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I've been on a hiatus for almost 6 months! How bad is that!
I'm incredibly sorry. I know it seemed like I gave up on this story but I really haven't!
One thing after another happened and then my internet crashed - What a nightmare!

But I wrote the chapter I'd originally intended for Chapter 7 before writing this, then, just as I was about to post it I realised thagt this chapter fitted better into my storyline. So that means I actually have a Chapter 8 waiting!
So (1) I'm SO incredibly sorry for my disappearance.
(2) This chapter is mainly the retelling of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows to the Weasley's. That said, I do not own any of the things Harry, Ron and Hermione said they did, that all belongs to JK Rowling, except Hermione's horcrux, which was my own thoughts. I do not own the few quotes that are used. I have numbered these to let you know which ones I am talknig about. They belong to JK Rowling in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Chapters 'The Silver Doe' - page 309 (of my edition) and 'King's Cross' - page 579 (again of my edition, pages may change per edition). I also do not own the characters in the story, they all belong to JK Rowling, nor to I think I am JK Rowling.

The Weasley’s tried to sleep. They really did.

Nobody could.

Eventually Mr and Mrs Weasley, Bill, Charlie, George, Harry, Ginny and Percy ended up sitting in the kitchen.

As Hermione came down the stairs, intent on getting a cup of tea for herself, she was greeted by many tired faces.

“Can’t sleep?” Bill asked kindly. Hermione shook her head. “Nobody can, and it’s only been two hours.”

“Maybe we should give it up as a lost cause?” Ron suggested as he came tiredly down the staircase, rubbing his eyes.

“Well, I think I’ll go get Fleur,” Bill sighed. “She isn’t asleep anyway.”

He wandered into the living room and used the fireplace to floo back to shell cottage. The others followed him through to the next room - the kitchen was becoming crowded.

Bill and Fleur were first into the living room. Mrs Weasley was being supported by Mr Weasley and the others all trailed in afterwards. George was the last one to enter the living room and he took a seat next to Percy, Charlie and Ginny on the sofa. Mr and Mrs Weasley sat on another sofa; Harry, Ron and Hermione each sat around the small table in the middle of the room and Bill pulled up a chair for Fleur whilst choosing to stand behind it instead of sitting down himself.

He then conjured up ten glasses of fire whiskey and magically handed them to each person in the room, apart from Fleur. Then, holding his glass high in the air, he said, “To Fred,” before drinking it in one.

The others all followed murmuring, “To Fred,” at different times before drinking their own glass. Then there was silence for a long while where all Hermione could hear was the ticking of the clock, which was especially loud from where she was sitting, and the hands of the Weasley family no longer pointed to ‘mortal peril’. Except George, who’s hand pointed to ‘elsewhere’.

“At least it’s over,” Mrs Weasley spoke quietly and suddenly, nobody showed any signs of hearing her, but they did. “Before there was so much fear, so much unknown. I would sit at home with the older ones of you waiting for Arthur to come home and pray with all my might that nothing had happened to him and that, maybe, he would come home early – and every time he left for work the next day the waiting would begin again. All you could do was pray. You youngsters wouldn’t understand how it feels to have the person you love to just walk out the door into the unknown because they believed they had to. It feels as if... as if—“

“—you’ve been split in two,” Hermione interrupted, staring determinedly at her cup of fire whiskey whilst every face turned to look at her with complete surprise. “Like your hearts gone with them and you want to get up and follow them too but you know you can’t because you have obligations,“ Hermione’s voiced picked up. “You have to stay where you are and no matter how much or how loud you call their name they don’t answer and every time you feel the disappointment so hard that you feel like you can’t stand it.”

There was silence whilst everyone looked at Hermione and tried to make sense of her words. Harry, who sat across the room from her, was the only person who knew what she was talking about. He had been the only one there in those few weeks of their horcrux hunt that Ron had left and had witnessed her grief.

