Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling are Stephenie Meyer so there is sadly no way Harry Potter or Twilight is mine…

Placing: After the war in Harry Potter – and also after the final battle in Twilight

Warning: Definitely AU – even if I didn't change anything in any of the stories. It's just a silly little plot-bunny I fell for after re-reading the first Twilight book and writing Harry Potter fan-fiction…

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To Confirm That a Soul's Still Present…

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"Harry James Potter!"

Harry cringed and stopped in his track.

That sounded like Ginny – and she didn't sound happy with him.

"Don't you dare to play dead with me, Mr. Potter!"

Scratch that. She sounded absolutely pissed with him.

"Er… hi Ginny… I'm home…?" Harry said hesitatingly.

"Oh, are you?" Ginny's voice answered sarcastically. "And where were you before now?"

"Er…" Harry hesitated. "The psychiatrist you wanted me to go to?" He finally exclaimed cautiously.

"Oh, were you? Truly?" Ginny said, her voice suggesting that she knew more than she let on.

Harry gulped.

"Er… I… I might have made another stop before coming back home," he finally relented.

"Another stop, where?" she asked.

Harry looked to the left.

Nope, no children that came to his rescue.

He looked to the right.

Also empty.

"Don't bother. James, Lily and Albus are at Ron's at the moment," Ginny said.

That was the moment Harry knew, he was screwed.

"Er… look," he finally said, figuring there was no way to stop her from knowing. "There was this vampire… and he obviously needed help –"

"Obviously," Ginny drawled. "Especially considering that people go to psychiatrists to get help when they have mental problems they can't solve for themselves – like blatant heroism." Harry could hear the sarcasm in her voice.

"Er… yes… well," he continued hesitatingly, then the Gryffindor in him showed its colours and he continued more strongly. "Anyway," he said. "That guy had a problem I could actually solve quite quickly, and so I thought 'why not?' and then decided to come along just in case he couldn't find the dementors without any help –"

"And why would he have to search for dementors in the first place?" Ginny asked with gritted teeth.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

"The poor guy thought that he had somehow lost his soul," he said. "What else is there to prove that he is wrong?"

Silence.

"So," Ginny sighed after at least two seconds of absolute silence. "Let me get this straight. You escaped your appointment with the psychiatrist, returned to England and went to Azkaban of all places – just to prove that some nutter vampire still has a soul?!"

"Er… when you put it that way it definitely sounds a little bit crazy," Harry uttered nervously. "But, yes, that was the gist of all…"

He stopped, then plunged on hesitatingly.

"And… and my plan wasn't as idiotic as you make it out to be!"

Ginny just stared at him coolly.

"That man was going to the shrink because he has mental problems," she stated bluntly.

Harry gulped again.

"Don't you think that there might have been a reason why he was there in the first place?" she continued.

"Yeah, well… I solved that problem," Harry answered stubbornly.

Ginny just stared at him in return.

Harry nervously shifted from one feet to the other.

"Er… maybe I… maybe I should have let the professional handle him?" he finally suggested to his wife.

The glare didn't waver.

"But the shrink would needed month to get him to the point a single meeting with dementors could get him within seconds! It's not that I did endanger his life by bringing him there and leaving him at their mercy! I came with him to protect him, after all!"

"And what do you plan to do next?!" Ginny exclaimed exasperated when she hear that explanation.

"Er…" Harry thought about that question earnestly. "Maybe I go to Afghanistan and rescue millionaires from their kidnappers?" he finally suggested.

Ginny stared at him.

Her eyes hard, her mouth a thin line. Then her right hand pointed harshly at the couch.

"Your new place to sleep," she said.

Harry stared at said furniture with visible dread on his face.

"The couch? Really?!" he asked horrified. "Ginny! It wasn't that bad! Unlike last time I didn't release a green skinned manlike monster with anger management issues on San Francisco!"

The answer was an even more pronounced stabbing motion. It seemed as if Harry's last exclamation hadn't dulled Ginny's wrath at all.

Harry couldn't fathom why.

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Well, that's it. Just another silly little plot-bunny I couldn't get rid of, so I decided to write it down.

I hope you liked it.

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