Now with Lord Voldemort dead, and everyone celebrating, Harry still felt there was something else that needed to be done. Something missing in the nights events. He couldn't help but feel he could do more. That he should do more. So much had happened and all of it was his fault. So many were hurt or dead, because of him. After narrowly sneaking out of the Great Hall and heading toward the Room of Requirement; Harry was looking for something to get rid of this strange helpless feeling; Ron had asked, "Harry where are we going?" with and curious gaze upon his face. Harry didn't even know Ron was fallowing him; he was startled, but answered the question while walking at a brisk pace. His voice startled and off note. "Follow me, there's something I have to do." Not daring to look back at Ron, fearing the expression on his face.
"Harry! Ron! Where in blood hell are you two going?" yelled Hermione while chasing after them at a swift pace to keep up. Her robes swishing behind her. Almost the second after he told Ron that he had something to do.
"The Room of Requirement. Why?" exclaimed Harry worriedly, hoping that Voldemort hadn't come back from the dead.
"Everyone's ---- looking for you in ---- the Great Hall! Mrs. Weasley is ---- freaking out. You two were there one ---- moment then you disappeared." she said while leaning over, and taking in huge breaths, for the lack of them she had been taking.
"Well there going to have to wait." In a minute after saying this Harry had reached the disappearing doorway in which lied the Room of Requirement. They must have been walking faster than he had thought. Where the door in which they left behind earlier that night was no longer there. They had to walk three times by the empty wall wanting the cluttered room to come back. The door magically reappeared. Harry leading them, stepped into the ash covered room; which had an odd smell now. One that Harry couldn't put a name to. The room was still covered in things that people stashed in there. Some of these items smouldered, others completely destroyed. Looking around the room trying to find the one doorway which would help him find what he was looking for. Once he did, he strode over to it. And immediately Harry went searching for the chest in which he hid his Advanced Potion Making book the year before. Leaving the others in the main room wondering what he was looking for, and where he was going. He had found the chest and pulled the book out. Other than the smouldered edges the book was just as he left it. Just as old looking, with the scribbled writing on every page, made by the Half-Blood Prince.
Walking back in the direction of Ron and Hermione with the book in hand, Harry felt that he had to do this. "Why should that help us Harry you git? That bloody book has caused nothing but trouble." hissed Ron
"I read something in here that I need to use, but we've got to get back to the Great Hall and fast before it's too late." His voice with a sound of concern and panic.
Seeing their confused faces, Harry stormed out of the room. Not waiting to give an explanation to either of them; Harry set off to the Great Hall. Never once looking back at the others. He had read that within hours of someone's death they can be brought back, Harry wanted this to work. All his dad's friends were gone, but he didn't want them to be. These thoughts floated around in his head, wondering why he hadn't discovered the potions book two years earlier. As he kept thinking to himself he hadn't realized that the Great Hall was in front of him, he was concealed in his own thoughts rather than reality for the second time that night. The Great Hall was gloomy and lifeless, just as the bodies lying on the floor. The sky over-head showed the darkened feeling that hung in the air. There were some murmurs from loved ones saying their final good- byes. Once he got there, instead of joining the mourning Weasley's, Harry went over to his dead Professor's side. He stood there and first looked down at Snape for a brief moment and then opened the potions book. Snape looked as he had on any other occasion, except he wasn't sneering at Harry. He was lifeless, and still. Finding the page he started reading the incantation silently to himself. Sincerely hoping that it would work, and having the possibility of it not floating around him. Before Harry knew it Professor Snape's body rose. Not as a ghost or Inferi, but as it was before he was murdered. Still with the look of surprise and pain struck across his cold, stern face. His eyes glaring into Harry's. Something he had never done since Harry's first day at Hogwarts. Something that seemed to pierce into Harry's very soul. Everyone else in the hall stopped and stared at them both, some with horror struck faces others with utter bewilderment.
"How dare you? How could you? Why? --- Thank you Potter." exclaimed Snape hastily. With a sneer across his face, looking down at the book in Harry's hand, for Snape knew how Harry had brought him back.
"You're welcome Professor. But I was –er wondering if you would help me with the others? I can't do it single-handedly." Looking down the row of bodies lying on the floor. Half sick to his stomach and half wishing this day never happened.