Hermione’s voice turned to a whisper and silent tears were now rolling down her cheeks, “And you cry so much that you never realised you could until then,”

Realising that she had just spoken openly to every single member of the Weasley’s about something she had wanted to keep secret from them all, especially Ron, she quickly stood up and walked to the door. Then, just as they expected her to disappear from sight, Hermione turned and, subconsciously looking straight at Ron, and thinking she might as well finish her train of thought, whispered, “And you know that you could never love anyone else,” And then she did disappear, escaping to the privacy of Ginny’s bedroom.

There was silence whilst Ron stared at the doorway and everyone else seemed too shocked to speak - it was so out of character for Hermione.

“That was what it was like for her when you left,” Harry spoke aloud to the room even though his words were only meant for one person, he couldn’t take all the quietness and the secrets anymore.

“I know…,” Ron seemed hesitant to answer. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t think when I left,”

“Left? Left when?” Mrs Weasley asked. Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

“I think it’s time we told them everything,” Harry said, Ron nodded.

“Hermione should be here for this,” Ron added.

Hermione slammed shut the door to Ginny’s bedroom – she hadn’t meant to. As soon as it had shut she slid down onto the floor, her back against the wall, and started to cry.

What’s wrong with you, she thought, annoyed at herself, you just practically told Ron you loved him to his face...and in front of his entire family.

She quickly shook her head and impatiently wiped away the tears on her cheek. No doubt Ginny would be up here soon to fetch her again or see if she was alright. And even if she did leave her some space, Mrs Weasley would come up to give her some tea or a hug.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Ginny walked in, not waiting to be allowed admittance, just as Hermione stood up and wiped her tear-stained hands on her jeans.

“Are you okay?” Ginny asked her.

“Yeah, I’m... I’m fine,” Hermione replied and walked over to the mirror to check her reflection wasn’t a complete mess.

The reflection staring back at her was still her face yet her hair was about four times bushier than normal, she looked obviously tired still and there were tear tracks on her face. Other than that she noticed many small scars on her face. Her shirt, which had a higher collar covered up her neck but was obviously very dirty.

“I look awful,” she muttered, half to herself and half to Ginny. It wasn’t as if she cared too much, it was just that she couldn’t wait to get back to her normal self.

“Under the circumstances, Hermione,” Ginny said, joining her at the mirror, “I would say you looked great.” There was a moment of silence in which Hermione tried to wipe away the tear tracks and Ginny attempted to flatten her hair for her. “But you might as well get changed,” Ginny told her and gave her an apologetic look for not thinking about it before, before tossing her a clean pair of jeans and top from her own cupboard.

Hermione changed quickly but as she pulled her old top over her head, her neck was exposed and Ginny couldn’t help but gasp.

The mark that Bellatrix had left on her with the knife at Malfoy Manor would probably be there the rest of her life. There was no point in hiding it so all she said in reply was, “Bellatrix.” Ginny knew that she didn’t want to talk about it and so Hermione pulled the new purple top that Ginny had lent her over her head and they both went back downstairs to join the others.

As Hermione entered the room she took a seat next to Ginny on the sofa – Charlie had gone to make some tea. Everyone else was sitting in the exact same position that had been a few minutes ago but Hermione could see Ron and Harry in the far corner, still sitting at the table, conversing quietly.

“What—,” she started to ask but was cut off by Ginny.

“They, rather dramatically, decided to tell us everything,”



Charlie entered the room and handed out cups of tea by hand. Hermione took one gratefully and then, once Charlie had offered everyone, stood up to let him sit down where he had been before.

“That’s okay, Hermione, don’t get up,” he told her but she did so anyway and, with a sudden thought, she went and sat on the chair next to Ron, moving it so that she could rest her head on his shoulder and he could drape his arm over her shoulders. Ron was hesitant - he wasn’t sure whether he had done something wrong or not.

Every eye turned to face Harry, waiting for him to start, as if he was telling an interesting scary story, which, in a way, he was.

“Right, so, umm...” Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione for a second, not sure where to begin.

