breath. He slipped his wand out and pointed it at the newly made hole in the train. Three black cloacked death eaters swooped in, landing their brooms with ease on the train.

"Depulso!" Harry cried, whipping his wand in their direction. The blast struck one of the death eaters, causing him to fly backwards out of the train, crashing into the ground with sickening crunch.

"Run," Harry shouted, grabbing Cho's arm and yanking her upright.

Ginny was meanwhile doing the same with Ron and Hermione. Another three death eaters had entered from the back of the carriage and were advancing on the group of three.

Harry, we need you to help. I can't duel against death eaters.

Gritting his teeth, Harry once more dived into the chord, letting his very being pulse into Ginny. She gasped slightly as she felt him possess her body, and flood her limbs with his familiar warmth.

"Protego!" Harry cried.

… Damn, that was a girly voice.

I'm in your body, not mine. Listen. Do you want my help or not.

Just teasing.

Harry let most of his attention focus on Ginny as several blasts of ominous light stuck the feeble defence shield he had activated.

"Ron, bring down the roof," Harry ordered through Ginny.

As Ron aimed his wand at the roof and began tearing the supports apart Harry allowed some of his conscious to slide back to his original body. He was still running with Cho, but he felt her cry out suddenly and go limp in his hand. He glanced behind him and noticed a sizzling curse arching down her back.

Grunting, Harry kicked open the nearest compartment, simultaneously scaring the shit out of the occupants, and pushed the Asian girl in.

"Don't let her die," Harry ordered before slamming the cabin door shut again and looking out.

"I'm over here," Harry then shouted at the death eaters before launching three weak stunners at them and turning around to escape.

Ginny-

I'm on it.

Harry shivered as Ginny's warmth flooded through his body, enveloping and embracing him. His legs took off on their own, and Ginny helped Harry run.

Ron cast one more bludgeoning curse and the roof of the next carriage fell down on the three death eaters. One of them was struck heavily across the forehead, and rolled backwards out of the train, smashing onto the steel train tracks.

The other two death eaters avoided the debris however, and used the confusion of the falling roof to leap forwards. Ron stepped in front of Hermione before she could be targeted, and fell to the ground as he was hit with twin spells simultaneously.

"Ron!" Hermione cried. She leapt forwards and buried her hands under Ron's armpits and dragged him backwards as far as she could. The two death eaters were looming over Ginny, and Harry found himself beginning to panic. Even a one on one duel with a death eater was nearly impossible for their skill difference. Two on one? The chorded couple stood no chance.

"Lunalesiona," A familiar voice called out. Harry flinched through Ginny's body as he watched a crescent beam of light pierce through one of the death eaters. Blood spewed out of the man's chest before he collapsed to the ground.

"Sirius Black, you blood traitor," the last death eater snarled.

Harry sighed in relief at seeing his godfather dismount off his broomstick at the end of the train. The long haired man began duelling with the final death eater, a devious smile on his face. Harry pulled himself out from Ginny's mind, allowing his thoughts to trail back through the humming chord, and push himself back into his body.

"Ginny, stay where you are," Sirius ordered, as Ginny blinked twice, quickly regaining the feel of her body.

The two death eaters were still chasing Harry though. He was running down the corridor, casting hurried curses behind him as he ran, trying to put some distance between himself and his opponents. It wasn't working however, and Harry stumbled to the ground as he felt searing pain suddenly lance across his right leg.

"Harry!" Ginny cried, and ignoring Sirius's bark of concern, she turned around and ran down the train. The train was not as steady as it had been. The explosions were rocking the carriages back and forth, and luggage had fallen out from the higher storage compartments and now littered the ground. Ginny clambered over the suitcases, desperate to get herself to Harry.

Please, please, please let Harry be alright. I'm coming for you Harry.

Harry tried to pick himself off the ground, but the two death eaters were quickly closing in. He raised his wand to try to cast a final spell as twin jets of light seared towards him.

The whole train rocked once more as another explosion tore through the wall. A large portion of the metal train wall exploded inwards, intercepting the twin curses. The death eaters jumped back in surprise.

Remus Lupin tumbled into the train, his gray hair a dishevelled mess, but his wand raised and at the ready. He stepped forwards, and with his spare hand, hooked his fist around at the nearest death eater. There was a loud crunch as Harry heard the sound of at least one bone breaking in the death eater's face.

"Harry, stay where you are," Remus ordered. He twisted his body around and deflected an incoming curse from the other death eater, before returning a volley of his own. Harry grimaced. It was painful to weight-bear on his injured right leg. He didn't particularly feel like doing any moving as it was.

The death eater with broken jaw managed to slide past Remus however, and the werewolf had his hands full dealing with the remaining death eater.

Harry knew that he had to run, but his leg was in searing pain. He tried to stand, but found himself hobbling. The death eater was advancing quickly the whole time.

