*The Final Battle is over. After recovering, the survivors take the train back to London, which is where our story begins. In Ginny's Point of View*
Ron, Hermione, Harry and I all file onto the train. By luck, there is an open compartment to our right, so we sit down- Ron and Hermione on one side, Harry and I on the other. I am not thoroughly pleased about that, because, as much as I love him, we aren't going out. And I don't know if he even likes me anymore. I lean my head on the wall and sigh. Hermione watches me, and then looks back at the others. 'So what happens now?' Ron answers first. 'I guess you're both coming back to the Burrow with me and Ginny. I look up at my name. 'Absolutely! Hermione, you can't go anywhere until you've got a plan to find your parents, and Harry, where else would you go?' 'Sirius's, I guess.' Hermione answers. 'Harry, Ginny's right. We need a plan of action, and the best place to plan, is the Burrow.' 'But-' I am getting kind of annoyed by know. 'Harry, you're coming home with Ron and I. That's Final.' 'Okay! Fine!'
I lean my head against the wall again, closing my eyes. 'Do you think that Hogwarts will be open again next year?' 'I hope so, Gin, I hope so.' Ron's voice was as comforting as his voice can get.
'We should all try to get some sleep. It'll be dark soon, and we've all had a very tiring day.' Hermione yawns at the end of her sentence. 'You're right, of course.' Harry reaches up and gets some blankets. He gives one to Ron and Hermione, who are sitting with Ron leaning back and Hermione leaning on his shoulder, and he puts one over me. It is the last thing I remember before falling into peaceful oblivion…
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