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A/N-Thanks to everyone for the messages of encouragement last chapter. It's just hard to write and know if you are going in the right direction without input. Also, it is nice to know people are reading and liking what you are writing. Right now, I can use all the smiles I can get. Just a note to those who are also following The Year After-I apologize for not updating. I have hit a slight plot roadblock and I am trying to figure out how to work around it. Will update as soon as possible! Promise!
Enjoy the chapter-very minor mature content. Exciting stuff coming soon, so keep reading! The chapter went in a direction I wasn't quite planning on, so I didn't get everything into it as planned-so, next time. :) I always say previews subject to change due to writers whim-did you think I was kidding? :P
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Prologue
He was startled out of sleep by a faint click-she was trying to sneak out again. With a deep sigh, George threw the blankets back, shivering in the December chill. He grabbed up his worn cloak and threw it on over his pajamas, then went out into the dark. The door was wide open, and Ginny had made it halfway down the stairwell.
"Ginny, where are you going?" Even as he said the words, he wondered why he had bothered to ask. He knew well where she was going.
"I'm going to find Harry." She tried to tug her arm away from him, but his grip was too strong.
"Come back inside, it's freezing out here."
"No," An un-namable feeling ran through him at her words. The fire was so like the Ginny of old, yet the intention-the reason for the fire-was a delusion.
"Ginny, please…please listen to me." He reached out and touched her face, his fingers so gentle it was as if he were touching a delicate porcelain doll. In many ways, he felt as if he was. "Harry's gone Gin, he's not coming back."
She looked at him for a moment, a look of secondary clarity. Sometimes, he thought in that single moment, she believed what he was telling her, but the moment never lasted more than a second or two.
"No," She reached up and tugged his hand roughly away from her face. "You're a liar. You're like them, the dementors, filthy fucking liars."
George shivered, but not from the cold around him, from the look in his sister's eyes. It was fire and ice- burning passion for what she believed to be true-ice cold hatred that he should dare to try to convince her otherwise. It was a look that he was all too familiar with, he saw it everyday-many times a day. There was no point in arguing with her; it would only delay his getting her out of the cold.
"Okay, let's go upstairs. We'll make cocoa and talk about it." He put his arm around her, and then turned to lead her up the stairs. He thought she would go; she usually did when he agreed to indulge her. Instead, she stood rooted to the spot.
"Ginny, come on, don't be stubborn."
"Piss off!" She yelled, jerking her arm from his loosened grasp. "I'm going to find Harry and you won't stop me!"
As she turned, her foot slipped on a loose chunk of icy snow. George reached out for her, but he was too late. She rolled down the stairs, twisting and turning until she landed hard on the sidewalk below.
"Ginny!" George screamed after her, running down the stairs and nearly falling himself. He knelt next to her; she was unconscious, her nose and mouth bleeding.
"Ginny," Tears welled up in his eyes and he searched for his wand-the wand that he wasn't allowed to have-a wand that he didn't have. A feeling of complete uselessness fell over him as he looked around. The street was deserted but for a few random Snatchers who watched them-yet made no move to help. He didn't dare go for Fred's wand. But Tom would be just closing up; he would be able to get help there.
Thirty minutes later he was in the family waiting room at St. Mungo's. They didn't think Ginny was hurt too badly, but they needed to run tests to be sure. Tom was quiet, he had barely said two words since sending the Patronus to summon emergency services. George sat quietly, his face buried in his hands. Tom knew that he was crying and trying to pretend that he wasn't - he let him pretend. He looked at George now, a conversation coming that he knew was long overdue. He cared about the two Weasley's; he had known them since they were little kids. Arthur and Molly had been dear friends of his and since their death, he had felt a need to see that their children were taken care of. At the end of it though, despite George's good intentions, Ginny wasn't being taken care of. It wasn't his fault, the blame rested solely on circumstance, this wasn't a job any one man could do alone. He struggled to find the right words, words that would help rather than alienate. In the end, his words weren't necessary.
"I don't know what to do anymore." George pulled his hands away, yet remained bent so he faced the floor. "I've tried so hard to help her, but nothing I do is enough. No matter what I try, not matter what I say, I can't reach her."
"You're only one person George, there's only so much a man can do alone."
"Charlie can't get into the country, I can't go there. Percy's in Azkaban. Bill won't speak to anyone since Fleur left, God only knows where Ron is." He took a deep shuddering breath and a splash of tears landed on the floor. "She's all I have left, how can I even think of giving up on her?"