“The wedding?” Hermione suggested.

“Right, the wedding. We apparated to Tottenham Court Road and were followed by some Death Eaters in cafe where we had to Obliviate their memories before apparating to Grimmauld Place-”

“—Grimmauld Place?!” Mr Weasley exclaimed.

For more than an hour Harry spoke, occasionally pausing to explain what something meant or to let Ron and Hermione speak. When Harry came to explain how they had heard from the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black about Ginny and the others stealing the sword of Gryffindor (which made Ginny receive a few incredulous stares from some members of her family) he paused. “And then... we... well Ron and me – we both stared to—“

“I left,” Ron stated clearly so that no one could question whether he had admitted it or not.

“You... left?” Mrs Weasley asked her son, completely shocked. And then, after a millisecond pause, everyone in the room started to shout and argue.

Only Bill and Fleur remained silent apart from Harry, Ron and Hermione and after a minute or so of letting his family express their opinions, Bill spoke up so loud that Hermione was sure the ghoul upstairs in the loft could hear.

“ALRIGHT,” Bill yelled and his family immediately quietened down. “So he left, Ron knows it was a bad thing to do – don’t you, Ron?” Bill said; it wasn’t really a question as he knew the answer but Hermione could tell he was determined to show his family that his brother didn’t need to be yelled at anymore.

“The worst,” Ron said and his hand squeezed Hermione’s whilst he whispered something in her ear and a tear started to roll down her cheek again.

“So just leave it, he came back – that’s what matters,”

“But where did you go, Ron?” Mrs Weasley was the first to express her concern for her youngest son.

“To Bill’s,” Ron stated simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What?!” Mr Weasley exclaimed again and, turning to Bill asked, “And you didn’t tell us?”

“Of course I didn’t,” Bill said, although he looked like a five year old again with his mothers penetrating glare looking at him. “You’d all make a big deal out of it, like now,”

“That’s why I went to Bills in the first place,” Ron told them all. “Because I knew he wouldn’t tease me about it and constantly tell me how wrong it was,”

“But it was wrong,” Percy tried to reason.

“I know that,” Ron snapped finally and his family were momentarily shocked because it reminded them all of Hermione. There was more silence, Harry didn’t know whether to carry on or not and Hermione traced circles on the back of Ron’s hand to calm his pulse.

She knew he wasn’t really mad at his family, just trying to vent emotions.

“Go on, Harry,” Ginny said calmly. “What happened once Ron had gone?”

Hermione spoke instead, “I tried to convince him to come back but... it was raining and dark and I couldn’t see very far in any direction and then I heard him dis–disapparate.” There was more silence and then Hermione turned to Ron, “I thought you’d gone for good.”

“I would have seen you after,”

“What if I had died?” she asked and Ron was speechless, he had no answer. His family were also quiet again.

“What happened next?” Ginny prompted again and Harry continued to tell their story.

When it came to explaining about Godric’s Hollow, Hermione noticed that Ginny looked as if she was going to lose all self-control and start crying. It was obviously because Harry had almost died but some members of her family looked completely clueless, mainly Percy.

“And then I saw a silver doe, just... walking through the forest and I followed it,” Harry was explaining about retrieving the sword of Gryffindor and, Hermione knew to come, the return of Ron. She hadn’t heard much about it – only what they had told her on the night he had returned and at that time she had been too filled with rage to really pay close attention.

“And I told Ron to stab the Horcrux once I’d opened it and it opened but...” Harry glanced quickly at Ron who turned bright red but mumbled “Tell her,” whilst determinedly staring at the floor.

“Tell me what?” Hermione asked, now very curious. What had they not told her before? And why would they keep secrets from her?

“Well, when the Horcrux opened it sort of, showed us what Ron was thinking about or rather, what he was worried about most... like, as a holographic – ghosts,” Harry said to some of the blank-faced Weasley’s. Now Hermione was really curious and, at the same time as Ginny and George, said, “What happened?”