"Oh but of course Potter. Let us go." The sneer still on his face. Snape walked away briskly, in the direction of the others.
Not knowing if he was dreaming or if this was actually happening, Harry stood there, astonished. Until he saw Snape helping the others, did he realized that this was not a dream. And he too began to help, bringing the others back. Between the two of them, it hadn't taken very long. After which Snape came over and made a copy of the potions book, keeping the original for himself. Harry was only grateful that Snape did this. For Snape could have done worse, using his Professor's book in the past was not in Harry's favour. And Snape could use it against him. But Harry could care less, he was no longer a student at Hogwarts, Snape couldn't do too much to him now.
A bright, blinding light came from no-where, breaking the silence yet again. "Harry, Harry James Potter! A message from the Ministry. You are here forth the temporary Minister of Magic. Please come to the Ministry tomorrow at midday. Thank you." and the messaging patronus vanished. Cheers were coming from every direction. Harry just stood there gazing at the spot in which the patronus had left. Ron and Hermione slapping him on the back. Fred and George hooting and hollering in the background. He was acting Minister of Magic. That could not be possible. But at this point anything could happen: For he had just killed Lord Voldemort. Anything could occur now. He had to wonder if the only reason he was acting Minister was because of the nights events, but shortly even that didn't matter.
"I'm swollen with pride to ask the hero of the eve, Harry James Potter to come forth and say a few words." shouted Mr. Weasley from the front of the Great Hall. Harry had no clue what to say, he wasn't ready to make a speech. At least not now, anyway. Too much had happened that night to recall any of it. But forced by the constant gaze of the crowd, Harry leisurely walked up to the podium from the back of the hall. Every eye still on him as he made his way. Not being able to see much in front of him, for the hall was greatly gloomy; from the night sky above, he stumbled only twice in the immensely dark, gloomy hall. Meeting his final destination of the podium. Harry stepped up in front of it.
"Thank you for your kind words Mr. Weasley. I don't know where to start; I guess I'd like to thank everyone who helped. Firstly Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, the members of Dumbledore's Army, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix. For without any of you tonight couldn't have been possible. You all showed great courage facing Lord Voldemort, and for that I am truly grateful. And I assure you as acting Minister; I will always be around during times of vast peril. Everyone here didn't have to risk their lives, I was the one who was meant to do so, but I thank you all again for your bravery, this wasn't an easy night for anyone. We all did the world both Muggle and Wizarding a great duty, ridding them both of Lord Voldemort.
"If you heard anything I was saying before Voldemort died, you should know that after I went into the forest; to risk my life, not a one of you could have been killed. Voldemort was powerful, just not as powerful as love —something he couldn't do himself. But please know that you'll never need to worry as long as I'm alive in your memories; the love can never die, and also meaning no Dark wizard could cause you to die either. My mum used the very same old magic on me, which is why Voldemort could never kill me. I had been loved, by many, he couldn't even touch me without causing himself great agony." Looking over at the Weasley's and Lupin with a wide grin upon his own face, in a sort of sheepish way.
"And lastly I'd like it to be said that anyone who was a former Death Eater, who would wish the Dark Mark gone from their arm, please join me by the podium. Knowing that if you come up, you've put that behind you, and you didn't act in tonight's quarrel. Thank you all, and please enjoy the food and drinks brought out by the wonderful house-elves of Hogwarts." His speech was made. Or at least his first of various ones were over anyway, he had a sick feeling they wouldn't end soon. But even so the crowd was cheering, for him.
As Harry made a stride over to the small clustered group next to him, a grave man walked through the door. From a distance his eyes looked smouldering grey, is hair mangled, clothes torn. He was of average height, and bared a smile upon his pale, thin face. As he got closer Harry could see him better. His hair was the colour of dirt, speckled with grey. He showed no sign of starvation, but looked as if he were home-less. Wearing torn robes. Other than his smile he looked quite out of place in the Great Hall. But what was as strange as anything, he had addressed Harry as an old friend.
"Dear 'Arry me boy. It's been some 'ime since I've seen you. 'Ow do you do?" shaking his hand wildly.
Harry who had never seen this man before looked bewildered. He didn't want to offend this man, but he was gravely curious. "I'm sorry sir. I –er didn't catch your name. What is it?" Harry asked this as politely as possible. Hoping the man would forgive himself.
