You are viewing a story from

The Battle is Won, Now Comes the War by firsttimewriter7

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 12,988
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild violence, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Spoilers

Genres: General
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny
Pairings: Ron/Hermione

First Published: 12/29/2018
Last Chapter: 01/06/2019
Last Updated: 01/06/2019


This story will hopefully fill in what i think should happen with the characters from J.K. Rowling. I hope it does her justice to how I have written it.

Chapter 1: The Aftermath
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

For the first time in his life, he, Harry could feel the world and how free it seemed at last. It was like someone trapped at the depths of the ocean finally coming up for its first gulp of air in what seemed like an eternity. With this feeling Harry felt as though all his pressure to fulfill some unknown destiny was over and he could, for the first time in his life live it the way that he chose for himself. Then as though having his head plunged back into the water the realization of all those who he had fought with and those who had not survived came back to him and it was a sickness in his stomach like he’d never had before. One he thought might never be eased. All he knew was that everyone would be looking to him to be there in the light, to help explain what all had happened. Then he thought of those whom he was close with and the thought of having to be a part of burying them all. He knew even then that these next few weeks would be the hardest he’s ever had to overcome in his life. He realized the silence that had been brewing while he had this life altering realization, that maybe he should convey this to Ron and Hermione because surely they must feel the same way but before he could say anything he looked at the way they were looking around at the portraits who were still clapping and giving them all words of thanks and congratulations, with Phineas still going on and on about Slytherin and all they did to help win, they were holding hands smiling and seemed as though none of these thoughts had even come close to entering their mind. Then he realized that right now they were with each other, the people who knew exactly what the other was feeling and had experienced. That’s when Harry realized that’s what he needed more than anything, the one person who he could just sit and be with and have all his regrets and doubts and more importantly sorrow just melt away by her presence, but where was Ginny. Was she still sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by all those who were dead or was she perhaps looking for him and that very moment feeling the same way he himself was feeling.

“Should we be going now?” Said Harry.

“What? Oh Yeah, I guess.” Said Ron.

“Yes we should there must be a lot that we need to do.” Said Hermione as if the thought of moving dead bodies and comforting those who were grieving would be an enjoyable experience.

So they started the long walk from the office back down the stairs past the gargoyle, down the corridors. As they were still about 50 steps away from the great hall Harry saw it. The glowing light of red hair which found its way along the shoulder and face of the one person who’s company he longed for more than anyone else’s. He could tell that she still had tears in the corner of her eyes. At that moment Harry thought of Fred and wondered if she felt the same way as before or the fact that she might blame him for her loss much like he did in the bottom of his stomach. Just then they locked eyes and there was something in them that he had never seen before. It wasn’t love but more of a scared and unsure look. Ron met his sister and they embraced and he could see fresh tears develop where old ones had already fallen from. He continued to just stand there a little ways back from them. He saw Ginny whisper something, then they broke apart and Ron and Hermione continued down the stairs leaving just the two of them alone at last. He was looking directly in her eyes when he saw Ron glance back at them with an unsure look and started whispering to Hermione. But even that could not distract himself form the fact that there was only 10 feet of space from him to her where over the past year there had been hundreds of miles and much more than just air.

He took a step closer and she didn’t move or change her expression he was now just 7 feet away. He took another step and for a split second he felt all worry drift away, he was now just 5 feet away. One more step and he could then embrace her like he had longed for since the wedding all those many days before then. Now he was standing not 2 feet apart and he just looked down into her eyes and he felt this unusual sensation in his face it took him a moment to realize that it was a smile that had found its almost unnatural way across his face. He then tried to find some way of cutting through the tension that seemed to have formed in between them at that moment. So he said the first thing that popped into his head at that very moment.

You look good in all this dust and dirt. When he said those words he thought he saw what looked like a smile creep across her face but before it could stick it was as gone as quick as it had come. He knew then that something was wrong, maybe she could sense that he had realized this because at that moment she finally spoke.

“Harry we need to talk.”

“Alright, what is it?” Asked Harry.

It’s about us and everything I see in your eyes right now. Harry we can’t be what it is you want right now. I know that now is a bad time to deal with this but I don’t think there will be a good time in the foreseeable future.

“What do you mean? Why can’t we be together?” Asked Harry.

“Because Harry I’m not in the same mind set right now that I was. I have a lot of things to get through before I even think about that kind of thing. I have to get over the fact of how mad I am at you and the horrible feeling I have for feeling that way. I Hope you can understand that I just need time right now.”

“What??” “How much time are you talking about?” Asked Harry.

“I dunno, I don’t think there’s any way of knowing right now. I’m sorry Harry.”

Then in what seemed like an eternity he watched her walk away from him for all he knew could be for the last time. All his feelings seemed to explode and every emotion that had seemed to drift away at the sight of her was now pressing harder than ever on his heart and stomach. He felt woozy and faint and just sat down on the stairs. He knew that at that moment he could no longer be in the presence of all those people. So he started walking. Harry was again setting out, but this time he was alone. He had grown accustom to being alone all those years with the Dursley’s but that was before he felt the connection between him and Ginny. This was by far the most alone he’d ever been in his life. He kept walking through all the rubble and through the grounds finally at the old iron gate that marked the boundary of the grounds to the castle. He knew at that moment there was only one place he could go, only one place that he knew he could be alone as long as he wanted. He spun on that spot and Disapperated. When he opened his eyes and saw the familiar yet still unwelcoming door of his late god father’s home that for two and a half years has been in Harry’s possession. Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry walked across the lawn up to the door and paused for a moment, then turned the knob. At once he was surrounded by total darkness until the lamps upon the wall started to glow and gave a dim light upon the entrance hall. He then walked down the hall and after a few steps realized that the enchantment that had been put upon the house by Professor Moody seemed to have been removed. Then he realized why, he Harry had brought a death eater inside the houses protective charm and the death eaters must have found a way to remove it. How many of them had been inside? How many and snooped and searched this house? A house he didn’t ever really want but a house that none the less was the last thing his God Father had left him. He figured he ought to be careful though so he raised his wand and said “revelio”. Nothing happened which thankfully to Harry means that no one but he himself was there. He walk to the bottom of the stairs and had to make a decision, whether to try and find some bit of food that might still be there or go upstairs and find somewhere he might be able to sleep for the next week or so. Harry choose the latter realizing that any bit of food inside this house would not be edible for a human and he was too tired to try to transfigure anything. So he started the slow climb up the stairs. After a few steps Harry realized how heavy his legs seemed and how much his head was spinning. He made it to the second landing and there was the room that Ron and He and stayed in just 3 Years prior to then. Thinking of Ron and Hermione he had a feeling of guilt and decided to grudgingly continue to climb. Finally he came to a door that had Regulas Arcturus Black, (R.A.B.) the person who started the search for the horcruxes all those years ago. And next door was the room he should have known he’d choose. His God Fathers old room. He opened the door and realized that whoever had been inside the house had searched this room and it was in shambles. Harry looked at it for a moment and then pulled his want out for what he hoped was the last time for a while and cleared the bed of the layer of dust that had settled down since it had last been used. He admired his wand work for a moment then slowly laid back on the bed. He had barley put his glasses on the stand next to the bed, before he felt himself slowly drift into what he hoped was a long, long sleep.