“It was you... and Harry,” Ron explained and Harry recognised that Ron needed to say something on the matter, to get his way of thinking across. “And you told me everything I would tell myself when I was annoyed – that I was worthless, that my own mother preferred Harry instead—“

“—Oh, Ronnie,” Mrs Weasley started but Ron carried on.

“That wasn’t the worst of it,” and he looked Hermione straight in the face and said, “You told me that you would always prefer Harry,”

There was silence in the room again, but this time Hermione was frozen, unsure what to say; Ron could only see Hermione, waiting for an answer; and the rest of the Weasley’s, including Harry, felt like they shouldn’t be there, like Ron and Hermione should have some privacy with the direction the conversation had turned. But Ron wanted to get it sorted out. Like Harry, he was sick and tired of secrets now.

“But you believed it,” Hermione whispered.

“Yeah, I did,”


“You sort of... you and Harry, well, you...”

“Our Horcrux-selves kissed,” Harry told her, obviously embarrassed, he could see Ron was struggling to speak.

“I see...” Hermione said, and her vision became cloudy as her thoughts drifted off to somewhere else, as if she was trying to understand what they were saying when, in actual fact, it made complete sense.

“So what happened when you went back to the tent?” Ginny asked, trying to hide the smirk on her face.

“I was attacked,” Ron told her in a voice that stated ‘isn’t it obvious’.

“Verbally or actually punched?”


“Hey!” Hermione protested, “I wasn’t that mean. I only called you stupid.”

“Actually,” Harry spoke up, “I believe your exact words were: “You complete arse Ronald Weasley,”(1)

“Well, you get the point,” Hermione muttered under her breath while the others laughed.

“Then what happened?” George sat forwards in his chair, evidently happy with the interesting distraction from his own thoughts.

“Well Ron told us that the Death Eaters had jinxed Voldemort’s name,” Harry started. The Weasley’s flinched at the name, but neither of them commented. “And then Hermione realised that Dumbledore had signed his name in that book Rita Skeeter wrote with an ‘A’ that looked like the symbol Xenophilius Lovegood was wearing round his neck at the wedding… so we decided to go and visit him.”

“You went to the Lovegood’s?” Mr Weasley asked, surprised.

“But that’s not far from here,” George added.

“Why didn’t you visit?” Ginny spoke quietly.

“We couldn’t, Gin,” Ron told her. “It was too risky.”

Harry explained about their visit to Xenophilius Lovegood’s house and what happened there. He explained about the story of the Three Brothers and how it related to Voldemort. The Weasley’s were shocked too much to speak, especially when Hermione added that Mr Lovegood had tried to turn them in to the Death Eaters.

“But he seemed so nice!” Mrs Weasley was the most shocked.

“He only did it because they promised him Luna would be handed back to him,” Hermione defended him.

“But, surely, he must have known they were lying,” Percy exclaimed.

“He was desperate,” Harry sighed.

“What I don’t understand,” Bill started. “Is why you went to talk to Xenophilius about the Deathly Hallows when you knew that finding the horcruxes were really important?”

“I was outvoted,” Harry mumbled.

“I was curious!” Hermione told them all. “I thought It was important, and I was right.”

“And Ron agreed with you, Hermione?” Charlie asked.

“She was still really mad at me, of course I agreed with her,” Ron smiled.

“But Hermione’s idea of letting the Death Eaters get a glimpse of me was pure genius,” Harry grinned at her. Hermione blushed, flattered.

Harry went on to tell the Weasley’s about the significance of the Deathly Hallows and how he already owned the invisibility cloak because he was a descendant of Ignotus Peverell.

“I was sure that the Resurrection Stone was inside the Snitch that Dumbledore had left me,” Harry continued. “And then I realised what I had been seeing when I saw Voldemort - he wanted the Elder Wand, to conquer death.”

“Voldemort really believed in that story?” Bill asked. Fleur seemed surprised that her husband had spoken Voldemort’s name.