"Oh, that's right me dear boy, you know me as the centaur Bane. But I am Sirius' younger brother, Regulus Black. Please call me Bane, though."
Astonished at who he was speaking to, Harry's face softened. Anyone near enough to hear them stopped talking and looked utterly shocked. But before he could speak Ron cut in. "Bloody hell, you're supposed to be dead!"
"Ah… smart boy. Yes I'm supposed to be dead. And you must be a Weasley, am I correct?" turning his head slightly at Ron.
"Well yes I am. May I ask how?"
But his time Harry cut Ron off. "Well what can I do for you then Bane?"
"I heard you say that anyone who wanted this utterly disturbing mark off their arm should meet you at the front of the hall. Am I correct Mr. Potter?"
"Oh but of course Bane, please follow me." Trying to use his up most respect and manners. Having Regulus there concerned Harry that he would not indeed have a place to stay, for Regulus was the true owner of the House of Black. But Harry did not bring this up right then, he had a job to do first. For the night air was thinning, a clear sign of day-break. And there was much to be done. The school needed repairs, and people needed talking to.
"Are we going to get on with this Potter?" cried Mr. Malfoy in his usual snippy tone, which he shared with his son.
"Oh but of course. Would you like to be first Mr. Malfoy?" Harry snapped back, his eyes as cold as they've ever been toward another person.
"Oh sure I'll go first. But make it fast. I must get home. I have things that need attending to do you understand Potter?" with an airy off-hand voice.
"Of course Mr. Malfoy I do understand, for I have the same needs. Let me find the page, and we will get started. Ah, here it is." After turning the pages vigorously to find the spell he was looking for.
"What kind of magic do you know that we do not Potter? We have more experiences than a seventeen year old." shot Mr. Malfoy coldly back to Harry, while staring him up and down, hoping he had stumped him.
"Just ask the Half-Blood Prince, Mr. Malfoy. If you don't trust me. I am sure it is due to the past, but I no longer feel anger toward you and your family." Harry had a smug look on his face now.
"Who is this Half-Blood Prince you speak of Potter? And where is he? Why isn't he here?"
Before Harry could answer Lucius, he was cut off. But not by Ron this time.
"He is Lucius. For I am the Half-Blood Prince. I can not perform this spell; Mr. Potter is quite capable of it. I do trust you believe me. " stated Snape in a sharp tone.
"Oh of course Severus and what is this about not having anger toward me Potter? All I've ever known is that you and Draco have quite a history for anger." Eyeing his son intently.
"Well after Narcissa saved me in the Forbidden Forest, this evening I can no longer hate. Plus the thing that made us different is gone. I'm a changed man Mr. Malfoy, for even the times have changed." Mr. Malfoy seemed flabbergasted at Harry's words as well as his tone. For Harry said this with great confidence and with a smile upon his face. Knowing it would bother Mr. Malfoy, who like his son, loved to stump him.
"What do you mean Narcissa saved you Potter?" Looking wildly around for his wife. Completely oblivious to what happened earlier that night.
"Well don't you remember while we in the forest Voldemort asked her to check if I was dead or not? All she needed to know was if Draco was alive," pointing at Draco as he was saying this "since he was, I told her yes. She in return told Voldemort I was a goner. If she hadn't he surely would've killed me. And we wouldn't be having this conversation." At this Mr. Malfoy's smile disappeared from his face. He motioned for Harry to get on with the spell. And so he did so, making sure it worked first on Mr. Malfoy then the others. Soon everyone who was standing there was rid of the mark. And the eve drone on yet again.
Going toward the podium again Harry had another thing to say to everyone in the Great Hall. "Please if those of you who are still here, could you help myself and the Head Mistress repair the north tower as well as the whole north side? And anyone who does not wish to work the north side, if you could please help repair the entrance hall and the Great Hall? That would be very grateful, and helpful if you could. Thank you. I'll take the Great Hall and entrance hall areas, Minerva will take the North side." As everyone started toward groups to help Professor McGonagall and Harry. Harry feeling weird for calling Professor McGonagall by her first name, stood there, watching everyone leading off towards their designated areas.
After Harry walked down from the podium he was questioned. "Well Minister, what would you like for us to do?" asked Mr. Weasley.