"It's not giving up, it's keeping her safe. She could have been hurt much worse tonight. Next time…" Tom shuddered a little; he didn't want to think about there being a next time.
As if he were collapsing, George's head fell back into his hands. His entire body shook and he wept with great gasping sobs. "I want my family back! I want Fred, and Mum and dad. I want to annoy Percy and play Quidditch with Charlie and Ron, to talk to Bill about breaking curses for Gringotts! I want Harry and Hermione to come and spend the summer. And I want my sister back, my real sister!"
Tom was quiet for a long time, his hand soothing on George's shoulder while the storm blew and then calmed. This wasn't the first time he had seen George like this, and like the other times, he hoped it would be the last. It wouldn't be. He had just begun to quiet when the door to the trauma room opened and a healer walked out. Ginny would be fine, he said, and then he sat down and began to outline George's options. He too suggested Ginny would be safer here than at home with him.
"I don't know what to do." He leaned back against the wall, knowing what he should do, knowing what the right thing was, but knowing that should and right didn't have a thing to do with what his heart would allow.
"I'll give you some time to think it over." The healer patted him on the arm, then handed him a clipboard. "At any rate, I'll be wanting her to stay over night for observation. So, take your time."
He thought for a long time, while Ginny was taken up to her room, when Tom left for the night with the promise he would come back in the morning, while he watched Ginny sleep. He tried to imagine what his mother and father would want him to do, his brothers-and Harry. At the end of the long night, when the sunrise was long past and the morning had gotten a good start, he accepted what he had known all along.
They would all want Ginny to be safe.
If the night had proven anything, it had proven that Ginny wasn't safe with him. As much as he hated it, Ginny was better off somewhere else.
As he finished signing the form, a tear dropped on the G and the ink ran down the page.
Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter Seven
Hope and Sorrow
Despite the fact that Hermione had put them in separate bedrooms, George knew that he would find Luna sleeping next to him when he woke. He was right. He smiled a little as he pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. Having her there made him a little less afraid of the decision they had made the night before, if Luna could be so brave after all she had suffered, so could he.
Even now, he wasn't sure why they hadn't just come out and told the others that they were together. Certainly they already knew, at the very least suspected. They wouldn't be able to hide it now, already he could hear the others up and moving around. They had to have noticed that Luna had left her room, that she wasn't up walking around, and they would see when they left his room together.
He didn't care if they knew, he was far from ashamed. He was in fact, very happy. It had been a spur of the moment decision, not telling them right away. They had become so used to being careful, of trusting no one and hiding things. It wasn't good for a D to appear happy in Knockturn Alley, it made the Snatchers think you were up to something and the consequences of that could be dangerous. It could even be deadly. But for him at least, that wasn't the only thing that had kept him quiet.
Being with her was still so new. She had been with him for just over a month, sure, but the day before had changed things. Instead of walking two different paths, they were now walking one, one he planned to walk together for the rest of their lives. If her coming to his room was any indication, Luna felt the same way-it was the first truly happy thought he had had since the night before the battle of Hogwarts. He wasn't alone anymore, it was a momentous thing, and a part of him wanted to keep it only between them for just a little longer. Luna's silence the night before told him she felt the same way, she had turned into her offered bedroom and gave him a wink-a wink that said she would be in his room as soon as the coast was clear.
It was a beautiful July morning, outside the windows the birds were singing and soft breeze ruffled the curtains of the open window. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept with the window open-in Knockturn alley it was a sure way to find yourself with intruders in your flat. He took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air from the window above the bed, and then let it out on a soft sigh. He was pretty sure that Heaven must be like this.
Next to him, Luna stirred and her arms tightened around him. She shifted, and without opening her eyes, she kissed him. Sweet, soft and longing-then built quickly into something more. He pulled her nightgown off and tossed it on the floor, his body moved over hers and he rested on his elbows. He didn't move again until she opened her eyes, they were deep blue, alive with desire and she pulled his lips to hers.
Their joining was like the day before, only more frenzied, more demanding. Yet there was restraint, knowing they had to be quiet. Oddly, that made it better, added something to it somehow. It was difficult, nearly impossible to stay quiet while they strained together, sweet, sweet friction while he thrust in and out of her without restraint. It was enough to drive them both mad. They smothered their urges to cry out with kisses, madly deep-dizzying kisses, the sort that would have dropped them to their knees had they not been lying down. Still, neither could prevent their slight cries as they completed.