Harry was then looking down and saw something shining from a great distance and then realized that it was water and not just any water it was a large black lake. He couldn’t understand how he was hovering that high off the ground, at that moment he felt a broomstick appear within his hands and felt it supporting his weight. He realized that after all this time being up on a broom still gave him a wonderful sensation. He started looking around unbelieving he was free in the clouds when a shape seemed to grow closer until it was clear who it was not what it was. It was Ginny and she too was on a broom she pulled up right in front of him smiling. Then she reached out gripped his broom and said, “You can’t fly right now. You and your broom aren’t in the same mind set.” Then she pulled it right from under him and he started falling towards the lake faster than anything he’d ever experienced. Seeing her laughing at him from hundreds of feet away as he fell screaming then plugging into the icy water. Then he came up for air and swam to the edge of the lake. He looked around and saw something striding over to him and he couldn’t believe what he saw. It was him, it was Voldemort striding towards him holding the Elder Wand laughing as he walked.

“No, it cannot be you, you are dead” said Harry.

Then he heard the high pitched laughed and then Voldemort answered, “You foolish boy, you cannot kill me, I who have now conquered death. I now am the owner of the elder wand and you will lose everything.”

“Nooo!” yelled Harry, he then started to run until he felt a cord wrap him up from foot to head, then spinning around in midair Voldemort came up to him laughing harder now.

“Do not worry Harry, I will not kill you now. No, I will hunt down everyone you claim to love and those who claim to love you and kill them one by one until you are begging for death.”. “So let’s see, we will start with the red haired girl and her entire family, yes that’s a good place to start. Then we will move on to the mud blood, who happily reminds me of your mother. The one who started us on this road all those years ago.”

“So let’s see… Yes,” and with a wave of Voldemort’s’ wand Ginny appeared. Not the one who had caused him to fall, or the one who he saw at Hogwarts crying, but the Ginny he spent hours sitting by the lake, and playing quidditch at the burrow, His Ginny.

“So Harry is there anything you’d like to say before she dies?” asked Voldemort

“Harry, what’s happening? why can’t I move? Harry please, please help me!” Yelled Ginny

“Ginny, Ginny I’m so sorry, I’ll save you I promise”, Harry yelled back. “That’s right Harry promise her, tell her that you, a boy with no real talent can save her when you can’t save anyone not even yourself.” Voldemort said laughingly.

“You see you silly girl the one person whom you’ve always held up and always thought would be there cannot help you or save you from me. So let us begin.” ‘Potter You pay attention I don’t want you to miss this, it will not be over quickly, and you will not enjoy this.” “Crucio” Voldemort cried.

“Nooo!” Please Stop Harry Yelled as Ginny’s yells and squeals and screams for Voldemort to stop, for Harry to save her. Begging Harry to help. Asking why he won’t save her whenever Voldemort would stop to prolong not only the physical torture but also mentally destroying Harry.

Then after what felt like hours when Voldemort had stopped for what must’ve been the 5th time Ginny spoke one more time. Not in a defiant tone, not in a painful tone, but into a tone that was full of complete defeat and total loss. “You’re right. Harry was never able to stop you. You truly are the only person who controls the world. Please just let me die. I never want to see him again.”

“HA!” proclaimed Voldemort. “If it is your wish, Avada Kedava!”

Then Harry felt his entire body go numb, and he felt the binds fall to the ground as he crawled over to the lifeless body of the one person on the planet that he loved. The one person who through everything seemed to always love him and now when she needed him most he failed her. He held her body in his arms realizing his failure not only with Ginny, but also with everyone else who had died for him and because of him. He then looked up into those red eyes. Those eyes filled with hate and anger.

Then Harry did the unthinkable, “Kill me.” He said.

“What?” Asked Voldemort for the first time sounding surprised.

“Kill me, please I have nothing left to take, nothing left. Kill me and finish this road that was started all those years ago.” Harry pleaded.

“If you wish. Let this mark the day when I Lord Voldemort killed the boy who lived. The only one left in my way”

Then kneeling on the ground holding Ginny he felt this sharp pain in his side. It would not go away, then he heard in his ear a sound that seemed to be getting louder and louder until he realized what it was saying. It was saying, “Master Potter!” over and over again. It was such a familiar voice.

He was then laying on something soft, but wet, and cold. He slowly opened his eyes to see something looking into his eyes. It was Kreacher, he was the one who pulled him out of the nightmare.

“Kreacher, is that you?”

“Yes Sir, it is I.” “Master was yelling in his sleep and called out for help and so Kreacher came home to help and found you rolling around, screaming and Kreacher tried to wake but Master would not.” So Kreacher had to poke you hard sir, and yell into your ear.” Kreacher is sorry if he hurt you”

“It is ok Kreacher”. “Thank you for your help” said Harry as nicely as he could.

‘Is there anything Kreacher can do for Master?” “Is master hungry?”

“Yes, would you mind fixing me something to eat Kreacher?”

“Oh No sir, Kreacher would be glad to fix Master more food. It is Kreacher duty to serve this house” Kreacher said in a happy tone that was in complete opposition to the first time Harry had ever heard Kreacher speak.