“Well, it turned out to be true, didn’t it?” Ron pointed out. “But Hermione didn’t think it was.”

“Okay, well now I know I was wrong, don’t I?” Hermione defended herself.

“So you just argued about it for a while?” Ginny asked.

“Well, until Ron managed to tap into Potterwatch,” Harry answered. Ron looked proud of himself.

“You were listening?” Bill looked really surprised at that. So did the rest of the Weasley’s.

“Only the once,” Harry commented.

“And that’s when we heard about Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell,” Hermione added.

“Who was on Potterwatch when you listened?” George asked enthusiastically.

“Lee Jordan, Kingsley, Lupin and…”

“And Fred,” George finished Ron’s sentence. “It’s alright, Ron, you can say his name.”

“You know whose name you couldn’t say?” Ron glared at Harry after a few short seconds of silence.

“I’m so sorry!” Harry replied quickly.

“What…” Mr Weasley began to ask.

“I said Voldemort’s name,” Harry stated.

“But it was tabooed!” Charlie was shocked.

“I slipped up and… and the snatchers found us.”

The Weasley’s started to shout their opinions. Mrs Weasley looked like she was going to faint.

“Let them talk!” Bill yelled over them all again. Everyone was immediately silent.

“Hermione jinxed my face to swell up--”

Ginny laughed.

“--And the snatchers could quite recognise us,” Harry told them all. “But they took us to Malfoy Manor anyway.”

“Malfoy Manor?!” This time it was Bill who shouted. Mr Weasley stood up, completely shocked. Nobody else spoke.

“What happened?” Fleur asked the question quietly, directing it at Ron and Hermione.

“Ron…” Hermione squeezed his hand. “I can’t…”

“It’s OK,” Harry smiled weakly at her. Hermione nodded, gathering her strength together.

“Malfoy… he said he didn’t know whether it was Harry or not--”

“--Of course he would recognise Harry!” George interjected.

“Well then he lied,” Harry commented.

“Can I finish?” Ron mumbled like a child. “But Bellatrix went mental when she saw the Sword of Gryffindor and she started screaming that they had to call… had to call Voldemort and she sent Harry and me down into the dungeons and Hermione… she was left upstairs.”

Hermione stiffened.

“Luna and Ollivander were in the dungeon, but they had no way to get out,” Harry continued. “But we could hear Bellatrix asking Hermione whether the Sword was real. She ordered Griphook to her and I told him to tell her the Sword was fake.”

“She didn’t believe him at first,” Hermione stammered. “She… she took her anger out on me.”

Hermione reached up with a shaking hand and pulled the top of the high neck shirt Ginny had lent her down so that the unhealed scar left by the knife from Bellatrix was visible. The Weasley’s gasped as one, except Fleur and Bill, who had seen Hermione right after Malfoy Manor.

“Then what happened?” Ginny pressed.

“Ron and Harry made it out of the cellar with the help of Dobby and they came and got me,” Hermione continued quietly.

“We went back to Bill’s,” Ron avoided his mothers eyes. “And Fleur helped clean Hermione up.”

“What happened to Dobby?” Charlie asked. He’d only met the house elf a handful of times but he’d grown attached to him.

“Bellatrix,” Harry used short words. “With a knife.”

“We buried him in the garden,” Bill sighed. They all looked rather confused until Harry explained about the mirror piece he’d asked help from.

Harry continued with the story explaining how they’d realised that there must be something in the Lestrange’s Vault at Gringotts. By the time he got to the part about the dragon, George was laughing.

“I thought that was a rumour!” George seemed happy. “Fred would not have believed this!”

“Glad somebody liked it…” Hermione muttered.

Ron chuckled. “Hermione isn’t a fan of flying.”

“You don’t say…” Ginny replied sarcastically.

“And then we went straight to Hogwarts,” Harry continued. He did most of the talking, after all, it was his connection to Voldemort that was important at this point.

Ron took over to explain about Aberforth Dumbledore and the secret passage it had which led to Hogwarts that allowed them to enter the castle.

