Chapter three
Disclaimer;
A.N- even though I would love to own harry potter I don't all rights to these characters are owned by every wonderful J.K Rowling.
A.N2- Takes place after Mad Eye has died in the seventh book.
Third Person P.O.V Harry Potter
A shocking and slightly disturbing aura reigned over the Burrow. Mad-eye had died. One of the strongest and most committed auror to the cause had be killed by he-who-shall-not-be-named. It hit everyone's spirits, hard. And nearly 17 year old Harry Potter felt guilt eat at his insides. He never wanted any of them to die for him, Moody and Hedwig being only the recent casualties of the war, he felt useless. He was supposed to be the boy who lived, their saviour but all he was was a coward and a scared little boy in a messed up world.
His two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, flanked him on either side, all three sitting on Ron's bed surrounded by books Hermione was deciding to bring.
" 'Mione we're bringing down voldy not teach how to cast a patronus. Doubt he's got any happy memories anyway." Hermione whacked him with the book she was currently reading, which looked bigger than a phonebook.
"Honestly Ronald, theses books could be the difference between us finding… you-know-what's or not"
"Unless you're trying to bore him to death by reading this to him I still think this is pointless"
Harry rolled his eyes as Ron was hit again with a much heavier book than the one before. He savoured these moments with his friends, when he could pretend that there was no war, that he didn't have the whole fate of the world resting on his shoulders.
"You alright mate? Your smiling like you just got told Snape died." Harry then proceeded to picked up one of Hermione's books and whack him on the back to the head.
"OW!" He yelped "I feel like I get abused and used in this friendship with you two" he mumbled.
This caused Hermione to giggle, then Harry to snicker and Ron to out-right chuckle. Soon the three of them looked like a couple of drunks that had too much fire whiskey to drink. A soft knocking at the door caused them to look up and standing there was a girl with chocolate, brown eyes and flaming orange hair. Ginny Weasley.
Harry and Ginny lock eyes for a moment and as cliche as it sounds time stopped and the breath was knocked out of both of them. Harry wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss her and leave all the bad things behind. But then cold, harsh reality set in and he felt empty. He know that if he didn't leave her she would be hurt and the thought of that caused him to inwardly cringe and shudder. They broke eye contact as Ginny cleared her throat, blushing, both trying to ignore the sympathetic looks thrown their way.
Opening her mouth Ginny started to say something but was cut off by a loud whooshing noise and a series of thumps and groans from downstairs, startling the occupants in the room. All rushing towards the door in a frenzy they ran down the stairs taking two steps at a time. Meeting the rest of the residents of the house in the lounge they saw lying on the floor multiply bodies. By the looks of, ranging between the ages of ten to mid-twenties. Something glistened in the center drawing everyone's rapt attention. Hermione, being the first to recognise the object, gasped and grabbed on to Ron's arm causing a light blush to flourish on his cheeks and his ears to turn a bright red rivaling his hair.
"A..a.. time turner… bu-" she started but was soon cut off as one of the figures, a man, mid-twenties with blue hair, started groaning He rose and took one look before his eyes went wide and calmly stated "I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna bloody kill him."
A.N- sorry for the short chapter but wanted to leave it at a slightly suspenseful ending expect a longer chapter next time when the teens get acquainted with there children.