Still shocked at being called Minister Harry responded slowly, looking for the man Mr. Weasley was speaking of; realizing it was him. "Well I'd like it if you Percy and Charlie would like to come to the Ministry with me this afternoon? I'm going to need you. Oh and Ron I'd like you to come also."
"Alright we can do that. May I ask why Harry?"
"You'll know once we get there Mr. Weasley. I don't want to spoil anything." With a little smirk upon his face.
At that Mr. Weasley nearly shrugged, and nodded at Harry. He said no more, but a smile came to his own face. As though he knew what Harry had been planning. As acting Minister Harry could appoint anyone he wished to where he wanted. So he was going to seize that opportunity that afternoon.
For now the sun was peeking over the horizon now. Making the sunny, orange and yellow glow meet the once dark blue sky. The mist was leaving the grounds. It looked as if it would be a wonderful day. There had not been many of these during this past year. But now that Voldemort has been taken down, there should be clear blue skies. Harry could feel the warmth of the wising sun on his scar, which no longer hurt him.
"Harry are you alright?" asked Ginny disturbing Harry's daydreams.
"Oh I'm fine, just looking at what a beautiful day it will be. And at how much work is yet to come. I'm not sure I want to be acting Minister. What if I do something wrong?" Letting his feelings and thoughts out to Ginny as if she was a pensieve.
"Oh Harry, we all make mistakes, but you've already rid us of Voldemort. You can, no you will be a great acting Minister. Do you have anyone planned to take your position? I know it's a lot to think about." Saying this as she grabbed his right hand into hers, squeezing it tight.
Surprised that she said his name, he continued. "There is but one person I'd love to see as Minister. And I think he will do a fantastic job. I have all the faith in him." Giving her a definite stare, so she would understand whom he was speaking of.
As Harry and Ginny were finishing their conversation, Lupin came over to talk to Harry. "Hello Harry, I must thank you. Even though I knew you'd take great care of Teddy. I'm glad to be back. All the repairs have been made. The school is back to normal. I'm not sure I will be though." With a look of utter defeat upon his face.
"Lupin, how would you like to be a teacher here at Hogwarts again?" Hoping that would cheer up Lupin.
"Ah... well –er what positions are open?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration."
"I'll take Transfiguration if you take DADA."
"I see, I must say I'll take you up on our offer. I will teach here at Hogwarts next term. I can't argue the fact that I was always good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, partly owed to you, partly to Voldemort. He made me want to learn how to fight, and to get better at what I already knew." Not knowing what else to say he then asked, "Have you seen Regulus? I must talk to him."
"He's over there talking to Severus. And I'm glad to know you'll be working here. But I need to ask you –er if Tonks, Teddy, and I can stay with you? Honestly I never thought I'd have to ask my best friends' son if I could stay with him, but I have no where else to stay."
"Well that –er is why I must talk to Regulus, he's a Black. The house is truly his. If I get the house you're welcome to stay, as long as you need. I dare say my dad would be very disappointed if I said no. We have the room and you're welcome to stay, no need to ask."
Just after saying this Regulus had come striding over to where Harry and Lupin were talking as if he could read their minds. "'Arry, I would love it if you would come and visit me this summer in the forest." As Harry's face turned as though something was on his mind, Regulus continued. "I know that look, you still own the House of Black Harry. I'm 'dead', don't you remember? It's all yours." Seeing Lupin's face brighten up, he patted him on the shoulder.
"I'll be sure to visit, once the new term starts. I'm teaching here at Hogwarts next year." seeing the look on Regulus' face as he said this, his eyes widening and his forehead cringing. Regulus said his good-byes and went back to the form of the centaur Bane, to return to the forest. Harry was glad that he would not have to worry about where to stay. Or where Lupin, Tonks and Teddy would stay. A huge burden was taken off of this shoulders.
Sooner than he could've hoped he, Charlie, Ron, Percy and Mr. Weasley were heading toward the Ministry of Magic, for their midday appointment. Satisfied at what he was going to do, Harry was looking forward to straightening things out. He was hoping that there wouldn't be a crowd, that was until they stepped foot into the Ministry.
"'Ello Mr. Potter. Ah I'm sorry 'ello Minister." said one Ministry worker.
"Welcome 'Arry" called yet another.
"'Morin' Minister. Fine day ain't it?" said a man of all too familiar looks.
