Ginny's POV:
It's so quiet. I can hear myself think. I can sleep without pushing a pillow over my ears. I wished for silence once. But not this kind of silence. Never this. This isn't calm, soothing silence; it's empty.
It's been nearly four months since Fred died, and nothing has returned to normal. Things have gotten better, but now, in the quiet morning hours, it all comes rushing back. George, of course, was hit the worst. He works the shop still, he jokes around still, but its like half of him is missing. It's not as lively without Fred. George is coping though, mostly for Mum's sake, but he'll never be the same. None of us will. But life goes on.
The whole world's changed, and I'm glad that Fred had a part in creating this new world. Kingsley's minister now, at least temporarily, but he's doing a fantastic job. Everyone is celebrating, though some, like us, are wishing a loved one was there to celebrate with them. People are so much less scared now, firstly because of Voldemort's absence, but also because his demise showed everyone that the seemingly undefeatable people, such as the few remaining Death Eaters, can in fact be defeated. Most Death Eaters are locked up anyways, so people don't have to worry about them at all.
And how do I feel right now? Extraordinarily hungry.
"Good morning Harry boy who lived and lived again, and killed Lord Voldemort, and got an order of Merlin first class, and still has to steal food from our kitchen Potter" I said brightly to my groggy friend (yes, just friend) who was sitting at the kitchen table.
"You're up early," I stated, moving to sit next to him. Harry grunted a reply, staring at his plate and letting his head fall next to it. He rolled it slightly to look up at me. I laughed as his head went onto his plate and a look of disgust came across his face. I laughed harder as he put one hand up to test the extent of the damage.
"C'mere," I said, "I'll get it out." He turned away from me so I could see the back of his head better.
"Thanks Ginny". He grinned ashamedly. I ran a hand through his hair, while slowly dipping my other one in the jelly jar. I grabbed a handful of jelly, grinning as it squelched through my fingers. Before he turned back around, I raised it and dumped it on his head. He gasped before turning slowly.
"Ginny…" he said through gritted teeth, drawing my name out.
"I thought maybe we could gel your hair. Maybe." I said innocently (when I said just friend, I meant we had a flirtatious friendship).
"Really?" he asked, "Aw, Ginny, you take such good care of me." I saw him reach across the table and backed away. He grabbed my wrist, and held on tight, a wicked smile slowly taking over his handsome features. I opened my mouth to protest, but was unable to speak as he dumped syrup on my head. Syrup! Sticky, messy, syrup. IN MY HAIR. It was on. I wiped my eyes, the sticky substance forming a web as I pulled my hand away. I glared at Harry, who promptly disapparated.
"Not fair!" I shouted at the empty air, before hearing a crack on behind me and whipping around. I saw Harry briefly, as he grabbed a jug of orange juice. I dove under the table just before I heard another crack as Harry apparated a foot away from where I had been. He looked around, confused for a moment, before I grabbed his knees and he fell. Unfortunately, he fell right on top of me, and the juice splashed all over us. I reached up and grabbed the butter, laughing as I smashed it on his face. He rolled off me, and wiped some butter off his face and onto mine. I flicked my hair in his face, smearing syrup on it. He jumped over the table. I rose slowly, crouching behind a chair. I peered around it and saw his eyes barely above the table edge. We looked at each other, before I saw the smile starting in his eyes just before he sprang up. I ducked down quickly, hands over my sticky head. Harry had anticipated this, and slid under the table to greet me with applesauce in my face. I screamed in laughter and smeared eggs on his face. He tackled me blindly, forcing me on the food covered floor. The combination of laughing and Harry's weight on top of me made it hard for me to breathe.
"Surrender," he demanded.
I shook my head and spit a mouthful of applesauce at him. He gasped, laughing, and wiped his face, gathering and odd combination of food, which he wiped back on me. I laughed harder.
He suddenly got still and placed a finger to his lips. I stuffed my fist in my mouth and listened. I heard it too, footsteps coming down the stairs, accompanied by Ron's loud, long yawn. Harry sprang up, bewildered. I rolled under the table. Which was stupid. Really, who hides under a table? A six year old? Stupid ones maybe. Ron's feet came into my view.
"Woah. What happened here Harry?" He ducked down to look at me, "Ginny". I climbed out, slipping on the mess, and smiled innocently.
"Don't worry, Mum'll never know."
"I'm not worried about that" he said sadly, looking between Harry and I. "I just want some food."
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