“And you guys know the rest of that bit,” Ron said.

“We only know up to when Harry and Luna left for Ravenclaw Tower,” Ginny pointed out.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice what you did there, Ginny,” Hermione muttered quietly to Ginny. “I would have told Luna to take Harry instead of Cho Chang as well.”

Ginny smirked. “I know.”

“And then I came back and… and I couldn’t find you two,” Harry turned on Ron and Hermione.

“We went to the Chamber of Secrets,” Hermione smiled. “It was Ron’s idea.”

“For Basilisk fangs?” Ginny asked.

“How did you know?”

“That’s the only thing down there,” she replied. That one comment was enough to remind everyone of the time when Ginny was taken by the Basilisk.

“I let Hermione destroy this horcrux,” Ron persisted. “She hadn’t had the pleasure of doing so before.”

“What happened with that horcrux?” Ginny asked, obviously curious.

Hermione blushed. “Nothing.”

“Come on, Hermione,” Ginny pleaded.

“I saw myself,” she spoke quietly. “And it told me that I was so ugly and that we’d fail. Harry and Ron would die and then I’d be left alone. It said that you all would hate me and I’d be alone and I’d never find my parents.”

“But it was wrong,” Charlie pointed out.

Hermione nodded. “Yes, it was wrong.”

“So you killed another horcrux?” Arthur asked.

“Yes and I knew what the next one was. I found Ron and Hermione in the room of Requirement finally and… and we left to find the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw.”

Ginny screwed up her eyes. “There’s something you’re not telling us.”

Harry grinned. “I’ll let Ron and Hermione tell you that bit later, shall I?”

Ron shot his best friend evil looks whilst Hermione simply looked at the floor. Harry took over the rest of the story until he got to the part where he watched Snape’s memories.

“So Dumbledore was right?” Arthur asked. “He was good.”

“He was,” Harry nodded. “He loved my mother so much that he risked his life to keep her safe, and when that didn’t work out he continued to risk his life for her son and for the good of the wizarding world, and the muggle world. He was probably the bravest man I ever knew.”

That shocked them all, but none of them argued. Harry was right - Snape’s actions were courageous beyond compare.

“And to think everybody hated him for no reason, and he didn’t protest at all,” Hermione added. “But I think you’re wrong there, Harry. You are the bravest man I know.”

“I am?” Harry was shocked and confused, but flattered nonetheless.

“You gave yourself up to save everybody else,” Hermione elaborated.

“That makes him stupid, not brave,” Ron joked.

“So you knew, or thought, you would die?” Ginny spoke softly.

“I did,” Harry said.

Mrs Weasley looked at Harry proudly and the others saw him with more respect than before as Ginny asked. “Weren’t you scared?”

“Definitely,” Harry gave a small laugh. “But I wasn’t alone.”

They looked at him questioningly. “I had the Resurrection Stone.”

Hermione gasped. “’I open at the close’!”

“Exactly,” Harry agreed.

“And did it… open?” Hermione asked. The others seemed confused but didn’t interrupt.

“It did,” Harry’s eyes lit up. “And I saw my parents and Sirius and Lupin. They walked with me…”

“To your death?” Ginny’s eyes were full of tears.

“Through the forest,” Harry supplied.

“Hold on,” realisation dawned on Ginny. “You walked right past me! When I was talking to that girl I thought I heard someone. You were under the cloak. How could you, Harry?”

“I’m sorry, Ginny,” Harry looked embarrassed in front of her whole family. His own eyes filled with tears too. “But I couldn’t--”

“--Why not?!” Ginny was angry. “Why couldn’t you just--”

“--Because it was too hard!” Harry yelled, forgetting where he was. Ginny was quiet. “Because it was hard just to walk past you, Ginny.”

She had started to cry now.

“I’m sorry,” Harry hurried to stop her crying, hating that he’d caused it. “I didn’t mean to yell. And I didn’t want to leave you. I’m sorry.”