“Thank You Kreacher.” But he was already out the door and going down the stairs. Harry laid there in absolute silence, then realizing how sore he was from his head to the feet and how cold he was, because apparently he had sweat out all over the bed and tangled the sheets all over the side and onto the floor. Harry decided that he should get up, but once he sat up he knew that he had made a mistake because his head started to spin and his vision went blurry, then the next thing he knew he was lying face first on the floor of the room wishing he had just laid still. After about a minute to get his bearing he got to his feet and had taken about two steps before he fell back to his knees. Now not only was his body sore and his head clouded his knees felt like they had just been broken. He started wondering how long he had been asleep and how long he had gone without food. He then got back to his feet and swayed for a moment then started back towards the stairs. He had only made it a couple feet when he knew he wasn’t going much further, he was then on his hands and knees heaving up whatever he had left in his stomach all over the landing. After he was finished he kept walking down the staircase slowly but a little bit steadier. He finally made it all the way down to the kitchen where Kreacher was bouncing around using pots and pans fixing something that smelled a lot like a roast, which made Harry’s mouth start watering. Then he sat down at the table and poured a glass of water, and at that moment it was probably the best water Harry had ever had. Then Kreacher gave him a plate with a cut of meat covered with Potatoes and carrots. So Harry sat there and ate and ate until Harry could actually fill himself filling up to the top of his throat. At that moment He could see without any blurriness and he could feel a little strength come back into his legs. He then wondered if he should go back up and fall back asleep or if he should try and stay awake, in case he returned back to the dream he just had. So he decided that he should clean up after himself, he thanked Kreacher who responded as if Harry had given him a blessing. Harry made his way up the stairs and found his puddle of puke sitting there so he tip-toed around went back to the night stand got his wand and cleaned up his sick on the floor. He then went in and cleaned the sheets to the bed. He replaced his wand and started cleaning the rest of the room by hand. He though what Ron would say if he saw Harry cleaning like a muggle. He would probably take pity on him. Harry of course knows Ron wouldn’t get why he chose the slowest way to do so. To try and push the moment of sleep back as far as he could. This process went on for some time and then at two in the morning Harry had picked up the last piece of trash and put it in the trash can. Harry realized that he could no longer put off going to sleep, so he went and laid back down, and again almost as soon as he had put his glasses back on the table he was asleep again.

“Master Potter!”, “Master Potter!” Harry awoke again looking into the eyes of Kreacher. “Master Potter, you were screaming again.” “Are you alright?”

“Yes Kreacher I’m alright” Harry said knowing full and well he really isn’t. For the second night in a row he watched Ginny being tortured and killed in front of him.

He looked at Kreacher, whose giant eyes seemed to be trying to read Harry’s mind, didn’t seemed fooled.

“Kreacher, would you mind making breakfast?” asked Harry trying to change the subject and get him out of the room to be alone again.

“Of course master, I’ll go and start right now.” Said Kreacher excitedly.

“Thank you.” Harry called after him.

Now he was alone and he could try and figure out how he was going to be able to sleep without having to relive the nightmares that have come the past two nights, or however long he had been there. He suddenly realized he had no idea what day it was or how long he had been there. He never thought to ask Kreacher. How much had he missed while being there? Did he miss the funerals? Did he miss his chance of paying respects to Lupin and Tonks, or even to Fred? Now his head was swimming again and he was feeling noxious. He needed to put that out of his head for the moment. He needed to focus on just one thing at a time, and the one thing he wanted now was to eat to try and ease the noxiousness he was feeling. Then to find out how long he had been there.

Harry walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen where Kreacher was pilling eggs and bacon onto a plate with what looked like a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Harry sat down said thank you to Kreacher and started eating, noticing not until then how hungry he truly was. Kreacher walked out of the room for a moment coming back with what looked like a newspaper in his hand. As Kreacher was setting it onto the table next to Harry, Harry asked how long he had been at number 12 Grimmauld Place.

“Master has been here sleeping for almost three days sir.” Answered Kreacher proudly.

“Three days?” asked Harry as if the answer would change if Kreacher answered again.

“Yes sir, Kreacher found you Screaming in bed after two days of looking for you at Hogwarts.”

Well there was Harry’s answer, three days he had been hiding in this house away from everyone.

Then Harry asked something he didn’t really want the answer to.

‘Kreacher, has anyone tried to contact me here?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger tried you through the floo, but I told them that you asked not to be disturbed and then Kreacher told them he would be shutting the floo network until you asked for visitors.”

“Why did you tell them that Kreacher?” Harry asked somewhat happy but a little disappointed.

“Well sir, Kreacher thought that master might need more sleep, because master did not seem to be sleeping very well.”

“Well thank you Kreacher, you are absolutely right.” Just then Harry looked down at the paper and across the front the headline read: “FUNERAL DATES AND TIMES FOR THOSE WHO FOUGHT AGAINST YOU KNOW WHO AND FREED THE WORLD” There next to the headline was a picture of Hogwarts in shambles. At that moment all the pain of what had happened just 4 days prior came back to Harry. Harry then looked through to the page with the dates and saw that the first one was the next day the 6th of May, at noon, then horrified saw that it was for Fred Weasley.

A large rock seemed to fall through his chest and land at the pit of his stomach. The first one had to be the hardest. The one that would cause the most pain. Not because of a deep connection with George but because he would have to see all the closest people to him burying a brother/son. A family that had treated him like another son, the only people that he felt as though they were family, and they would be grieving because he Harry had chosen that night to fight Voldemort. He called everyone to fight and caused some to die so that he might fight and kill Voldemort. How could he show up and face all those whom he loved and all those who had given him the one thing he had never had before finding out he was a wizard, a family.

He knew he must go, he knew if he didn’t he’d never forgive himself but he didn’t think he was ready to face everyone especially at this one. So Harry had the night to figure out how he was going to be able to go but not have to face everyone. After Supper later that night it came to him, though he couldn’t see why it had taken him so long to come up with it. He would go under his father’s cloak and stand in the back away from everyone. So he started walking back up the stairs to go to bed when he remembered how horrible the last couple nights had been and he feared that tonight might be another one like that. He got to his bed and laid down, thinking of the horrors that might proceed closing his eyes and then onto the stress that the next day would bring and the grief that would fill him with. Then he drifted off into another night’s sleep, going not back to watching Voldemort killing Ginny but back to the battle seeing all those empty eyes and watching all those bodies hit the floor, all night until finally the morning came.