When he caught his breath, he pushed up on his elbows, and then looked down at her with a grin.
"Good morning to you too."
"I couldn't help it." She matched his grin, wide with just a hint of naughtiness. "I had such a lovely dream last night."
"Was I in it?"
She pushed up and kissed him hard, a kiss that nearly lead to a repeat of moments before.
"What do you think?"
"In that case," He rolled over, pulling her with him. "I hope you dream often."
"Do you think they heard us?" She looked worried for a moment, the more demure Luna that she was when they weren't alone slipping in now that the moment to face the others was coming closer.
"I don't know," He shrugged "I don't much care either."
"Liar," Luna giggled and wiggled away from him. She sat up, then scooped her nightgown up from the floor and pulled it back on. "You were just as careful to stay quiet as I was."
He looked at her, careful to appear affronted, though in truth he wasn't. "It wouldn't have been proper, moaning and grunting for everyone to hear. Neville might have gone into shock, and Ron and Hermione were prefects…I can only imagine what they might have done."
"Yes, George," She nodded and sat on the side of the bed, her legs crossed "I imagine they would have busted in the door, taken ten house points each and given us a detention for having sex."
"I was thinking more like twenty house points and two detentions." He grinned and sat up, tugging on her hand. "We could make love again, be louder this time, and see who's right."
"Maybe later," Luna giggled and bent over, kissing him quickly before sliding off the bed. "It's our first day away from Knockturn Alley, I want to take a shower, put on some of those clothes Hermione said she had laying around, and enjoy being somewhere where there are no Snatchers around for miles and miles."
George looked away, his chest clenching with the memory of what he had witnessed the day before. There was something he wanted to do today as well; something he needed to do that was the first step in assuring that never happened again.
"You're right, we need to get moving." He slid out of bed, pulling on his boxers as he went. Luna gave him a hard look, fairly sure she knew why he was suddenly so anxious to get going. Ron had promised to take them out to a field today where Luna could chose a wand from the many they had picked up while they searched the grounds for Harry the night of the battle. They could practice magic again so they were ready to fight when the time came. She knew it was something she needed to do, deep down, it was something she wanted to do, but knowing the consequences of using magic-it scared her more than anything she could imagine.
"George, we just got here. Really, do we need to do that today?"
He looked up from buttoning his jeans "The sooner the better."
The look in his eyes told her he wasn't going to waver; there was no point in arguing.
The two were met by a trio of smirks when they joined the others in the kitchen for breakfast. Of course they hadn't been foolish enough to think they could keep it a secret, but they had forgotten just how obnoxious Ron Weasley could be, and they had no idea how obnoxious Neville Longbottom had become after living in close proximity with him for three years. It was also their bad fortune that Ron had been in the hallway that morning at a most inopportune time.
"Good morning," Hermione grinned at them, her eyes sparkling with the knowledge that Ron had already enlightened them with. "Did you sleep well?"
"Did a bit more than sleep." Ron said so softly only Neville and Hermione could hear. Neville barely stifled a laugh and Hermione kicked him under the table.
"Yes, better than I have in ages." Luna, totally oblivious, smiled dreamily, nearly a smile of old. George however, picked up on the sarcastic undertones around the table and raised a warning eyebrow at his brother.
"There's eggs and bacon on the stove, and cereal in the cupboard." Hermione motioned around the kitchen. "Plates and bowls are over the sink. Take whatever you like."
"Think he already did." Neville whispered a bit louder than he meant to. George and Luna's look was so murderous that he recoiled slightly.
"Never mind them," Hermione gave them a warning look, and then turned back to the two. "They're just happy to have someone else to abuse besides me for a change."
"Don't think this lets you off the hook," Neville grinned at Hermione.
"I'm used to Ron being an arse," George came around the back of the table, cuffing Ron on the back of the head as he passed. "But what the hell happened to you?"
Neville's look changed from humor to seriousness so fast it was shocking. "I've had to learn to laugh, it's the only way I can live with what I've done-or rather haven't done."
Ron and Hermione looked down at the table, they had tried for three years to talk Neville away from blaming himself, and it had never done a bit of good. George and Luna looked around the table, lost at what it could possibly mean.
"Excuse me," Neville rose and pushed his chair in. "I think I'll go get things packed up for later."