I am not letting some dark cloaked wanker hurt my boyfriend!

The transition was so smooth this time that Harry didn't even notice that his legs were out of his control until he was running down the corridor. Ginny had pervaded his mind, encompassing him with all she was. Her stubbornness tore through his pain, shredding it apart like a whimsical illusion.

Ginny continued to run through her body as she lent her conscious to Harry's as well. She spread herself apart, stretching her mind further than she had before, controlling two bodies with her own mind.

They were so close to each other. There was only a carriage separating the two of them.

Ginny!

Harry!

Harry's body was yanked to the ground as black hands grabbed at him. He tumbled to the ground, rolling, trying to escape. The searing pain in his leg returned, and Ginny once again flooded the chord with her sweet vibrations. She rolled Harry along the ground, kicking his feet into the death eaters gut and pushing backwards. The death eater and Harry switched sides, so that the black cloacked wizard stood between Harry and Ginny.

The wizard raised his was, bringing it down upon Harry when Ginny, still controlling both bodies, raised both wands.

"Reducto!" bellowed both of the teens. The spell erupted from in front and from behind the death eater. Both spells struck him, causing his spine to snap and bend in a gruesome direction, before collapsing to the ground.

Not wasting a moment, Ginny ran forward to Harry, practically leaping at him. Harry had his arms ready for her, and caught her as she collided with him. They held each other close in the middle of the destruction of the train.

Nothing will ever keep you from me Ginny.

I know Harry. I know.

They both closed their eyes as they held each other close. It felt like years since they had last held each other and felt the other's warmth creeping into their bodies. They felt together. The chord hummed between them. The vibration grew stronger, the amplitude increasing, the warmth growing louder.

"Avada Kedavra."

Green light illuminated their eyes, even as they remained close and held each other closely.

I love you Ginny.

I love you too Harry.

They held each other closely, waiting for one of them, or maybe both, to suddenly cease. For the warmth, the vibration, the constant noise in the back of their mind's, to suddenly die.

…

…

…

This is taking a while.

Harry peered his eyes open, and first noticing that he was still breathing, and that he could feel Ginny's chest rising as he held her close, he looked up just in time to see a seventh black cloaked man fall to the ground in a lifeless heap.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," a familiar voice sneered, "for the most sickening display of affection I have yet seen, Potter."

"S-Snape?" Harry exclaimed in surprise. The Potions professor eyed the two teens holding each other with undisguised disgust. The man slipped his wand away and flicked some of his long hair back behind his ear.

The professor swished his cloak behind him before facing away from them.

"Also, that was one of the worst displays of duelling I have seen," Snape added, continuing to criticise them. Snape paused, glancing out the window briefly.

"You will be attending weekly training sessions for the rest of the school year with me," Snape announced, ordering, more than proposing. He then walked away, his black cloak billowing out behind him as he left.

I…

I don't either…

"Harry! Ginny!" They turned around to see Sirius running towards them. He didn't slow down until he tumbled into the pair, causing them all to fall face first into the ground.

"Honestly Padfoot," Remus said, appearing behind them. He had a prominent bruise on his cheekbone, but appeared otherwise unscratched.

"Just checking that they're alright," Sirius replied, grinning up cheekily from the ground. "Heh, looks like someone landed a hit on you."

"Not everyone can be as incorrigibly lucky as you," Remus said, before muttering under his breath. "Like with the ladies." Sirius just grinned and laughed again.

"Wasn't this more fun than Jenga, Moony?"

Remus just rolled his eyes at his friend.

"It's time for damage control Padfoot. Let's go see if anyone is hurt," Remus said tiredly. Sirius groaned, but nevertheless picked himself up from the ground.

"Look after yourself kiddos," Sirius said, glancing at the two teens, "We'll be keeping an eye out, but even so…" He trailed off before transforming into his black grim-like hound and following Remus.

Harry and Ginny stayed slumped on the floor. Harry had his back leaning against one of the few remaining sturdy walls. Ginny was sitting on his lap, carefully avoiding his injured leg. Harry was wrapping his arms around her body, one hand resting on the small of her back, while the other was resting somewhere far more interesting.

Mmm. she's got a nice bum. I wonder if she'd mind if I gave it a squeeze… Better not test that.

I can hear you, y'know.

…shit.

Harry blushed, and made to remove his hand, but Ginny reached down, with her own hand and pushed Harry's hand firmly into her bum. She slipped into his mind, and controlling his fingers, gave her own bum a little squeeze. She giggled a bit at the feeling.

How was that, Harry.

!

Harry?

!

Ginny sighed, staring at Harry's flushed cheeks, wide eyes and slack mouth.

I think I broke him.

…

…

…way better than Cho's bum.

I don't know whether to slap you, or love you right now.

Who dat boi? O shit waddup it's Council.

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