Chapter 2: Fred Laid to Rest
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

The next day Harry awoke again shaking from another dream about all those he had lost. He stood up and it finally hit him, how bad he smelled. Realizing he hadn’t had a proper bath in who knows how long he went and found a place to clean off. Never had hot water and soap felt so good. He got out and found a towel, something he didn’t foresee and dried himself off. He then struggled figuring out what he would find to wear when realizing and remembering he wouldn’t be seen. He went down to the kitchen and found Kreacher fixing a breakfast which Harry happily gulped down. It was better to focus on the food he was eating then think about what the day would bring. At 11:30 Harry walked out of the front door under the invisibility cloak, telling Kreacher he didn’t know when he might be back closed his eyes and Disapperated. When he felt his feet on the firm ground he opened his eyes and saw the very familiar house that he always longed to see. He was walking up the lane seeing the house grow bigger in his eyes when he saw her. It was Ginny sitting on the front step in a black dress, and her eyes red from what Harry could only imagine as hours and days of crying. Harry looked away before the sight made him walk back and go home again. He turned right towards a great big canopy that was put out. As he walked closer he saw the hundreds of chairs that were set out and most already being filled. At the front there was a wooden coffin on a platform above was a podium harry assumed that someone would be speaking from. Harry walked not to the front but to the back corner where he felt was the least likely to be noticed. After about ten minutes or so and most of the chairs were filled he saw the people who meant all the world to him walk in. They walked in single file towards the front of the crowd and sat on the front row. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Fleur, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron and Hermione, and finally Ginny. Harry also noticed that next to Ginny there was an empty chair. Harry could only assume that they had put out one for himself expecting him to show up to honor their brother and son. This thought only made Harry queasy and light headed. Then Kingsley Shackelbolt stood and walked to the podium. At this point Harry sat down on an empty chair. Harry thought that Kingsley was a good choice to speak. He always seemed to be in control of his emotions when he spoke.

Then Kingsley started his eulogy:

“Everyone, we are gathered today not only to say goodbye to a friend, a brother, a son, and an honorable man. Fred Weasley will always be remembered for his bravery as well as his humor. His greatest joy was to cause mischief as well as laughter.”

Kingsley went on for about 15 min and finished with:

“Now some of the Weasley family wanted to speak today in front of all of you before we put Fred to rest. At this moment Percy Weasley stood up and started walking toward the podium, and then started his speech. When he tried to speak the first time it sounded as though he hadn’t talked in years so he tried again.

“Everyone here knows that Fred and I were about as opposite as two people might be. I was always the serious one, the one focused on the future and thought I was better off for it. Fred on the other hand was never serious. He didn’t think about the future for most of his life. He lived his life in the moment. He would always take the chance to point out how much more fun his life was more than mine. I think I resented him because of that. He was carefree and loved life. I now see that I was the one who did it wrong. I was the one who to use Fred’s words, was a prat. The one regret that I have is that I was never able to apologize to him for everything I had done. If there is one thing that I or anyone else could do though is to live our lives like Fred, Moment to moment always trying to put a smile on someone else’s face.”

At that moment Percy seemed to hit his breaking point, his tears that he had clearly been trying to hold back seemed now to pour down his face making him almost inaudible to the crowd. When Percy sat down a few people whom Harry assumed were cousins that he had never met got up and spoke about their experiences with Fred, all of which seemed to end in a practical joke or someone in some kind of trouble, but they were all said with smiles. Harry at that moment realized how many people Fred affected in his life. How many people that Fred might not have known about that was changed because they saw him from a distance. All those people have lost him and Harry felt at that moment the magnitude of all the deaths that he indirectly was responsible for. He knew that he wasn’t the one who personally ended their life, but again he choose the time and field of which it would happen. Once the last family member sat down Kingsley stood back up and announced to the crowd that the family would enjoy having anyone that wanted to stay for lunch in a few hours. At that moment he asked everyone to stand as the family left. The first three rows started walking out and once they had left the canopy Kingsley asked the crowd to follow out. It took about 20 minutes for the entire crowd to leave. At last Harry was alone, invisible, sitting there with Fred’s body only 70 feet away. Harry got up and walked slowly toward the front, wondering what he was about to say or what he would feel when he looked down and saw Fred’s face in the half open casket. When he got there he looked down and saw that Fred looked peaceful, his mouth looked as though he was watching his twin brother bite into another puking pastle with his slight little grin waiting to burst forth with a full laugh. When Harry saw this he fell to his knees and started crying. He was crying because he knew he’d never hear Fred’s laugh again. He’d never see Fred continue his success with Weasley Wizard Wheezes. After a few moments Harry composed himself and stood up. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled two things out. The first was a colorful wrapper. It contained a piece of candy that the twins had dropped out of their pocket for his cousin Dudley to eat. A piece of Ton-Tongue Toffee. Harry put it next to Fred on his pillow, Then Harry pulled out a galleon, he remembered from school before he knew he was a wizard that in the Greek culture they would put a coin on the deceased eyes. Instead of that Harry thought that one in his hands would be just as good. At that moment he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw that Ginny and Ron were walking down between the aisles both looking as though if it weren’t for the other they’d fall over. Harry side stepped them both and quickly walked out back towards the yard and towards the end of the lane. He heard something behind him, he turned back and saw Ron and Ginny outside the canopy looking around like they were looking for someone. Fearing they were looking for him Harry started walking faster until he was at the end of the lane and Disapperated back to Grimmauld Place. When he walked into the house Kreacher was there asking him what he wanted for lunch, Harry told him just a sandwich and asked if he could bring it up to his room as he wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, even if it meant a nightmare or two. Once he got up to his room he realized how tired he was. Kreacher come up just a few minutes after him with a double decker sliced beef sandwich and a glass of pumpkin juice. Harry was impressed with how much Kreacher’s cooking had improved. After finishing the sandwich Harry laid down and fell asleep.

He again was back on that shoreline. He again watched Voldemort torture and kill Ginny. This time Voldemort did not grant Harry his wish of death. Instead he continued with the rest of the Weasley’s starting with Ron, then George, Mr. Weasley, Percy, Bill, Charlie, and finally Mrs. Weasley was there seeing her entire family dead next to Harry at her feet. Seeing her worst nightmare come true. Harry remembering the night almost 3 years ago when she couldn’t get rid of the boggart. Seeing Mrs. Weasley like this was something Harry had never experienced before. This woman who took him in as her own, someone who he considered his surrogate mother. Then Voldemort looked in his eyes and said that he has killed Harry 7 times now. Each time destroying a piece of Harry just as Harry thought he had killed him. Harry realizing what had just been said regretted ever starting the journey this past year, regretted ever becoming a wizard, and furthermore regretted ever being born. Voldemort sensing this laughed and said “now I shall kill you, you who have nothing left inside.”