They were quiet while Neville shuffled out of the room, then they looked at Ron and Hermione questioningly.
"He thinks this is all his fault," Ron began
"All of what?" Luna asked
"All of it," Hermione looked at her, her eyes wide and expressive. "The battle being lost, Voldemort taking everything over, everyone going to Azkaban…all of it."
"How?" Luna shook her head; it was confusing, almost like Hermione was speaking another language. How could Neville even think he was to blame for any of this?
"When Harry went into the forest, to face down you-know-who," Ron nodded towards the door "He saw him, Harry I mean. Harry told him that to destroy you-know-who, he had to kill the snake."
"The snake," George looked as confused as Luna felt. None of this made a bit of sense. "What does the snake have to do with you-know-who?"
"When the three of us left the Burrow after Bills wedding, we weren't searching for Voldemort," Hermione stood and went to the pot for more coffee. She refilled their cups, and then sat back across from them. Her face a mixture of sadness and nostalgia, like she was reliving memories in her mind, some pleasant, some not so much.
"We were searching for Horcruxes."
"Horcruxes?"
"Yes," She nodded "Voldemort has torn his soul and put the pieces into …containers of sort. It's what holds him to life, why he only lost his powers instead of dying when Harry was a baby."
"Like Tom Riddles Diary?" Luna asked "When Ginny was possessed by it?"
"Yes, that was one of them." Ron fiddled with his fork, turning it over and over in his hand. "We spent months tracking down the others. They were all tied in with the houses from Hogwarts, Slytherins locket, Helga Hufflepuffs cup, Rowena Ravenclaws Diadem…"
"Where are these things now?"
"Destroyed," Hermione smiled a little, a tiny bit of pride coming to the surface as she thought of how much they had accomplished "A couple different ways, mostly basilisk venom that was left on by the sword of Godric Gryffindor."
"And you think the snake was one of these Horcruxes?"
"We're sure of it," Ron took a deep breath and let it out slowly "And that's why Neville blames himself. When he tried to kill the snake, he missed."
"But everything that happened after that…" Luna was nearly in tears. The discussion had brought so much back, so many terrible memories. The sound of wands clattering to the floor, being herded and loaded onto smelly cattle cars, the degrading search … the first of many. "It wasn't his fault, how can he blame himself?"
At that point, Ron rose from the table without a word, and then left the room quietly. Hermione watched him go; years of practice had told her it would be useless to go after him. Talking about the battle always affected him the same way, and it did no good to try to talk to him. It would only lead to an argument-she had learned that only too well.
"He blames himself too," She said when Ron was far enough away to not hear. "You have no idea what it's cost him, making the decision to run that night instead of going back inside the castle."
"But you would have died," Luna spoke softly, her hand clutched tightly in George's under the table. His hand was cold and clammy, and he had grown quiet, like he was lost inside his own mind-like he was lost inside his own pain. "There was nothing you could have done."
"He blames himself for so much, for not pulling Fred out of the way," Hermione wiped at her eyes with a napkin "For not stopping Harry from going into the forest, most of all, he blames himself for not saving your mum and dad."
"Gryffindor," George said at last, breaking the long silence after Hermione's words. "What was the Horcrux that represented Gryffindor?"
Hermione took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. All she could offer was conjecture, they had no proof, but it was the closest they had ever been able to come to a guess.
"As I said before, a horcrux is created by tearing the soul, murder tears the soul. The night Voldemort killed Harry's parents; we think he created one unintentionally-one that would become a representative of Gryffindor ten years later."
Luna gasped "You don't mean…"
"If a snake could be a Horcrux, so could a human being."
George looked at her incredulously for a moment, and then he too rose and left the table.
He found Ron sitting quietly on the bed at Ginny's side, she was deeply asleep, still under the heavy sedation from St. Mungo's. Later that day Hermione would start her on the potions that would gradually ease her out it. He was glad she was asleep; it wasn't her he had come to see.
Ron didn't say a word when he closed the door behind him and took the chair next to the bed. He didn't look up from Ginny's pale, thin face, didn't let go of her hands. For a long time they sat silently, acting as if the other weren't there. Finally George looked up at him, knowing what needed to be said, but wondering how to proceed.
"You need to get over it." He said at last, he had never worried about being subtle in the past, so why should he worry about it now? "You're living in the past, and dwelling on it doesn't have a place in fighting for our future."
