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When Harry woke up, the dim light of the dying sun was entering through the window's glass. He spent some minutes there, lying on his bed, a little bit confused by the time of the day he had chosen to wake up. He took consciousness that he had not changed the position of his body since he had fallen asleep with his clothes all covered in mud and blood.
He got up, feeling every aching muscle of his body stretch. He threw a glance at Hogwart's Grounds while he sat on the window's sill where he had always sat since he was eleven. There were tiny black spots moving in and out of the Castle and he thought that they had probably already started the Castle's reconstruction labours, and exhaled a long and heavy sigh, unsuccessfully trying to put away the happenings of the day before in some dark corner of his troubled mind. He solved that he couldn't stay there forever, hiding from everyone else's guilty looks, just because the idea of looking at his friend's eyes and finding in them his own pain and remorse reflected there, was unbearable. However, he got up and took a shower before going down to the Common Room and passing through the empty Portrait Hole to the halls.
There were almost no people in the corridor. Harry supposed that everybody would be downstairs, at the Great Hall. When he got to the gates, he stood there for a second. He heard the frail rumor of conversations spoken in very low voices and felt like if he was already in Remus, Tonks and Fred's funerals. Shaking those ideas off his mind Harry crossed the threshold and the second later the rumor stopped. Every single look in the Hall was dedicated to him, and even if Harry was so accustomed to this kind of welcomings, he thought that he had never felt so disturbed by one of them.
He took sight of the Weasleys and Hermione immediately. They were the only ones who weren't looking at him, a fact that the boy didn't miss. He was sure that they were trying to avoid him and felt another wave of guilt. He took a seat next to Hermione, who was the only one who had noticed his arrival, because when he sat down they all looked gave him a shy smile and he looked down.
"Oh, hi, Harry" greeted Mr. Weasley with a very hoarse voice. "We were waiting for you."
Harry forced a weak smile. Mrs. Weasley, whose eyes where swelled and red and had her sight fixed on some undefined point on the wall, gave a soft snort when she heard Harry's name. She lay her eyes, that had the colour of autumn leaves and were so much like Ginny's on Harry's greens, who was fighting back the impulse to look down at his trainers. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if the next second an avalanche of reproaches had been thrown against him. He wouldn't have blamed her. But no. What Mrs. Weasley did next he never would have expected. She got up from her seat, a disbelieving look on her eyes, and threw herself towards him, hugging him so strongly that he could barely breathe. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Harry… Harry! I thought... We thought… Two of my sons in one day… I wouldn't have been able to… Oh, Merlin!"
He had no idea what to say, what to do, for he had never expected such a reaction from Mrs. Weasley. Of course, as he had never really had a mother to support him (and, needless to say, aunt Petunia had never been precisely motherly to him) Mrs. Weasley had always been the closest person he'd ever took for a mother. But, though he was aware that there was a very close bond between him and the Weasleys, and that they had proven to be more of a family than the Dursleys, his consanguineous relatives had ever shown, he never thought that they could actually take him as their son. And what was more, they didn't even blame him for the loss of Fred. He couldn't find words big enough to describe how grateful he was, and even if he found them, he was sure he wouldn't be able to use them, for he had a huge lump in his throat.
When they broke apart, he started looking for Ginny's eyes, but when he found them, she had a terrible, cruel look on her eyes. She got up from her seat next to Ron, who looked at her, astonished, and disappeared through the gates, after throwing at Harry one last look filled with hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, Jay Key Owns.
I really hope you like my very first attempt at fanfiction :) I know this chapter is really smal, but it's more of an introduction than a proper chapter so I promise the next ones will be longer.
Oh! And I know how this looks like, but no, Ginny's not jealous of her mom! haha
Please R/R? :) Thanks!