            Harry then woke feeling worse than he had ever felt in his life. This dream did not feel like one. It felt as though he really had been there and watched all that death. He knew that no matter what was done he would never forget those images. He tried to sit up but that was not going to happen anytime in the near future. He felt sick all over, whether that be nausea or physical pain from thrashing about. He tried to speak but he must have used all his voice screaming last night. Then he thought hard about not only his dream but also of what had happened the day before. He thought back to the funeral and all the people there that he cared for and how much they meant to him and how much he loved them more than they knew. He also thought then of what they must be going through, whether or not they were having the same problems or if he was just being weak with his grief. Then he thought if they missed him at all or if they were glad that he was gone. He hoped that they missed him but he couldn’t see how. He had brought such pain to their doors. The thought that he had truly lost his friends was too much and so he forced himself to the floor and made his way to the bathroom for another bath. This time he just sat there in the flowing water and let his emotions go. This was the first time he had cried and mourned since Sirius had died. He didn’t know how long he had been in there all he knew was he was out of tears. He got himself out and dried off and tried to walk down the stairs but he was so weak from the night before that he didn’t make it two steps before he had to sit down. That would be how he would have to take the staircase today. Only a couple at a time, when he finally reached the bottom he could smell a breakfast that he had no desire to try and eat. He slowly walked half stumbled into the kitchen and found himself into the nearest chair. Kreacher seeing his master come in and sit started to plate food to shove under his nose. Seeing what Kreacher tried to speak but still found it difficult so he tried again and told Kreacher to save the food that he wasn’t hungry. Kreacher obeyed but was very disappointed that his master seemed ill. Harry then asked for some water and after drinking a glass realized that even though it helped he still felt terrible. Harry then asked Kreacher if there was some kind of potion or tonic that would make him feel better. Kreacher said “Yes master but I’ll have to go out to get some.” After Harry told him to go there was a crack and Harry was alone again inside the house.

Harry didn’t know how long it would take Kreacher so he decided to try to go back up the stairs. He got to the first landing and looked again inside the room that he, Ron, and Hermione had made their home a few months prior. He walked in and found a chair that looked very inviting to him and sat down. He then thought how it had only been months since he was inside this house trying to make a plan to enter the ministry of magic. It seemed as if it was a life time ago, a time of fear and pain in the world. Now it seems the world is free of it but not Harry, it is as though the past year was easier than the past 5 days. Harry wondered how long he would feel like this, hoping beyond hope that it would end soon, because he didn’t know how much more of it his body could take, with the thrashing sleep and pounding headaches in the morning. He thought he would try and stay up tonight, until he passed out from exhaustion, maybe then he would be too tired to dream much less have any nightmares. Yes that was the plan that he would attack with. What would he do though to keep him awake? Would he read from the Black family library, would he clean some of the house as he did before? Or would he try and plan out his next few days and perhaps weeks, finding a schedule so he could visit as many of the funerals of his deceased friends and family. “I think a combination of the three would probably work the best.” Harry thought to himself. First though he would wait for Kreacher with his potion, that should make all the difference for today. As if Kreacher was waiting for him to think that Harry heard a pop from the kitchen and knew that he had just returned. Harry waited for Kreacher to find him in the study, not 5 seconds later he saw his ears and eyes peek around the corner of the door. “Is master ready for his potion?” Kreacher said with what looked as though he actually saw Kreacher smiling. Harry said that he was ready so Kreacher brought the bowel of potion over to Harry. To Harry’s surprise it smelled better than he thought it would, thinking back to the remedies he had taken at school. Once he downed the last of it he could start to feel this tingling inside his chest he knew that it was working because the ache he felt in his head was starting to subside. He then asked Kreacher to bring him his wand, it only took two seconds before Kreacher was back with his wand. The one thing that had never let him down since he owned it. Kreacher took the empty bowel and walked away after giving Harry a bow. Harry conjured a piece of parchment and quill and ink then summoned the Daily Prophet that had the dates of the funerals to write them down and plan on how to get to them without being spotted or intrude again like he had at Fred’s.

Harry then started to read the dates:

Fred Weasley May 6th 12:00

Colin Creevey May 8th 9:00

Lavender Brown May 8th 1:00

Remus and Nymphadora Lupin May 9th 12:00

Severus Snape May 10th 12:00

Then Harry stated to see the names of all those who he didn’t even know that had died there. People he had never met came to defend him and the rest of the world that night. He wanted to make it to all of them but 5 he knew he had to be at. He would prepare for Colin’s funeral for the next day and then go to Lavender Browns after. He didn’t really know Lavender all that well but he did feel that the years they spent in Gryffindor meant something. Collin had always annoyed Harry but he was a loyal friend even if no one else would’ve been. He was much too young to have been at the battle but his heart was bigger than he was. He knew that they were going to be tough, but not near as tough as the day after that with Remus and Tonks. He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle seeing one of his most influential people from his life and seeing his son without his parents knowing how hard it will be for him now. With this thought he put his parchment and ink down and stood up and started to clean the study. It wasn’t nearly as dirty as his God fathers room had been. After a few hours of cleaning he stopped and looked at his progress. The couch and chair had been thoroughly cleaned and the bookshelf lost about 2 inches of dust that had collected since they had been forced out of the house. The Drapes over the windows had been steamed to this Harry had to use magic. He knew the next step was to clean the floor and rug but to do that he would need magic because he doubted a house that had been owned by people who despised muggles would have a mop and bucket. Harry did not know the magic to clean the floors so he would have to ask Kreacher if he did. Now is when you need Hermione Harry thought to himself. He walked down the stairs and found Kreacher actually cleaning the kitchen and dining room. Harry didn’t know if he ever saw Kreacher clean anything before. Harry asked Kreacher why he was cleaning and Kreacher said “Because master was cleaning upstairs and Kreacher didn’t want him to have to do the whole house by himself.” Harry thought that it was amazing the change the elf has had since he first met him almost 3 years ago. He even started to feel a fondness for the house elf that he didn’t expect.

Kreacher then asked “Can I make you something for dinner?”

“Um no thank you Kreacher I don’t feel up to eating. Is there any more of that potion though? I think I could do for another drink of that.”

Kreacher about jumped off the floor as he went and brought back another bowl of it. Harry drank it down and again started to feel the all too welcoming tingle that he experienced that afternoon. He decided he would go and find something to read until he would fall asleep. The first book he took off the shelf and the cover said, “The History of the Sacred 28”. Harry put that one back and picked up the next one and it was “How to prepare for unforgiveable curses”. Harry thought this would be a good read. So he sat down and started reading, the next thing he knew he was waking up to a pair of eyes looking at him, so he sat up startled with his wand pointed out in front of him. He then realized that it was Kreacher that was standing in front of him. Kreacher then apologized for startling him but that it was 7:00 and he wanted to know if Harry planned on leaving for the funeral.