He sprang out of his chair and came to kneel in front of her. Ginny’s head was bowed, it rested in her hands as she tried not to cry.

“Ginny, please don’t cry,” Harry pleaded. He looked to Ron for help but Ron simply shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do either.

Before Harry could say anything else, Ginny looked up and threw her arms around him. “Don’t you ever do that again, Harry James Potter. Don’t you ever walk away from me.”

“I won’t,” Harry whispered into her ear. He realised he was happy in that moment. “I promise, Ginny.”

The Weasley’s shared looks whilst the two teenagers hugged. Mr and Mrs Weasley smiled at each other.

“Tell me, Harry,” Ginny asked as they broke apart. “How did you feel when… when you died?”

“I didn’t really feel,” Harry told her. “I just thought of happy thoughts.”

“Like what?” Charlie was curious.

“Like… my parents and…” Harry’s eyes flickered towards Ron the second before he spoke. “And Ginny.”

“Ginny?” Ron, Molly and Percy all spoke at once.

Ginny was silent. Then she beamed. “No Veela’s?”

“No Veelas,” Harry smiled at the memory of his last birthday present from Ginny and the reason she’d said was behind it.

“But then you came back…” Bill pressed.

Harry told them about his talk with Dumbledore, though he kept some things secret, such as him having the choice to return and Dumbledore’s personal thoughts.

“So, was it real?” Hermione asked, always the one to ask questions.

Harry grinned at her. “I asked Dumbledore that myself - whether it was happening inside my head or not, and you know what he said?”

“What?” George asked.

“’Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?’(2)

George laughed the loudest out of all the Weasley’s. “That sounds like Dumbledore,” he said.

All that remained was for Harry to explain what Narcissa had done for him, something that the others all found shocking. When he had finished they were all stunned.

“And that’s… that’s what happened,” Harry finished.

Mrs Weasley exhaled loudly. “Well, that’s quite a story.”

“I wanted you all to know the real story, not the edited one, which I’m going to tell the press,” Harry answered.

“You must be exhausted,” Arthur said.

“I’m tired just listening to it,” George agreed.

“Off to bed, then, everyone,” Mrs Weasley got to her feet and started to usher them all off to bed.

As Harry climbed the stairs Ginny caught his arm and dragged him into the bathroom. The others were saying loud goodnights, Harry, Ron and Hermione’s adventures at the front of their minds, so did not notice their disappearance.

“Ginny, what are you doing?” Harry asked as she shut the door.

“You have some explaining to do,” she started. “I let it go earlier but now I hear all this other stuff you did, nearly getting killed and then walking willingly to Voldemort and then you go and tell me that you thought about me before the died!”

“I… You were the last thing I thought about,” Harry stammered.

“Well…” Ginny looked confused. “Stop doing that!”

“What, why?”

“Listen, Harry, you need to come up with one plan and stick to it,” She looked irritated to Harry. “You can’t break up with me and then let me kiss you, then you leave without saying goodbye and then when you come back you tell me that I was the last person you thought about before you died!”

“Why not?” Harry laughed. “And, besides, you know that I only broke up with you because I had to keep you safe, you kissed me, I had to leave without saying goodbye because there were Death Eaters everywhere and I did think about you.”

“I know but… I’m just so confused,” Ginny sat on the edge of the bath.

“I thought you… wanted to be together?” Harry asked carefully. He wasn’t good with relationship talk.

“I do! But--”

Before she knew it, Harry was kissing her.

“Why does everything have to be complicated?” He asked.

“You’re right,” Ginny smiled. “I think Ron and Hermione’s relationship was rubbing off on me.”

Harry laughed. “They are just the image of difficult.”

I know this Chapter contained a lot of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which you've all obviously read (hopefully) but I hope you enjoyed seeing the Weasley's reactions to parts of Harry, Ron and Hermione's adventure. And don't worry, I will address the ministry later on.
Thank you so much for reading! I'm ever so sorry I've been away for so long.
Kezzy. xxx

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