A/N: Hi, my amazing readers! I have never really thanked you guys for reading my story and giving over one hundred fantastical reviews. I would greatly appreciate it if you guys continued to leave lots of comments about what you like and don't like. Thanks again! I have had several mentions of Ginny being a bit too feisty and will tame her attitude a bit more, at least now that George is around to say 'certain' things… I am switching things around a little so if you haven't reread the first two chapters, please do or you will be a bit confused. Also please help me with filling out the summer a little more! I am desperate for ideas! I have a few but unless I am to skip a month or two there won't be much… We'll see… but, Personal Message me or leave a review! I want your input!

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When we last left our beloved characters: Our awesome wizards and witches arrived in England with Hermione's parents.

"What?" Ron asked sleepily as he sat up in bed.

"I said: There is an owl downstairs… Well, actually there are several, but a few of them were for Harry," Mrs. Weasley said from the doorway. "And you should be up already anyways. It's 10:35 in the morning-." Ron groaned at the mention of the 'early' hour, and rolled over to try and fall asleep once more. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, you will get up now. Owls have been arriving ever since you left and I would like to rid of the ones I currently have in my kitchen."

Ron sighed and sleepily got up as his mother headed back downstairs. When he was finally ready and fully awake, he went down to the kitchen to find out exactly what his mother was talking about. Much to his surprise and amusement, about twenty owls were resting throughout the kitchen, legs offered out to those trying to collect the letters before they flew off out the open windows. After all the letters had been retrieved, Mrs. Weasley set about restoring order to her 'desecrated' home. The mail was handed to the recipients and everyone sat down for brunch. Harry and Ron opened their post to find funeral and memorial announcements for various families, some of which neither had a clue who they were. Among the announcements there were also numerous job offers, which pleased Ron very much.

Afterwards Ginny, Harry, and Ron decided to fly over to the Granger's new home to see how they were doing. Upon reaching the shed, Harry realized that his firebolt had been long gone. Ginny and Ron said that Charlie wouldn't mind if Harry had a short flight on his old broomstick. And with that they were off, though quite slowly as the brooms qualified as ancient. The three soared high up into the clouds, so as not to be seen by any muggles from below. A few times Ginny or Ron would lower their altitude to check that they were indeed headed in the right direction. It took them an enjoyable 10 minutes to fly to the stone cottage style home of the Granger's.

When they touched down in the driveway, Hermione's mother opened the front door and welcomed them in.

"Would you kids like some lunch?" She asked as they were lead into the kitchen, where Mr. Granger and Hermione were sitting at the table. Upon seeing them a smile appeared on her face.

"Thanks, Mrs. Granger," Harry said, sitting down at the table.

"Harry, we just had brunch," Ginny pointed out, taking a seat between to him and Ron.

"So?" Ron said, shoving half of a biscuit in his mouth seconds later.

"Ronald," Hermione scolded, hitting his arm with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

He obliviously said, "What?"

"Hermione?" Harry asked. He nodded to the paper as he spoke, "Could I see that?"

"Oh, yeah," she said handing it to him, forgetting to reprimand Ron.

"Thanks," he said distractedly.

Ginny had been looking around the kitchen, when she finally said with a smile, "Wow, Mrs. Granger. You really unpacked quickly."

"It's very helpful when you have a witch for a daughter," Mrs. Granger said returning the smile as she placed a toasted sandwich in front of Harry, Ginny, and Ron.

"Hermione?" Ron said tossing a pickle slice in his mouth (she rolled her eyes and sighed), "Did you get an owl or two this morning?"

She seemed to perk up at this, "Oh, yes. And one of them I have already responded to."

Ron looked at Ginny and Harry with questioning looks, but only Ginny returned the look, as Harry was preoccupied with the Prophet. "Hermione, what-?"

"I've decided to take an internship at the Ministry this summer."

"At the Ministry? But Hermione-," Ron questioned. Hermione began to look a bit upset.

Ginny, treading on Ron's foot, said, "That's great, Hermione. What department will you be working in?"

Hermione, who seemed to have regained all of her composure, said, "I'll be helping in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It's a paid internship so I will save up for a flat or something. It will also give me several good references for when I get out of school."

Ron began to open his mouth to speak, "Her-."

"Bloody hell! Is that the time?"

"Ronald!"

"That wasn't me! That was Harry!" This was true. Harry was standing looking back and forth between his watch and the Daily Prophet. Ginny and Hermione exchanged troubled glances.

"Harry are you-?"Hermione started.