All the while walking into the Ministry these were the only things Harry heard. Once in the wing of his newly found office, shouts of congratulations, and welcomes were overheard by the flashing of the cameras. News reporters from places all over the Wizarding community were shouting out questions. Putting his wand to his throat. "I am gravely sorry to you all, but right now is not the time for me to answer your questions. I will be happy to answer them at a later time. Thank you." said Harry as he walked through the crowd. And he whispered to Percy; "Percy, I'd like it if you would continue to be the Minister's assistant. You are good at it, and I could think of not a more perfect job for you here. Please consider it, will you?"
"Well of course Harry, I'd love to. Would you like me to get these reporters names, for future interviews?"
"That sounds very good, very good indeed, thank you Percy." shocked and taken back at his fast response.
And with that Percy set off to get names, and countries of the many reporters surrounding the water fountain. As Harry then whispered to Ron; "Ron can you go and empty your dad's desk for me? And then take the stuff here, to the front desk?"
"What? Are you firing my dad?" Ron said with a bit of concern.
"I could never do such a thing Ron, I'm reappointing him."
"Oh well –er okay. I'll be back then." And Ron strode off toward his dad's old office.
"I'd like Mr. Weasley to come with me, once Ron comes back, so he can see his new office. Mr. Weasley, I'm promoting you to Minister of Magic once I am done here. Charlie, I'd like you to be head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
Mr. Weasley who looked utterly shocked merely nodded in approval holding back his excitement. Charlie hugged Harry in thanks. Knowing well that everyone was watching and snapping photos but he didn't seem to care much. The excitement was too much. He had to let it all out. And Harry was the closest person to him. Soon Ron had come back to the front desk with all his dad's possessions from his former office in a box. And soon all of them were walking to the Minister's office. The door read 'Harry Potter-Acting Minister of Magic' and 'Arthur Weasley-Future Minister of Magic.'
"Well Mr. Weasley, make yourself comfortable in your new desk. I won't need to use it; I'm only here to get things situated."
"Ah well Harry I really must thank you, I would normally turn down this generous offer, but from you, I cannot. Please are you staying for the summer holiday?"
"Um sorry Mr. Weasley but I have to tend to my house, this summer. But you know your welcome to come by there anytime."
"But you are staying until you have your things collected am I correct Harry. And we must get your things from your Uncle and Aunt's old house before you go anywhere. Understood?"
"Yes I understand Mr. Weasley and I would be glad to stay with you until things get worked out. Thank you."
The afternoon went smoothly after this. Things just fell into place. Harry went and made sure that no one was in use of Dark Magic. Harry always wanting to be an Auror was able to identify if anyone if they were in pursuit of Dark Magic; and he found not a trace. This completely satisfied him. He never wanted to come across any if he could help it. After everything that has happened, he did not need more but he didn't fear any if he had found it. Harry appointed Kingsley to the Head- Auror position, giving him a nice new office. The positions that were once held by Death Eaters were filled, some went in the paper for a job search.
Soon they apperated back to the Burrow for a late dinner. And to start on some much needed sleep. When they all arrived to the house Mrs. Weasley had a nice meal set out for them; hot tea brewing over the fire, ready for them. Fred and George were still awake, talking about the shop. "Good, I was getting worried. Your hands on the clock stayed on 'work' for quite some time. I thought you would never come home. Sit and eat some. Harry your in Ron's room dear. Fred, George you two will stay in your own room." Saying this with a firm tone. "Percy and Charlie you're to share Percy's room. I've already made the arrangements and your things are all there. Now eat!"
Harry suddenly looked at the clock; his own name was on a hand as well as Hermione's. All the hands were facing 'home' a much better state then 'mortal danger.' The meal in which Mrs. Weasley made was delicious. Harry hadn't had something this good in such a long time. He kept eating, and finally after his fourth helping he was done. "Ginny, may I have a word with you, alone please." giving Ron a grave look, saying 'leave.' Soon after Harry said this everyone had started clearing out of the room. Leaving Harry and Ginny alone.
"What did you wish to talk about?"
But Harry didn't answer; he grabbed Ginny around the waist and pulled her close to him. His arms wrapped around her tightly as if she was going to fall otherwise. There they were in the now empty kitchen of the Burrow snogging. Not wanting it to end, next thing he knew Fred came running toward them. Shocked he said "Ron and Hermione are up in the hall snogging each other. But it looks like their not the only ones. I think I'll go now." with a look of great gratefulness and satisfaction upon his grinning face.
