Harry looked into the wind, leaves rustling past his legs. The graveyard was desolate, as it was pretty much every day. Except for earlier. Fred and the rest who had perished in the Battle of Hogwarts had been laid to rest. Harry turned and looked at the new white marble stones, marking every one of their names. Some had been buried separately, upon the wishes of their parents. The Funeral was nice, very tastefully done, except the outburst of Human Canaries at the buffet. George never knew when to take things seriously. Maybe it was his way to deal with grief. He walked past the White tombstones, and came upon some older ones. The ones of his parents. He laid down a bunch of flowers, and smiled. They would have been proud of him.
"Harry! Come on, We're all going back to The Burrow" Shouted a voice. Harry turned and saw Ron's red hair, and him waving. He smiled to himself again. At least Ron and Hermione hadn't died. And Ginny His brain reminded him. He buttoned up his coat and walked over to Ron, who was there with Hermione. Ron slapped Harry's back and indicated to get in the Ministry car. He got in, closely followed by Hermione, and then Ron.
"The Burrow, mate." Ron said to the driver.
"Yeah, Sure thing." And the car set off into the quite street, the main road of Godric's Hollow. Many had been buried there because this place was the start of things.
The Drive was considerably short, but maybe it was the fact that Harry had fallen asleep that it went so quickly. The Burrow had all lights on the ground floor lit, and the silhouettes of the family were seen on the curtains. They trudged through the grassy lawn and in through the kitchen door. A plate of sandwiches were left on the table, and Ron grabbed one instantly. Hermione looked at him.
"What? I'm Hungry OK?" Ron exclaimed, muffled by the bread in the his mouth.
"Your never satisfied are you?" Hermione laughed, and Ron looked at her with a glint in his eye. He swallowed and looked at her again
"I am now I am with you." Ron lent in to kiss Hermione, and Hermione reluctantly gave in.
"Get a room will you!" Ginny had just entered the Kitchen, and she mocked disgust, before grabbing Harry by the hand and leading him into the Living Room. The room was packed. Mr and Mrs Weasley had taken the Arm Chairs, and Bill, Charlie and Percy had taken the Sofa. Ginny had placed two chairs by the Radio, one with her Cardigan on, and one he thought was meant for him. They both sat down and Ron entered.
"Where's George?" Ron asked.
"Went Home, didn't he" Bill replied
"I thought he was staying here tonight"
"Where would he be?" Ron didn't answer. He was eating a sweet, which had just been left on the mantelpiece. Minutes later, Ron was shouting. His tongue had lengthened and he was choking. Mr Weasley got up and prodded Ron's tongue with his Wand. Ron grinned when his tongue went back to normal length.
"Even in death, he's causing trouble" Sighed Mrs Weasley. She glance at the clock and gasped. "Oh, come everyone, look at the time. Bed. Now!" Everyone got up and walked up the stairs, the number lowering as the House got higher. At last Ron and Harry had found Ron's room, and it had not changed. Updated posters of the Chudley Cannons where plastered around the room, Pigwidgeon's cage was on the top of his wardrobe, and Ron's bedspread was bright Orange. Harry got into his pyjamas and got into the second most favourite bed in his life, the first being Hogwarts' bed. He smiled, and fell asleep, dreaming of returning to Hogwarts.