“Thank you Kreacher for waking me up, I am planning on going.” Said Harry.

“Would you like Kreacher to make something for breakfast?” asked Kreacher.

“No, I’m still not feeling all that hungry.” Said Harry in a way that Kreacher could tell he was still sick.

            Harry got up and went upstairs and got back into the bath, afterwards he made his way downstairs making sure he had everything together when he saw Kreacher standing there holding a bowl of the pain potion and Harry was very thankful for the house elf. He drank it happily and walked out the door and turned on the spot and Disapperated. When he opened his eyes the sun was blinding.

Chapter 3: The Unexpected Surprise
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

Who put this here Ginny? Ron asked curiously.

“I don’t know Ron but I have a guess, I think it was Harry, He is the only one that has a way of concealing himself like that.” said Ginny quite sternly.

“Why wouldn’t he have said something to us then? What did you say to him after the battle? He disappeared right after that and no one has heard from him since.” Ron looking worried but also in a way that Ginny knew she had better tell him.

“Well I told him the truth if you must know. I told him that right now I couldn’t be around him in the same way that he did. That I had things I needed to get past and that with Fred and with him choosing to leave without me last year that there was some things broken that I needed to fix. Then he asked how long it would take and I told him that I had no idea I just needed to be away for a while.”

“Why’d you go and do that? Ron bellowed. You told him, after he basically just saved the world, to get lost because you were struggling with some feelings. Ginny, do you not think that he was struggling with some too. Did you not think that maybe now he thinks that no one wants him around?”

Now Ginny was crying, “I just thought that it would be easier for the both of us right now. You don’t know what it was like fearing what you all might be doing at any given moment.”

“Do you not think we had the same problem? We were away from everyone we cared about facing down death everywhere we went. The only news we had of you all was either by Potter watch, or Harry staring at the Marauders Map. He didn’t know I saw him, but He would look at your name I don’t know how many countless nights. You’re my sister and I might be over protective but that’s my best mate and he loves you more than I thought and I think he loves you more than you even know. So I don’t care how you do it but you fix this the next chance you get, you hear me?!” Ron said a little more aggressive than he wanted but she needed to hear it and get it through her head. So he walked back inside to find Hermione and tell her the news.

Ginny sitting down now for the first time fully realizing the magnitude of what her words must have caused. Then she started to weep. Not for herself but for the pain that she has caused and for the fact that she was being selfish and realizing she does love Harry and she should’ve thought more about him as he always did then herself. Now all she had to do was find a way to redeem not only herself but her relationship with Harry. One that she use to always count on but now not knowing where it might stand.

When she was finally composed herself she went and said another goodbye to Fred and went to find Ron and Hermione. She needed to apologize to both of them for being the reason they are missing their friend and see if they will help her try and patch this up. When she walked in she saw them sitting in the study on the couch Hermione’s head leaning upon Ron’s shoulder her eyes still red and puffy from all the crying that she had been doing for the last few days. When she walked into the room they both looked up at her, Hermione with a look of pity and understanding, Ron with a look and pity but also anger in his eyes. Ron was the first to speak.

“SO, have you figured out what you’re going to do then?”

“Ronald” Hermione interjected with an elbow shot into his ribs.

“No Hermione Ron is right. I was an idiot and might’ve messed things up pretty bad.” “I came to ask you to forgive me for causing him to leave you both. I also came to ask for your help in possibly saving mine and Harry’s relationship.” Ginny said with more of a plea then just a question.

Ron stood up with a stern look on his face that made Ginny feel as if he would start going in on her again, but this time she was wrong because a grin creeped across his face.

“This is the sister that I know and love” Ron said as he gave her a big bear hug. “Hermione what do you say, you up for one more mission?”

Hermione smiled from ear to ear, “Ron I do believe I’ve had you pegged all wrong this whole time. You do have a sweet and understanding bone in your body don’t you.” “Ginny I would love nothing more than to help you get Harry back with us.”

“How do you think we should go about doing this?” Ginny asked with much more optimism in her voice than there was 5 min ago. “I assume he has been staying at number 12 Grimmauld place, am I right?”

“Well obviously the only way to talk to him is to see him.” We cannot floo there because Kreacher took it off the network.” “There is going there directly but it might not open for us if Kreacher has completely shut it off from the outside world.” Hermione said feeling more comfortable in a place of command.

“Can Kreacher do that by himself? I thought you had to go through certain channels to get houses shut off.” Ron said curiously.

“Well Ron House Elves have power that most wizards have no clue about. They have more than most wizards themselves.” Their power has barely been discovered because wizards have always thought themselves higher than others.”

“Oh Hermione, this is not the time to bring SPEW back.” Ron said half-jokingly. “It took Voldemort coming back and an entire war to not have to talk about it.”

Hermione shot him a glaring look and said “Ron I have never stopped thinking about the rights that all magical creatures should have I just thought that other things took priority over the last couple years.”

“Alright you two. Let’s figure out how to get Harry back first then we can tackle equal rights for all magical creatures! Ginny said quite sternly. “So if Kreacher has shut the house off how do we see him?”

“Well how did he know when Fred’s funeral was?” asked Ron a little frightened from the combined stares of Hermione and Ginny.

“I dunno.” Said Hermione. “Was it published anywhere?”

“THE PROPHET!!” Shouted Ginny. “Mom was all broken up when an owl from the prophet showed up asking for the day and time that they would bury Fred, she cried for hours.”

“Alright so when is the next one?” Ron asked surprised that he had forgotten that.

So they went to find a paper and there it was plain as day. Fred Weasley May 6th at 12:00. They scanned for the next one and it was for Colin Creevey, May 8th at 9:00.

“Do you think he will be at that one?” asked Ron.

“Of course he would.” Said Hermione. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Well he annoyed Harry most of the time. It always seemed to bother Harry all the times he’d swing his arm around him or ask for an autograph.” Ron said laughing a little as he did.

“RONALD WEASLEY!” “How dare you make fun of the Deceased!!” Hermione and Ginny Yelled.

“Alright, alright. I was just saying.”

“Well you can just unsay it Ron” said Hermione.

“Fine then we will be going to a funeral in a couple days. Everyone happy now?” Ron asked trying to keep them from yelling at him.

