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Chapter 7: Troubles Will Come And They Will Pass

"Are you sure?"

"Are you?"

"Blimey that's seven times already!" whispered Ginny.

She and Harry were sitting on the floor of the common room watching Ron and Hermione talk about Australia. This meant that they were mainly bickering. They were on the opposite side of the common room and apparently had long since forgotten Ginny and Harry were there. Ginny had even started counting how many times they asked one another if they 'were sure'.

"Are you serious? Seven?" Harry whispered back. "You'd think they'd have agreed on something by now."

"You're not going alone!" said Ron.

"Now I know he's said that about ten times," said Ginny clapping her hands to her face and falling backward dramatically. Harry laughed as he heard Hermione say,

"I'll be fine! You're mum surely won't let you go so it's not a question!"

"Not a question? Hermione just let me come! Can you just accept that I'm coming if you're going?"

"Bloody hell! They might actually be making a decision!" Ginny yelled in a whisper.

"Shh!" said Harry.

"...If your mum let's you, then yeah, you can come! So should we start plans or do you want to argue about something else?" asked Hermione.

"Let's plan," said Ron.

"Looks like your mum's got a lot of big news headed her way when we get back to the Burrow," said Harry quietly. Ginny sighed and laid her head on Harry's legs.

"Yeah I guess."

"So you still don't want to go back?"

"Mhmm," she nodded as she looked at Ron and Hermione.

"How are you gunna tell her?"

"I'm just going to be... mature about it. Tell her nicely that I'm bloody well not going back to school." She grinned and so did Harry.

"Solid plan... But you might need to re-phrase it a bit."

"Yeah, probably."

"WHAT?" Ron gasped.

"Okay so my bet is that we'll be hearing that a lot more," said Ginny as she lifted up a finger to start the new count.

XxxxX

"See you in a bit," said Harry. He was standing outside the gates of Hogwarts with Hermione and the Weasley's. They were about to Apparate to the Burrow. Harry watched as Hermione dissapeared with a crack, followed by Ron, Ginny going with George by side-along Apparition, Mr. and Mrs.Weasley, Bill, Fleur, and Percy. When they had all gone he was about to turn on the spot when he stopped and looked at the castle. It had been his home for so long. His refuge from the Dursley's and the place he felt the best. It felt wierd to think he wouldn't be coming back. Finally tearing his eyes away from the castle he wondered what he would call home now. The Burrow was like that, but he didn't want to stay there that long. Thinking he ought to leave, he directed his thoughts towards the Burrow. The Burrow... The Burrow... He turned on the spot and was sucked into the darkness once again. He finally hit solid ground and his lungs expanded and he gulped in air. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him by the gate.

"When are you two gunna tell Ron's mum what you're planning to do?" asked Harry when he reached them.

"We should probably tell her tonight Ron," said Hermione slowly.

Ron gaped at her.

"What?" said Hermione. "I mean the sooner we tell her the sooner we can leave and the sooner we leave the sooner we'll get back."

"I hate it when you make sense like that," Ron mumbled.

XxxxX

It was around six o' clock and Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's were eating dinner. Harry was keeping quiet and silently hoping that tonights' news was going to go over well, though he knew this was a childish wish. Mrs.Weasley was not going to like it when she found out that Ron and Hermione were planning to leave for Australia, and on top of that, that neither Harry, Ron, Hermione, nor Ginny were planning to return to Hogwarts.

"'Eet was very good Molly," Fleur was saying as she finished the soup Mrs.Weasley had made for everyone that night.

"Thank you," said Mrs.Weasley pleasantly.

Ron looked quickly from Hermione to his mum, then cleared his throat.

"Er- mum," said Ron quietly as Mrs.Weasley, noticing everyone was done, cleared away the dishes with a flick of her wand. Apparently no one had heard Ron aside from Harry, for Bill and Fleur were getting up to Apparate back to Shell Cottage, Percy was headed for the stairs with George close behind him, and Charlie and Mr.Weasley were headed towards the backyard. Ginny was lingering in the doorway, obviously trying to get her mother alone so she could reveal her news.

"Mum," said Ron, louder this time.

She turned to face him.

"Yes dear?"

"Er- Hermione and I have something to discuss... well, something to tell you."

She nodded.

"Alright then."

Harry slid out of his chair and went quietly over to the doorway where Ginny still stood.

"Well, you know my parents are in Australia," Hermione began.

"Yes, you informed me of that recently."