Then Fred, tracing his steps, ran back upstairs to tell George what he just saw. Soon enough the whole house knew what happened. And Harry and Ginny's privacy was ruined. Mrs. Weasley was crying and saying her little girl was growing up too fast. But soon enough Ron got everyone out of the kitchen so that they could continue. "Come on guys lets leave them alone to 'talk'" he had said. Once everyone was out of ear shot they continued. The whole time Harry was looking for some Extendable Ears, but couldn't find any.
"Is there actually something you want to 'talk' about Harry? And this time can I get an answer instead of being snogged?"
"You didn't like it?" a look of great puzzlement upon his shadowy face.
"Of course I liked it, it was just a little unexpected, from you anyway giving the days events."
"Alright then." Shrugging off her response. "I'm not going to be staying here long. I'm going back to number twelve Grimmauld Place, and I wanted to know if you would come with me?"
"I…I would love to Harry, but my mum and dad."
"Your dad already knows that I'm going back. And it's not going to be just us, Ron and Hermione are coming, as well as Lupin, Tonks and Teddy." Hoping that this would convince her. Realizing that it had.
So they sat down on the couch and made arrangements for the summer. Making sure that they get family time, as well as alone time. Also making sure they get to Diagon Alley for school books. Harry promised that everything Ginny would need for school would be provided to her. At this they made their way back to their rooms, to get their much needed rest. Harry could not sleep, all he was thinking about was what he was going to do this summer. Snape had given him the counter jinx to get things off the walls. So he would need to get rid of Sirius' mum first thing.
The next day; after needed sleep Mr. Weasley took Harry back to number four Private Drive to get the things of his that he had left behind. The sky was blue with small scattered clouds, birds flying and singing sweet melodies. Once he got there Harry could tell that no one had been there since they left almost a year ago. The lawn was unkempt, the door faded. He stepped inside to the familiar house. Nothing had been touched or moved. It looked as if someone just froze everything to where it was. Yet everything was covered in dust, just like Grimmauld Place had not too long ago. Walking up the stairs, making sure to skip the creaking ones, as he always had, Harry made way to his old room. Once in his own room he saw his old school books were still pilled in the corner. They however were touched; for now they were standing in order, rather than thrown there. But they were all there, so he packed them away, and moved to what was once his hiding place, the lose floor board under his bed. There was still some parchment and old quills lying there, next to empty ink bottles. Underneath them was all the letters he had gotten from everybody. All of them crinkled with some dirt on the one at the bottom of the pile. There were even some left-over owl pellets under the board.
Not wanting to read them all right then, he put those too in his bag and continued. Seeing his old home like this was worse than living in the cupboard under the stairs. He had never seen the house so empty and still. He suddenly wondered where Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were. "Mr. Weasley do you know where they were taken?"
"Um Harry I'm not very sure. Tonks may know. Do you need anything else here Harry?"
"No, I've got all my things."
Leaving behind any trace of his childhood that was in that house, yet for another time, hit Harry hard. Though it had never been a pleasant home, he had after all, a family that once lived there too. Again he couldn't help but wonder if they felt the same way as he did right then. Possibly never going to see the house again, made his heart drop. Harry had never felt bad for leaving that house, but seeing it like this brought that feeling out of him. Maybe what Cornelius Fudge had said before his third year was correct…deep down Harry loved the Dursley's.
"Well now that I have everything, we'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Grimmauld Place." Seeing Mrs. Weasley crying made Harry feel bad. "Mrs. Weasley its okay I'll come back and you can always visit us. You know you're always welcome to." It had been a few days, which felt like months, Harry knew Mrs. Weasley would keep them as long as possible. But that that night was the time to go. The summer holiday was going by faster than he had hoped, and he had things he needed to get done.
"I know Harry, it's just that I always thought of you as another son. And now you're leaving. But I'll be fine Harry, don't worry." Weeping slightly while saying this.
"You know you're like my second mum Mrs. Weasley. I'm not leaving forever. I could never do that to my family." noticing the look on her face, Harry gave her a hug. Mrs. Weasley started crying even more. But after some time of Harry comforting her, she had stopped. And she agreed that they could leave that afternoon.