Author's Note: Thank you to all that read the last chapter, and to those few that took the time to review, follow or favourite! It means a lot even just to know if people are reading:)The next couple of chapters may be slightly uneventful, but they're short and are building up to something so bear with me!The disclaimer in the first chapter is a blanket disclaimer for the entire story.

Chapter II - Leave Taking

The next few hours were spent helping with sending the other students home, visiting the wounded in the hopital wing and organising a memorial ceremony for those that had died. Harry, Ron and Hermione were so busy throughout the day that it wasn't until dinner in the Great Hall that they found time to converse those they had not yet spoken to since the battle.

"Ginny!"

Harry spotted her at the far end of the Gryffindor table talking to Luna, who was wearing her lion hat and radish earrings. He also noticed a blood-stained bandage on Luna's forehead.

"Harry!" Ginny stood up and hugged him.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked Luna once he pulled away from Ginny.

"Only a little bruise, it does hurt a bit, but that's probably because of the nargles that are buzzing around my ears, they like radishes, you know!" Luna replied brightly. Harry sat down wondering vaguely about Nargles and Crumpled Horn Snorkacks. As he glanced down the table, lined with chattering students, their parents and Aurors, he noticed George, who appeared not to be listening to Lee Jordan, who was talking animatedly next to him. Harry felt a pang of guilt and realised it was partly his fault that the entire Weasley family was mourning over the death of Fred.

The following day passed in a blur. There was a memorial ceremony to attend, students to meet and bid goodbye to and then there was returning home...up until now Harry hadn't thought about where he would go, but now as he watched his friends leaving, he wondered if he would have to return to Grimmauld Place alone. Even the thought made him feel depressed.

"Are you ready to leave Harry?" Harry turned and saw Mrs. Weasley standing behind him with a small handbag slung over her shoulder."I have all your things in here" She patted the small bag.

"Oh I er- yes I suppose I'm ready then" Harry was so happy he could scarcely speak.

Harry, Hermione and the entire Weasley family including Fleur (and Percy, who had been quite readily forgiven by both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley) returned to the Burrow by apparitition. After a rather quick and silent dinner, everyone trudged off to bed. Harry listened for a few hours to Ron's loud snoring before getting up and making his way back downstairs. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he heard somebody move in the next room. Drawing his wand, Harry creeped in to the sitting room and collided with George, who appeared to have been doing the same thing.

"George!"

"Harry?" They cried in unison.

"What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep, what with Ron's snoring,"

"Try sharing with Charlie! I think he inherits his snores from his dragons!"

George managed a small chuckle as he said this. Harry looked at him sadly in the half light and wondered if George would ever be the same again.