Chapter 2
The three of us are left in the room. None of us say anything. This is when I realize that Hermione is the reason why these boys have been able to speak with me. Both of them didn't know how to deal with me or with the situation. Well, I didn't know either. Hermione was the one who made the trio come talk with me. And they have been immensely helpful.
"HARRY! RON! What in the name of Merlin is this?" came a screeching yell from Hermione from the room upstairs, which I am guessing is Ron and Harry's room. They no longer use the top attic as their rooms. Mum and Dad sort of renovated the house. They enlarged Bill and Charlie's room, since both of them no longer stay here and have nice pleasant houses of their own. Harry and Ron now use their room. Their old room has been now turned into a guest cum storage room. Whenever we have extra people coming in, we use it, and if not, we keep Pig and Erroll there.
Ron whispers, "Oh no! Harry! You prat! Don't tell me you left that uh- stuff just lying around?" Harry and Ron both have clearly done something they shouldn't have, or rather; they were hiding something from Hermione which she has most probably found out.
Harry hisses "Ron you did it! You transported them to our room but you couldn't you have put them into hiding or something?" These two. Honestly.
I speak up "Um both of you, instead of bickering over here, why don't you go up there and maybe, I dunno, fix this?"
"Right you are! Later, then! And don't forget to think over what we spoke to you about!" Harry says breathlessly and they both disappear with a crackling noise. They are yet to learn to apparate properly in crisis.
I go out of the room as well and shuffle back into our room. No. It no longer is "ours". My room, I prompt myself. As I enter, I go sit on the bed, my bed. The room is kept just as it is. Mum doesn't clean this room. The Trio and Ginny, do it together. Mum pleads with us to let her do it, but Dad has put his foot down that she will do no such thing until and unless he feels she will be able to handle cleaning our room again. "there is no 'our' George" I chide myself," it's only yours- my room." Maybe that's why she is much better now. It is actually Ginny and Hermione who do most of the cleaning, the boys just linger around. Let's face it, they are boys. What else are we to expect?
"Intruding Georgie?" Ginny says poking her head from behind the door. "Come in", I call her inside. "Yeah right. Like I wouldn't have if you didn't allow me to", she comes and sits on the bed. I toss her a pillow and she leans on the other side of the bed so she is directly opposite to me. She is beautiful. She is slim, with straight sleek red-hair like the rest of us. She's of an average height, only a few inches shorter than Hermione, and is the best sister anyone can ever ask for. "Did you hear them?" she asks," those three?"
"Well, no. I only heard Hermione yell", I tell her.
"Good for you. I wish I hadn't too. Merlin knows what those two boys have done, right or wrong doesn't matter. If they hid it from her, she will bite their heads off" she says. We both laugh.
"I hope they are smart enough to save their arses. But don't you know? I mean, Harry must've told you," I ask her.
She says," Right, like he would tell me anything before telling Ron and Hermione first. No, I don't know what they are up to." It is true. The trio was so close that if anyone even mildly hinted to hurt anyone, the other would avada kedavara that person without a second thought. It's exactly like the Marauders. Or I have to say they are even closer than them. Gin doesn't interrupt my thoughts. That's one good thing about her, among the others.
She says, and like she reads my mind and knows I have done my thinking, "I have always envied them." She is right. "I think everyone in the Wizarding World does, Gin", I tell her.
She says "But I can say we are a part of them. They have taken all us Weasley's and Neville and Luna in with them.
"I guess so", I thought she was only partly correct. And yet again, like reading my mind she continues," I know. The Golden Trio will always be the Golden Trio. No matter how many friends they take into their ingroup".
We both smile, silently. She looks up on the ceiling, lost in thought, I let her be.
