**Sorry this is taking so long to post chapters, summer is picking up, I have a busy job, etc. I really do try to update when I have time. P.S. Lemons are coming in the next few chapters so stay tuned (I'm planning them in my head now!) Thank you for your dedicated reading despite me not posting consistently. I really do appreciate it! Just as much as I appreciate comments! Both good and bad, I'll take 'em all!***
Harry grabbed me and we apparated back to the Burrow. I gasp as the sudden change almost knocked the wind out of me.
"What the bloody hell happened?" I heard Ron yell, getting up from the couch and walking briskly towards us. Both Harry and I had our hands on our knees, bent over, catching out breath.
I heard a door slam and knew it was Mum before I saw her. "I told you this was a bad idea Ginny! I told you!" She was holding a dish towel and was wringing it nervously in her hands, eyes darting between Harry and I. "Well?" Ron asked, still waiting for an explanation.
"A death eater appeared." Harry said, looking at Ron. "I didn't think that would happen-"
"You put my sister in danger!" Ron said, taking a step closer to Harry.
"I wouldn't have done it if I'd known!" Harry said back defensively.
"Everyone is okay now." I said, stepping between them.
"Well, that might not have been the case…" Mum said trailing off. "From now on Harry you will be staying in Ron's room." I groaned. "Mum!"
"No buts! I said it! It's final!" Harry didn't complain as he moved his stuff from my room to Ron's but I was not happy about it.
The next few days not much conversing happened at the Burrow between Harry and I. Mum continued to make us work in the garden and cook, clean and do other house work. Mum would split Harry and I up on tasks so we only saw each other at breakfast and dinner and both times we were too tired to talk.
About a week after visiting Godric's Hollow around midnight I heared a knock on my door; "it's me," I heard Harry whisper from the other side. "Come in." I whispered back, putting down the book I was reading.
The door creaked open and Harry stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind him. The bed he had been sleeping on was now back to its normal state as a couch, so he sat down on it. I got off my bed and sat next to him, trying to pull my nightshirt down to make it cover more. "What are you doing here?" I asked, looking at the ground. "I just wanted to see you, because, you know with Mrs. Weasley and everything…" his sentence didn't finish. I swallowed. "I know." He put his arm around me and pulled me closer so I was leaning into him.
"Do you want to go on an adventure Ginny?" Without hesitation I responded, "yes!" There was a moment of silence before Harry continued. "Dumbledore had some unfinished things he planned to do but never got around to doing them. You'd want to come too? I'm sure we could stop in Romania so you could visit Charlie." I sat up and looked at Harry, who's eyes were alight with excitement. "Of course I would go Harry. I'd go anywhere with you." I wrote a list of things we would need:
- A folding, pocket tent
- Food
- Containers for water
- Maps
And several other little things, which we could find easily around the Burrow. We decided over the next few days we would collect the things we needed and meet back in my room to sort everything out and then leave. I realized after Harry left it was as though we were running away and part of me felt guilty, but not guilty enough not to go.
The next day I told Ron I wanted to meet him in his room. "I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell Mum or Dad." He didn't answer. "Ron?" I asked. He sighed, "I promise." "Harry and I are going on an adventure to finish some stuff that Dumbledore left behind."
"Ginny," Ron said in protest. I interrupted him. "Whatever you are going to say won't make me change my mind." I said, looking him directly in the eyes.
"If I can't change your mind can Hermione and I come too?"
"I'll have to ask Harry, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I know I wouldn't mind." I said, smiling. Ron, despite being older than me always seemed to be the younger one.