Ron looked up at him, a glare fixed on his face. This was rich, coming from the man who, only two weeks before, hadn't wanted to fight with them.
"And you didn't feel you had a place in it at all."
"Yeah, I know," George looked out the window, a bird was building a nest and he was filled with a bit of awe for the simple things that he had forgotten existed. How could he have ever thought that the fight wasn't worth the risk?
"But I was wrong." He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I know I've changed, and not for the better. I said some shitty things to you that night. It's no excuse, but Azkaban…you can't imagine what it's like there, and living in Knockturn Alley, being raided by Snatchers-having them bust in whenever they want to…and Ginny, having to put her in St. Mungo's, admitting that I failed her…" He shook his head and looked away "I didn't stop to think about what it was like for you, making the decisions that you had to make. You did the right thing, saving yourselves. If you hadn't, you'd be dead now. As sure as I am sitting here in front of you, you'd be dead."
He looked up at Ron again, his eyes moist, but for the first time in his life, not caring if one of his brothers saw him as weak. "I already lost Fred, and mum and Dad. I don't know if I will ever see Percy or Charlie again.
"I couldn't stand it if I had lost you too."
"I screwed up." Ron said matter-of-factly "I knew what kind of person Harry was…is…he would never have let the fighting start again if there was something he could do to stop it. I never should have left him alone."
"You do remember what Harry was like don't you?" George smiled a little "If he wanted to get away, nothing you could have done would have stopped him. Particularly not with that cloak of his."
"I could have tried."
"Sorry Ron, but…" George laughed "You're not that smart."
Ron looked up, his eyes glinted with anger at first, and then he grinned at the look in George's eyes. It was a look the old George might have worn, a teasing look, a mischievous look.
A wonderful look.
"So what's the deal with you and Luna?" Ron deftly changed the subject. He wasn't quite ready to admit there was nothing he could have done, but he did feel better, well enough to take the mickey to his brother. "How long you been knocking boots?"
An unfamiliar pink spread over George's cheeks. He was used to being on the other side of the wit, not the victim of it. It appeared Ron had honed his smartarse gene to perfection in the past three years, while George's had dulled a bit. He would have to rectify that immediately.
"None of your damned business." He stood and went for the door, "But if you'd ever 'knocked' anything yourself, you might realize it is a private matter."
Ron laughed loudly "Hermione and I have been living together for three years, what do you think we've been doing? Playing exploding snap?"
He grinned and slid off the chair "Well, I suppose if wanted to be literal, something's been exploding and snapping."
"You're a pig Ron," George looked at him with disgust. Come to think of it, they had gone into the same bedroom the night before. Ron had gotten one over on him. Damn it, little brothers were a right pain in the arse "Wonder what Hermione would say if I told her what you just said?"
"You wouldn't!" Ron looked at him with horror.
"Wouldn't I?" George grinned and walked out into the hallway.
"It was just…you know, guy talk." Ron looked nervous, so nervous it made George's heart leap with joy. It was an amazing feeling, taunting someone again, two brothers facing off. It was a beautiful thing, something he had missed, something that made him incredibly happy. He stopped abruptly, then turned and gave Ron a fierce hug. Ron hugged him back, his fervor a perfect match. Both had known well what they had lost, both knew well what they had recovered.
The feeling was overwhelming and it reduced them to tears.
"I missed you George." Ron pulled back, giving George a watery smile.
"I missed you too Ickle Ronniekins." George returned the smile, and then gave him a playful punch on the arm. "But I'm still going to tell Hermione what you said."
"I'll tell the others you're having sex with Luna," Ron said in warning "and that she snuck into your bedroom last night."
"As if you haven't already," George rolled his eyes and turned towards the kitchen. "Amateur."
The room was dark and windowless as always, filled with the gloom that Harry had become oh-so used to over the past three years. Perhaps it was the new candle that had been put in that morning, a bigger one that gave off a slightly brighter glow, or maybe it was that they had been allowed to shower and given clean clothes the day before. For some reason, he woke with a strange feeling, a feeling of hope. It wasn't that he had totally given up hope; there were people here, people in Voldemorts inner circle, who weren't loyal to him. People who had once been loyal, but had turned on him when they watched him murder the Malfoy's.