"Well, I've decided to go looking for them, restore their real memories, and bring them back-"

"And I'm going with her," continued Ron. "Even if you find some way of keeping me from going with her-"

"-I'm still going. He just didn't want me to go alone-"

"-because of the Death Eaters still on the loose."

Mrs.Weasley pursed her lips. There was a long silence until she broke it.

"There's nothing I can do to stop you Hermione?"

"No," she answered confidently.

"And you have this crazed idea you're going with her?" said Mrs.Weasley, frowning at Ron. He seemed to struggle with this remark. He finally seemed to settle on what to say next.

"It'd be safer if she didn't go by herself."

"It'd be safer if neither of you went!" snapped Mrs.Weasley.

"She's got to get her parents back!" retorted Ron.

"I'm not leaving them in Australia forever," said Hermione defiantly.

"Of course, but couldn't you wait-"

"I've got to do it now, I don't know how long it'll take to find them-"

"Exactly! Once the Ministry is reformed you could get Aurors to look for them-"

"It could take years for the Ministry to be fully okay again!"

After about twenty minutes of this, Mrs.Weasley finally gave in to Ron and Hermione. They informed her they would be leaving in a week, and that her help would be great if she had any good ideas. They finally left and Mrs.Weasley sat down in a chair and picked up a newspaper absentmindedly.

"She's in a horrible mood," whispered Ginny. She made to turn and leave but Harry stopped her.

"If you wait too long you'll never tell her and you'll be sitting on the Hogwarts Express come this September," Harry retorted. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her in the direction of Mrs.Weasley. He gently pushed her forward and she reluctantly made her way to the table and sat down next to her mother.

XxxxX

"I'M NOT GOING BACK! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" cried Ginny.

Apparently Mrs.Weasley didn't understand.

"YOU WILL FINISH YOUR EDUCATION YOUNG LADY! YOU ARE GOING BACK!"

This arguement was the worse one Harry had ever seen Mrs.Weasley take part in. Ginny had done a very good job in Harry's opinion of politely telling her mother exactly what she was planning, and it had unfortunately succumbed to a screaming match.

"MUM! I'M ALMOST OF AGE! I DON'T HAVE TO GO BACK IF I DON'T WANT TO!"

"YOU ARE GOING BACK AND THAT IS FINAL!"

"NO IT'S NOT!"

"ROOM! INTO YOUR ROOM NOW GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY OR SO HELP ME--!"

Harry hid in a corner as Ginny flew from the room the maddest he'd ever seen her. Even Ron, Hermione, George, Percy, Charlie, and Mr.Weasley had come towards the kitchen wondering what all the screaming was about, but quickly fled when they evaluated how bad it was. Harry heard Ginny mumbling as she passed him.

"...not going back to school... bloody mental..."

Once she was out of sight he followed her up the stairs and went straight to Ron's bedroom. He wasn't at all surprised to find Hermione sitting on the floor looking through any books she thought might be useful on their trip. There was a long list of things Harry could not see written on a piece of parchment next to her.

"Bloody hell, I've never seen mum so angry..." said Ron as Harry shut the door behind him.

"I don't like it much either," said Hermione, not looking up from her book. "But thank goodness they've stopped yelling. Is Ginny okay?"

"Er- I'm not sure how she is... she was in a right murderous state when she left the kitchen. I was going to let her cool off first before I talk to her."

"That's probably a good idea mate, I wouldn't want to get her mad. I've heard those Bat-Bogey Hexes she does are awful..."

"Yeah," said Harry. "I'd rather not be on the receiving end of one of those... So how are the plans going?" he asked after a moment.

"Oh! Really good," said Hermione. She had obviously been dying to tell someone what exactly they were going to be doing. "Well, obviously Australia is too far to Apparate so we're actually going to be take a plane-"

Ron looked uneasy as she said this.

"-and once we get there we're going to have to go to major cities first and look them up..."

Hermione continued on her explanation for a good ten minutes (thought it was very interesting) and it appeared even Ron had had some good ideas.

"The shortest we'll be gone is a week if we're lucky," said Ron.

Harry nodded and looked at his watch.

"It's been about 15 minutes... Think she'll be cooled off by now?"

"Only one way to find out," said Hermione pointing her wand towards the door. It opened slowly. Harry walked through it and out into the hallway. He descended the stairs until he reached Ginny's room. He knocked twice on the door.

"Ginny, can I come in? It's Harry."

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A/N: OhDang. That was a much longer chapter if I do say so myself. New chapter will be up soon. Any cool ideas are appreciated and so are reviews. So go on, click the purple button. Oh and BTW, did any of the books ever mention Ginny's birthday, or did most fanfiction writers make one up?