"I gotta go. See you guys later," Harry said as he turned and exited the kitchen, and then the house.

Mrs. Granger went to take his plate away and said, "He didn't even touch his sandwich." The sandwich remained still fully intact upon the teal plate. The three teens exchanged knowing looks, stood up, thanked Mrs. Granger, and headed out the door to see Harry disappear into the clouds.

Ginny and Ron immediately mounted their brooms, but Hermione was hesitant in going near them.

"Come on 'Mione," Ron said, pulling out his wand, "Here I'll summon Bill's old broom."

"That's okay Ron, I'm perfectly okay with staying on the ground."

"'Mione, we have to go see what's up with-."

"I know. But- I- I can't fly, and-."

"You can ride with me then," and without another word Ron flew over and placed her in front of him on the broomstick and took off towards the sky.

"Ronald-."

"Oh shush. And stop squirming or you'll upset us."

"Ronald Weasley, you know I don't like flying. Now -."

"Am I going to have to slip you a sleeping draught?"

"Who-?"

"Harry said you slipped it to me during dinner, after the plane ride," Ron said speeding up, trying to catch Ginny, who was far ahead.

Hermione stayed silent for most of the remainder of the ride. Ron took note of this, and when the Burrow came into sight began swooping up and down and swerving side to side.

"What's happening?" Hermione said in a fearful voice.

"I- I don't know," Ron said with pretend worry. He looked around to see her reaction and found her closing her eyes shut. Taking advantage of this he flew low to the ground, so that he was not a meter from the ground when he flipped over and began flying upside down. Hermione, who was not expecting this, fell off with a scream. Ron touched down a few meters away and awaited her reaction. He walked a few paces towards her, but this was a mistake. She stood and looked murderously at him.

"Ronald Weasley! You- You-," she yelled as she advanced on him and slapped him on the arm.

"Oh come on Hermione. Lighten up."

"You know I don't like to fly, and then you start teasing me-."

"'Mione, I don't understand your opposition to flying. It's amazing! You feel the wind on your face; the cool of the clouds on your skin-."

"Falling to your death…"

Ron sighed, "Are you always going to be this irrational and insane about flying?"

"Yes, Ronald-," she began.

"Good," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

The moment Ron's lips left her skin the Burrow's back door burst open. Harry, who had changed into black dress robes, was walking quickly to the property line. Ginny was pursuing him from behind, calling after him. Ron walked towards Harry and stood in front of his path, preventing him from passing.

"Ronald, move," Harry said, not meeting his best friends eyes.

"What's wrong Harry? And since when have you called me Ronald? Only mum and 'Mione call me by 'Ronald'."

"I don't know just move," Harry said, attempting to move around Ron.

"Harry-."

"I'm gonna be late! Now move!"

"Late to what?" Harry never answered, but slipped past Ron as he spoke and disapparated.

Ginny and Hermione now came up to Ron, "What was all of that about?"

Ron said nothing, but only gave Hermione a confused look before making his way up to the house.

"Ron? What did he say?" Hermione called after him.

As he entered the Burrow Mrs. Weasley said, "Oh there you are Ron. Could you-?"

"Not now, Mum. Where's the Prophet?"

Mrs. Weasley looked stunned for a moment before pointing to the counter, "It's there."

Ron grabbed it and began quickly looking at each of the pages, as Ginny and Hermione entered through the door.

"Ron, what-."

"Shush."

"Ron, what is going on?"

He had stopped flipping the pages, but now began scanning a page, following with his finger. He paused a moment and sighed, "This." Both girls craned their necks to see what he was pointing at.

Colin William Creevey~ June 21, 1981- May 2, 1998

Colin Creevey died May 2, 1998 at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of 16. Colin, who was expelled previously this year because of his blood-status, returned to the school to help his friends and fellow students fight You-Know-Who and his supporters. He bravely defended the castle when he fell at the hand of known Death Eater Augustus Rookwood. Colin's memorial is scheduled for today, May 19th, at 1:00 pm. He will be dearly missed.

"Oh," Hermione said quietly. Somewhere in the Burrow a clock chimed, indicating it was now one 'o clock.

Ginny sighed. "Well, I'm going to go for a little- flight," She said solemnly, before leaving the house. Hermione followed after Ginny, and Ron made his way up to his room.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you're enjoying reading my story! Please review and help this author out a little! Again I am looking for a beta-reader to help me out! And yes I know this chapter is a little short, but just wait the next chapter will be up soon…