They spent the rest of the day walking around the pond at the Burrow, trying to figure out when and how to talk to Harry. They all agreed that he would be under the cloak again so how would they find him. Ron wanted to ambush him when he arrived. Ginny thought that coming in later and sitting in the back where Harry was bound to hide. Hermione made the best argument for waiting until everyone leaves and watch for Harry to make himself known by himself so as not to disturb the service. Once they agreed upon that they needed to figure out what needed to be said. Ron again took a more direct path and suggested brutal honesty. Ginny suggested that it just be her that needed to talk to him first. Hermione said that it should be a joint effort and show compassion and love. Ginny agreed not happy but agreed none the less. Ron said he would go along with it but if it didn’t work they would use his idea. They all laughed but agreed the same.

            It was getting dark so they headed back to the house before supper. They imagined that Mrs. Weasley would need a lot more help and support especially today. When they got inside they saw her by the sink just looking out into the garden. She didn’t hear them come in so when Ron asked her if she was okay she was startled and jumped. She replied “Oh yes dear I was just thinking about Fred.” She tried to smile but they could all see she was fighting through tears. They asked if there was anything they could do for her but she said no that dinner would be ready in just a moment. They said thank you and went into the den until she called them. After only fifteen minutes she came in and said that it was ready. The whole family came into the kitchen and sat down to a wonderful meal. They were all quite silent as no one really knew what to say at this moment. Most were done with their first plate but with Mrs. Weasley one plate is never enough so while she was pushing seconds to everyone, to which Ron was more than happy to accept, Ginny to that opportunity to tell her mother and father that they would be going to Colin Creevey’s funeral in two days, to pay their respects and they hoped to catch Harry sneaking around and talk some sense into him. Mrs. Weasley looked up a little shocked, and asked “Who is going there? Why didn’t anyone ask me about it? I don’t kn.” At this moment Mr. Weasley stepped in and said “Molly it will be alright. You and I both know that they will be fine. I hope you all go and show your support to his family just as all those people showed us.” Mrs. Weasley saw that she was out maneuvered and that she would have to go along with her husband. So all she said was, “alright Arthur, you’re right.” Which caught Arthur by surprise so he had to look away because of the grin that was stretched across his face. After everyone was done they got up and went to their respected rooms.

            The next morning as Ginny awoke she was remembering the dreams that she had been having. She was back at Hogwarts seeing Hagrid carrying Harry’s limp body again. She was screaming for him to get up that she knew he was pretending but he wouldn’t move. Voldemort just kept tossing him in the air and Harry wouldn’t fight back. Then she realized that he really was dead and she would never have the opportunity to apologize to him, the chance to explain why she acted the way she did. Most importantly she wouldn’t have an opportunity to tell him how much she loved him, and how much he meant to her. She was so glad to be awake and out of that nightmare. As she sat up she looked over to where Hermione had been last night. She must’ve gone down to breakfast already. So she got up and dressed and went down to see what the plan for the day was going to be. As she past Ron’s room his door was ajar and she saw Hermione curled up next to him with her head on his chest. This made Ginny a little jealous of her brother. He had the person who made him happy and they were together, while she had pushed hers’ away and he was probably sitting in an empty house thinking that she hated him. If so she’d wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. So she shut Ron’s door and continued down the stairs and saw that there was toast and eggs sitting on the table awaiting everyone. She grabbed a plate and realized that her appetite just wasn’t there so she just took a piece of toast and a glass of pumpkin juice. As she sat there she heard Ron and Hermione start down the stairs. Ron came around the corner first with a look of starvation on his face. Next was Hermione who looked around the corner as if expecting to see Mrs. Weasley but it was just Ginny.

Ginny took the opportunity to ask if they slept well last night which go the reaction the she had expected. Ron started choking on the toast in his mouth as Hermione turned a shade of red that an apple would have been proud of. Ron was the first to regain his composure and he told Ginny to shut up that it was none of her business. Ginny giggling said “I’m just picking Ron, I thought it was nice to see when I came down the stairs this morning. But a word to the wise you might want to shut your door next time if you don’t want mum to see you.”

“WHAT?” Shouted a startled Hermione whose color went from red to a pale white. It was Ron’s turn to turn a deep red color.

“Yeah your door was slightly open when I went by so I shut it for you.” Said a Ginny whose smile was leaving quickly.

“It was shut when I went in last night I’m sure of it” said a panicked Hermione.

“I wonder who looked in at us then, whoever it was just let it go so it couldn’t have been mum. She would’ve lost her mind.” Said Ron who was now almost as white as Hermione.

“Well we will find out soon won’t we?” Said Ginny in a sympathetic but not my problem sort of way. Besides she had other things on her mind right now. All she could think about was what the next day might hold in store with Harry. Just as she was about to get up her mother walked into the kitchen and asked if they would like to go to see Andromeda with her so that she can help her with little Teddy and comfort her with the burying of Tonks and Lupin. Ginny gladly said yes. Getting out of the house might help get her mind off Harry and the possibility of playing with Teddy was too good to pass up. Ron and Hermione on the other hand was content in staying home.

After Ginny and her mother left by floo powder Ron and Hermione just looked at each other and both gave a flimsy grin. This was the first time they had been truly alone since they started this journey all those many months ago.

“So, what shall we do today Hermione?” asked Ron in the slickest way possible.

“Oh I dunno, I thought about just staying in and getting some reading done.” Hermione said knowing the reaction she would get from this boy who would do almost anything before choosing to read, but for some reason she always liked the way he approached his life in a passionate way about everything even when being too lazy to write an essay at school and waiting till the last minute so she would do some of it. Those would be the things she would miss most about Hogwarts. The banter that they had in the common room alone together.

“READ!!” “WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO READ FOR” Ron said loudly but in a joking manner. This girl would read if her hair was on fire.

Hermione just laughed at him. “What’s so funny there Miss Granger?” asked Ron lovingly. “Oh nothing just thinking of all the times my reading got both of us passing grades. Well you passing my Outstanding.” She said with a laugh.

“Can you believe we just finished a war and beat old Voldy, and we are sitting here talking about school? It kind of makes me a little nauseous. Why don’t we go outside and take a walk and see if we can’t get the conversation to more important things.”

“Ronald I do believe that is the best thing you’ve suggested today.” “Well the day is young my love.” Replied Ron with a gleam in his eye. He cannot believe that out of all the guys on the planet that she has stuck by me through all of this chaos. Even after he walked out on her in the middle of a bloody war. How could he ever repay her for her forgiveness? He would wonder that for the rest of his life. He knew what he must do but he had no idea when the right time would be. There are so many things that need to be done before, so many things that need to be figured out, but all he knew was that Hermione was the one person that completed him. She was his greatest love.

