I should probably be continuing Pistrinum (I swear I'm finishing the next chapter, guys), but it's May 2nd and that can only mean one thing: Back to where it all started, alias, Battle of Hogwarts.
It's that time of the year where I return to the basics, back to where I was a small girl and waited for my Hogwarts letter (I'm still waiting, tho), so while rereading Deathly Hallows I remembered that today is the 19th anniversary of the battle!
So here's a small drabble in honor of all those characters that we love so much.
Harry James Potter woke up that day in another bed, not remembering when did he fall asleep. Next to him, Ginevra Potter was sleeping, but not peacefully like she used to, since even with her eyes closed, some teardrops could find their way out.
Harry looked at the small calendar near the nightstand. Suddenly, he remembered everything.
The day before, he, Ginny and the kids had left Grimmuald Place and had arrived at The Burrow. All the other family members did the same, it was a tradition.
The Weasleys were a united family, they were the type of family that no matter what differences they had, they would be at peace at the next reunion. They were famous for the big sleepovers they had, specially by the amount of kids that would reunite in them (they weren't called Generation Two for nothing, Arthur and Molly Weasley had many grandchildren). But this time of the year was different.
This time, for a whole day, none of the adults would go to work. Hogwarts students received a special holiday. Visitor hours at St. Mungos didn't have a limit. It was as if the world slowed down just for that day.
Ginny woke up screaming, looking around her and having a hard time trying to breath. She felt as if everything she saw could disappear in an instant, even her husband, who was trying to calm her down and telling her that she was safe, that they were safe.
-"I'm just glad you are alive"- she said, tears falling down.
Once Ginny had calmed, the couple decided to have breakfast. They decided not to wake up their kids, since God knows when did they went to bed.
In the hallway they met Bill and Fleur. Words were not exchanged, just a half-hearted smile and a small wave that meant "Good morning". Fleur's beautiful eyes were puffed, and Bill's scars seem to hurt him more than other days.
The kitchen was silent, despite most of the adults being there. Only one person was missing, but no one had the heart to wake up Molly Weasley, not that morning. Every time a figure appeared in the kitchen, everyone would turn their head to see if it was Molly, but once they realized it was another person, their hearts would be at ease and they would return to make or drink coffee.
-"May 2 must be more difficult for her than for all of us"- Audrey Weasley whispered. Angelina looked at a man near the kitchen's window, a man without an ear, a man who was incomplete and who preferred to be alone until his mother appeared.
-"It must be indeed, loosing a son is a deep sorrow"- Percy agreed, clutching the cup he had in his hands. George stopped looking outside of the window and turned his gaze to his older brother, knowing what he was feeling at that moment.
-"Fred wouldn't want this"- George suddenly said -"You all know this, he would be laughing at us for being this silent"-
-"No, he would have launched an Exploding Snap right in the middle of the table!"- Ron continued.
Suddenly, the conversation continued, and as more adults joined in, more memories where shared, not only those with Fred, obviously, some childhood roast here and there, or from their Hogwarts days; sometimes, memories of the war would find a way to sneak in the conversation, and while the atmosphere would turn heavy for some minutes, someone would find a happy memory and the conversation would flow again.
Even after Molly arrived, the good vibe that surrounded the kitchen let her smile a bit. Yes, it hurt not having Fred around, but after seeing the way that her children light up, she wanted to light up as well.
The only one who couldn't smile was Harry. The boy who lived. He could be happy on May 1st, or on May 3rd, but not that day. Not when all the day, the fallen bodies appeared before him. He saw Hermione and his friends' (now family's) scars. He could see the sorrow in the parents and the kids face when telling them that their relatives wouldn't return again. He still believed it was his fault.
Another person who didn't like that day was Victoire Weasley. She hadn't ask to be borned on that day. While she never had a present-less birthday, she felt as if no one thought she was having a hard time deciding if it was morale okay to celebrate her birthday since it was the same day her uncle died.
Maybe she didn't expected to receive nothing this year, her family had been acting a bit strange this past days. That's why she was so suprised when there was a big cake and a banner saying Happy 17th Birthday, Victoire!
Okay that was all. A bit odd, maybe, but I actually fall asleep while doing this, Haha. Happy (now late) May 2nd guys!