They brought them news, whispers from the outside. The most important of which was that Ron and Hermione were still alive, they were free, and Harry knew in his heart they would never give up in him. He had gained a promise from a most unlikely source that he would find way to get word to them, word that Harry was alive, and where he was being held. It could be a trap of course, a way to try digging information on where they might be hiding. But they had already searched every place Harry could have thought of, and they had had no luck.
"Harry," Draco dragged across the floor "Someone's coming."
He pushed himself into a sitting position, it was always better to face Voldemort sitting up. He hadn't tried to kill him in a couple of months now, hadn't seen him once…he was long overdue. But it wasn't Voldemort. It was the two death eaters that Harry was grudgingly beginning to trust.
"We've brought news," They said, pushing through the heavy door. "And food."
"Thank you." Draco accepted the wrapped paper of food, setting it in his lap. "Where is he?"
"He's gone off, didn't say where he was going, but he won't be back for several days." The man looked nervously towards the door. "We'll try to bring more food while he is gone, but you understand, we have to be careful. We're no good to the rebellion if we're caught."
"We're grateful for what you can do." Harry nodded, biting into a thick ham sandwich layered generously with sweet cream butter. He moaned appreciatively, his usual fare was much less satisfying. "Is Professor Trelawney doing okay?"
The second man laughed "Better than the Dark Lord in regards to her, last time he saw her he came out so mad he destroyed all the windows in the foyer as he came up from the cellar."
"Who would have thought she'd be so tough?" Draco grinned
"Who would have thought she'd ever be a real seer?" The first man laughed "We need to get on, but before we go, we have news.
"George Weasley and Luna Lovegood have left Knockturn Alley; no one knows where they have gone."
"They left?" Harry stopped mid-swallow "Do you know where?"
"Not for sure," The second man looked towards the door nervously, listening for footsteps. "But Seamus checked in the other day, he'd been Obliviated the same day they went missing. He doesn't know for sure, but he thinks it might have been them. He and that moron Bannister had raided them earlier in the day, and it got ugly."
"Were they hurt?" Draco crumpled up a wrapper and tossed it away angrily before picking up another sandwich. He hated this, hated knowing that he had once been a part of all this.
"No, but she was searched. And knowing Bannister's reputation, you can guess what that means."
Harry's fists clenched in anger, he knew well what it meant.
"The important thing is, Seamus said that there was a report that they snuck off in the night somewhere two weeks before they disappeared. Bannister has had a hard on to pick up Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."
"For the rewards." Harry dropped his sandwich in his lap, his appetite gone.
"Right." The second man confirmed with a nod "He's had people watching Weasley's brother non-stop since he got out of Azkaban."
"So, what does all this mean?" Draco asked, waiting for the good news. So far, not a bit of this sounded good.
"They didn't join the rebellion," The first man grinned "F. thinks they might have joined Ron and Hermione."
Harry bristled slightly. He hated it when they referred to the leader of the new rebellion only by the name F. As if he couldn't be trusted with the name-yet they were using him as their symbol, him as their hope. HP and a phoenix-meaning when Harry Potter rose from the ashes, the entire wizarding world would be saved. Shouldn't that at least earn him the right to know this mysterious leaders name?
"We have people-the Dark Lords people, watching Shell Cottage, people who the Dark Lord thinks are his, but are really part of the Rebellion. They haven't gone there. They can't get past the barriers the Ministry has put up to stop them leaving the country. There is no where else they could have gone."
"Unless they went off alone" Draco raised an eyebrow, it was exactly what he would have done. "To get away from Knockturn Alley."
"Possible," The first man allowed "But survival, without wands, outside of the city, without jobs…"
"If they have joined with the others, it means that our numbers are growing. Ron and George coming together…" The second man smiled widely "It means the first sign of Trelawney's prophecy has come to be…
"When the middle brothers of seven siblings are reunited, the end will be weeks away, the only sister shall bring them together."
"It has to be the sign Trelawney spoke of." The man put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "It has to be."
Harry's heart gave a painful thud at the mention if Ginny. He missed her, missed her so much that at times the pain was all consuming. He wanted to believe, wanted to badly. But was afraid to. Afraid to hope the prophecy could be coming true. It was what he wanted more than anything, what he had been longing for three years. Dreaming of, because if the first part of the prophecy had just come true, it meant that the second part might as well…
And the next part of the prophecy meant his freedom.
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Luna gets a new wand, but can she bring herself to use it? The five try to decide where to go first, and whether to join with the rebellion.
