Notes-Hi guys, here's chapter 3, just wanted to say thanks for reading, I can't believe that I have people reading this! Please continue reading. I would also love some feedback on it or suggestions of what to do with it next! Massive thanks to the ruinerofeverything and KatoftheKittyVariety for spell check and not getting to mad at me for getting very excited about this! :)

Chapter 3

Hermione was now sitting next to Harry, eating her Breakfast in silence. Harry found the quiet very nice. After all that had happened over the last couple of days, it was nice to be calm. He couldn't tell if Hermione felt the same but he didn't ask. He knew that the silence couldn't last too long. It wouldn't be long before he was pushed back out into the limelight again. The press were having a field day with Voldemort death and he received an owl this morning from McGonagall saying that at least 65 owls had arrived at Hogwarts since he left requesting interviews and she would like to know if she had his permission to burn them. Harry had immediately written back to definitely give his permission. He took the owl that McGonagall had sent him and sent it back to Hogwarts with his letter, but it felt strange. Harry watched as the tawny owl started to fly away and he couldn't help reminiscing about Hedwig. He'd only sent a few letters after her death and he missed her. She had been with him all through his life at Hogwarts and those horrible summers at the Dursley's. Hedwig was one of the first birthday presents he received, or least that he could remember. He could remember his joy every time she entered the great hall with a letter or a package for him. There had been many times when she had seemed like the only one who could understand him, even though he knew she never could, she was an owl. But she was always reliable and he missed having her around. Harry got up and went upstairs to find his shoes. He had to do something, distract himself. He knew that if he just sat alone with his thoughts then they would get to him and he would spend what seems like forever stuck in what ifs and feeling sorry for himself, and he could afford to do that, not now. He called downstairs to Hermione and within 10 minutes they were ready to leave for The Burrow. They needed to check how the Weasleys were getting along.

Harry and Hermione apparated to the closest point they could get to The Burrow and walked up to the front door in silence. Harry thought about making conversation but he had nothing to say. Even after everything that had happened in the last couple of days, he was at a loss for words. He felt comforted to know that she was there, her presence was enough. The last thing he needed right now was a really awkward conversation which would just put him on edge. Hermione knocked at the door and Percy answered it. Harry could tell that he hadn't slept much, but then that wasn't surprising. He gesture them to come in and then promptly left the room. No one was in the living room.
"Maybe we should try Ron's room?" Hermione suggested in a hushed voice.
Harry nodded in agreement. They made their way up the characteristically wonky staircase, and as they passed Ginny's room, Harry couldn't help but picture Ginny on the other side of the door, curled up in bed, red puffy eyes after thinking about Fred and how she wanted him back. Harry wanted nothing more that to walk into her room and hug her and tell her that everything was going to be alright, but he decided against it. It may look a little odd, he thought, barging into a girl's bedroom after the death of her brother. So he continued up the stairs to Ron's room.

Harry knocked and waited for Ron. But he didn't come to the door. Harry knocked again and this time it was met with a groan. Harry took this as a come in, after looking hesitantly at Hermione. However, when they opened the door, Ron was fast asleep, lying half on, half off his bed with his mouth wide open dribbling everywhere.
"Well, that's attractive!" said Hermione after a second.
Harry muffled his laughter.
"Come on Ron, up you get!" Harry said, pulling his best friend back onto the bed. Ron grunted and mumbled some inaudible words in his sleep. When he eventually opened his eyes, he looked relieved that Harry and Hermione were there.
"Hi."
"Hello."
"How long have you been here?"
"About five minutes or so."
At this point, Ron's stomach let out a loud rumble, causing them all to smile.
"Why did they close Hogwarts for the summer early? I could have done with the free food."
"Haven't you eaten?" Hermione exclaimed
"Well, mum's hardly been out her room and I tried, but cooking is hard. In all our six years of Hogwarts, you'd have thought that they'd teach us at least one spell to fry something! But no, we have to learn how to change animals into water goblets! I had to use a muggle thing dad had called a…um…frh…..frying pan. It was awful."
"I'll go and make you something." Hermione said making her way out of the room. "And frying pans aren't that hard to use Ronald."
"Yes they are," Ron replied in earnest "I put a piece of bacon in it and it stayed raw, then Ginny told me to put the hob on, but then it got stuck to the pan and when I got it off it was barbequed!"
"Honestly Ronald, what am I going to do with you?" Hermione said loud enough so he could hear as she made her way towards the kitchen. Harry sat down on the end of Ron's bed looking around the room. Harry fondly remembered the many summers he had spent here, he'd felt more at home here than he ever had at Privet Drive.
"So, how are you doing?" Harry asked hesitantly, the first time he'd asked that question to Ron on the afternoon of the battle, Ron had flipped out, shouting at Harry to imagine how he was feeling and to just leave him alone.
"Alright, I think. I'm not fine yet, but I….I'll be ok." Ron almost broke down, but he managed to hold it together. Harry could tell he was just putting on a brave face for him, and Harry knew that Ron would get past this. Although Harry had never lost a brother, Harry knew what Ron was going through. He'd seen too many deaths, and he certainly wished that he never had to see any more.
"Ron, Food" Hermione shouted, her voice drifting up the stairs.
"Food…" Ron said lazily as he got up and walked slowly towards the stairs, followed by Harry, when a shock of ginger hair practically walked into both of them.
"Ginny?" Harry said softly.
"I'm sorry, I thought I heard voices from up here, Hi Harry."
"Hi"
Ron stared at them both and with a roll of his eyes he said "Well, I'm clearly not wanted here, I'm off to get some food." And he left them both standing awkwardly on the staircase.