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Chapter Seven: Please Come Home
In addition to the news of Severus's health, Harry and Ginny have included an invitation for me and my parents to their Christmas and New Year's Eve festivities. They figured to invite all of us to both events in case I wanted to spend Christmas here with just my parents. Seeing as I've not seen them in the past six years as I'd been a high-priority target for Voldemort, forcing me to try to maintain a low-profile. However, this wasn't always easy while training to be a MediWitch at St. Mungo's, and later working with Severus on antidotes and counter-curses for me to introduce onto the wards in spite of that having been done in secret.
Harry all but begged that I at least come for New Years. He and Ginny say they have news to share, which leads me to assume that they will be announcing their engagement. Harry's thoughtfully included an enchanted plane ticket for me, as I've settled here as a Muggle and wish it to remain this way for the time being. Add that to the fact that Apparition is out of the question for that distance. All I have to do is tap it stating the date I wish to travel and the time will appear on it stating when the Portkey will activate. It will send us to a Ministry terminal much like at an airport, where I can have both my Muggle and Wizarding Passports stamped, while my parents go through similar being Muggles themselves. Its little details like this that make me appreciate and love Harry even more!
I look forward to seeing Harry, Ron, Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys. It's been too long – I've not seen them all these months. Heck, it's been several months since Harry came to visit and everyone else – well not since The Battle. I've been grieving; I've been moving on, I've been sedentary. I don't think I can face them! I don't think I want to face them! Will they reject me too; the way that I know Severus will reject me? They'll have to find out sooner, rather than later. It would, after all be best that they hear it from me, rather than whatever Rita Skeeter comes up with once she finds out and sinks her teeth into it. My news is too juicy for her to just let it pass. So I'll send my response with Freddy saying that I will meet them at Grimmauld Place, parents in tow this Tuesday, Christmas Eve; in two days time. Time is overdue anyway.