They went out into the yard and just started walking and talking about anything and everything. After what seemed like only an hour or two, they noticed the sun was already going down. Ron knew that it was at this moment he must finally act. He took Hermione by the hand and looked deep within her eyes. He mustard as much charm and sincereness in his voice as he could and said “Hermione, you know you are the love of my life. You have always been there to keep me straight even when I had no idea what I needed or even wanted.”

“Ron what are you talking about” Hermione interrupted.

“Bloody hell, let me get this out Hermione.” “What I was saying was that through all the dark and evil times we made it out and now we have this golden new opportunity in life. One that doesn’t have us in fear of dying every day. What I’m trying to say is Hermione Jean Grange, will you marry me?”

“Ron, I don’t know what to say. I never expected this, especially now with all that’s going on, but Ron of course I will.” Hermione said with tears gleaming in her eyes. But this was a different type of tears then the ones that Ron had seem so often these past few months and especially the past few days. These were tears of joy and happiness, something they have not had an opportunity to have in a very long time.

“Really?” “This is wonderful” Ron said as he swooped Hermione up into the air and kissed her as they spun on the spot.

“Aren’t you forgetting something Ronald?” Hermione asked.

“What is that?” Ron asked smiling from ear to ear but worrying that he might have actually forgotten something. Where was Neville’s rememberball when you needed it?

“Yes aren’t you suppose to have a ring to give me?”

Ron was flabbergasted, “what do you mean a ring?”

“Well Ronald, when a man proposes to a girl he is supposed to be on a knee with an engagement ring.”

“You are making that up. No one does that. My mum doesn’t have one.” Ron argued.

“Well maybe not in the wizarding world but in the muggle world we have rings, and in case you have forgotten I am from the muggle world.”

“I haven’t forgotten, I just don’t know all the standards.” Ron now a little worried he might have actually messed this all up.

“Would you get that worried look off your face, I am just messing with you. I don’t mind, I know you don’t know all of it but that’s one things I will have to help you with.” Hermione said smiling knowing that Ron would make a scene but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“HERMIONE, what would you go and do that for? You sitting there laughing at me, making me think I had messed something up. That was not funny!”

“Oh yes it was, and in time I think you will see how funny it was.” Hermione then took his hand and said “we had better get back to the house before everyone starts looking for us.”

“I think your right, but can we keep this quiet for now. I don’t want to flood everyone’s emotions right now so soon after Fred and we don’t even have Harry back yet. I think it would be best to wait for everyone to feel right with the world again.” Ron said hoping she understood and didn’t take offense to it.

“Wow Ron. You are not the same insensitive boy from our first year are you? You have really grown.” Hermione now seeing how far they had each come in such a short span. She could hardly think how much more they would grow in the many years to come.

When they had finally made it back up to the house Ginny and Mrs. Weasley had gotten back and were fixing dinner. “Where were you two at?” Ginny asked with a mischievous grin on her face. Ron sent a dirty look at her and said “It is none of your business where we were.”

“No but it is mine.” Mrs. Weasley shot back at him. This made Ron go a shade of pink. “Don’t worry Ron I am just twisting your wand. I don’t care so stop looking so embarrassed and help me with this pot, it won’t wash itself.

“What can I do to help Mrs. Weasley?” Hermione desperately trying to change the subject away from what they were doing. “Oh no dear you don’t have to do anything.” Oh Mrs. Weasley please let me help out.”

“Oh alright then if you could set up the table and see if you can find out when the others will be home.”

With her new order Hermione set to setting the table which took only a few waves of her wand to have it set right. Next she sent a patronus to each of the family telling them that Mrs. Weasley wanted to know when they expected to be home, and to send word back whenever possible. Which after only a few minutes she had received replies from everyone that they would be back within the hour.

Once everyone had arrived home Mrs. Weasley started serving dinner. The mood was similar to the night before. Most of the family was quiet except for the scrapping of knives and forks. Which compared to the years prior was a lot less than one would expect at the Burrow. Slowly one by one they left the table until it was just Mr. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

“Now that everyone is gone I wanted to talk to you all about your trip tomorrow.” Said Mr. Weasley. Which got the rest of their attention. “Now I’ve talked to Molly and you all knows she was not enthused about you all leaving tomorrow but I have talked her down and explained that you will be alright, but she is scared for your safety and I don’t blame her for some of her fears. “

“Dad you know we will be fine, and I promise we will be sure to keep Ginny safe at all times.”

“Yeah dad we will be fine. I just think we have to go and help Harry right now. I think him being alone for this much time could do some damage.” Ginny said trying to convey as much thankfulness in her voice without losing the urgency that she felt.

“I know you will be fine and I understand the reason. I too want you all to get Harry and make sure he is alright. Even so with all of that your mother and I will still worry about you three. I will say no more on it. You three be safe.” Then he got up from the table and went upstairs to bed. The other three just sat there for a minute thinking about the words Mr. Weasley just said.

“Well I think we should probably get up to bed to if we have to be up in the morning.” Hermione said. With that said they got up and went into their rooms. When Ginny and Hermione got to theirs, Ginny waited till they had laid down to ask the question that she had been thinking about for two days.


“Yeah Ginny?”

“What do you think is gonna happen with Harry tomorrow? Do you think he will forgive me and come home with us? You’ve been close friends for almost 8 years, you know him probably better than anyone else.”

“Ginny, part of me wants to tell you that the first time we try and talk to him he will come straight back with us but I also know that he is beyond stubborn. I think he will find away from us and head back to Grimmauld Place and that is where it will have to happen. So just be prepared for that, alright.”

“You really think that it is going to take that?”

“Yeah I do Ginny I think it will take some effort.”

“Can I ask you a favor then?”

“Of course, ask away.”

“If we do have to go to Grimmauld Place can you give me some time with him alone? I think it’ll be easier since I was the one that started all of this.”

“I don’t know Ginny, Your brother will be hard pressed to go for something like that. But if it really means that much to you I will apparate with you there and then come back for Ron and explain it to him.”

“Thank you so much Hermione, it means a lot.” “Good night”

“Good night Ginny”

When they awoke the next morning they found the house empty. Apparently they all left earlier that morning to go see Andromeda so it was just the three of them. They walked out the Burrow and started down the walkway when they reached the edge of the lane Hermione grabbed Ginny’s hand looked and gave her a wink then they turned on the spot. When they looked up the saw the blinding sun sitting just above the tree line.