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25. The Hearing.

13th of July 1998 – Monday.

A month has passed since our vacation, surprisingly the month had been a peaceful one. Harry had been away a lot, his presence at the hearings was requested almost every day, and besides that he worked together with the head of the auror office Mr. Loron to round up any stray Death Eater.

Ron and Hermione had been away too, they had been helping out George with the shop. George was very grateful for their help as the shopping for Hogwarts season came close.

So I was alone with mom a lot, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Mom was a bit more relaxed since the vacation, a bit calmer. She and dad had used the hours alone to talk and to work through the loss of their son. She was more happy now than I had seen her in the last four years.

I flew my broom whenever I could, sometime Angelina would come over and practice Quidditch with me. She was still waiting for news from the teams she tried out for.

"They said that I would hear something before the first of August, so I'll have to wait." She said when I asked her about it. It was good to have her around, she was a every good flyer and I learned more from her than I had expected. She showed me a lot of new moves I had never seen before.

When we arrived home from the vacation I expected werewolves waiting for us at every corner but besides the last full moon there hadn't been many attacks. Just two days ago it had been full moon, and there had been seventeen attacks on children, this time only one person died, but a lot of kids got contaminated. Kingsley had pulled up some new rules about the treatment of young children that were werewolves by the wizarding community. He had ordered to build a school for them so that they could be taught outside Hogwarts if needed.

The auror office had arrested quite a few werewolves, but they hadn't come close to Greyback. Kingsley received a letter from Greyback every day, threatening him to give up Harry's hiding place or step down as minister, he threatened there would be more attacks if he didn't, but they never came.

Harry suspected Greyback to be brewing something up, some major attack.

"He has been in the inner circles of the Death Eaters, he must have learned something." Harry said to me one night.

Everybody was very careful, always carrying a wand and never go out alone. Kingsley advised us all to be vigilant and be there for each other.

Yesterday it had once again been topic during dinner. Mom had invited Kingsley, Mr. Loron – Lauri's father, and Hagrid over for dinner. I knew Kingsley and Harry both liked Mr. Loron very much, which was a bit surprising because his daughter was still together with Dudley.

"Arn, is one of the best aurors I have ever seen, he's like Mad-eye, strong, tough and he knows so much. He's going to be my trainer." Harry explained to me.

"What about the fact that his daughter is dating your cousin?"

"That's her mistake, Arn isn't too happy about it either. We have a lot of fun talking about Dudley's stupidity." Harry laughed.

I decided that I had to see for myself what type of man Mr. Loron is.

I helped my mom setting the table and preparing dinner. We were sitting outside, it just wasn't practical with Hagrid to be inside. At seven just after Hagrid we heard a group of people arrive, I recognized Harry's voice, it sounded cheerful, Kingsley's voice was easily recognized, but the cheery, relaxed man's voice that accompanied then I didn't recognize, it must have been Mr. Loron.

Mr. Loron, or Arn as he repeatedly asked me to call him, was very nice. His blue eyes, beard and long blond hair was typical Viking like, he look tough, but his eyes had something kind in them, something that only good people could have. He scored even more bonus points by just talking to everybody, he took the time to listen to everybody.

He talked with me about his wife, she was a muggleborn witch and worked as an international writer for a Norwegian news paper.

"She's has a hard time adjusting here, specially with me in such a dangerous job."

"Didn't you work as an auror back home?" I asked.

"Yes, I did, but we never had much to do with dark wizards and witches wanting to take over, mostly our job existed out of hunting for the dark arts fanatics that came from other countries. That wasn't very often." He explained. "I'm sure you'll have the same feeling about Harry's plan as my wife has about my job."

"Yeah, a bit." I confessed, "but I always knew that he would head for the auror office, it was the package deal I signed up for."

"Maybe you should talk to my wife some day, maybe you can help each other out."

"If we get the chance to meet I will."

After that he turned to Ron and Hermione, he asked them about their summer and about their plans for the rest of the summer. Ron and Hermione had been with George when they didn't needed to be in a courtroom. Hermione explained how she reorganized the whole workshop and their ordering systems, while Ron helped George out as a guinea pig.

"Now that George has everything in order, I really want to see if I can find my parents, but I have no idea where to start." Hermione told Arn.

"Oh, what happened to your parents?"

Hermione launched in her story, explaining to him why she had erased her parents memory of her and where she thought they were now.

"You know, I have an old school mate who moved to Australia, he works there for the ministry of magic, he's a link between the muggle and the wizarding world. Maybe he can help you." Arn said with a smile. His hand reached in his pocket and he took out a large stack of small pieces of parchment. With his wand he tapped one of the pieces and handed it to Hermione.

"That's his private address, you can send an owl to him, if you tell him I told you to do that he'll help you out."

Hermione was smiling and crying simultaneous, muttering a dozen thanks.

Harry and Hagrid were discussing the changes at school. Hagrid was extremely happy that McGonagall let him stay to teach, and Hagrid was happy to report that McGonagall had found somebody to teach Defense against the dark arts.

"Now the job isn't jinxed anymore, it's easier to find someone." Hagrid noted.

"Who is going to teach?"

"Dunno, some old auror."

Soon after that the discussion turned to the werewolf problem. They still hadn't found Greyback's hiding place, they felt like they had looked everywhere already.

"Maybe he is tracking across the country?" Ron suggested.

"No, the attacks on children are all located around one area, I think he is hiding around there somewhere." Kingsley said.

"That doesn't have to mean anything. He can apparate to the location where he wants to hunt. It makes much more sense to do that." Hermione said.

"but he has to be in the same area during the full moon, transformations are painful and draining, I don't think he will be up for traveling that day." Harry said.

"We had stayed invisible for almost a year before the snatchers caught up with us, and that was only because we made a mistake with the taboo. We could have stayed hidden for years if needed. Greyback could do the same." Hermione said thoughtfully.

"I really hope we can catch him sooner than that, Hermione." Kingsley said.

"But where can he hide?" Arn asked. "Where would a dark wizard, beast hide."

"Dunno, I even checked the Shrieking shack myself." Hagrid said.

"I think it's either in very large cities or very remote forests." Hermione muttered, more to herself than to us.

"Please explain that, Hermione." Dad said.

"Well he has to go around unnoticed, and even in his human form he really stands out, specially his face. The only places where you can go unnoticed are the large muggle cities or the forests where nobody comes. Muggles don't notice much and specially in a large group they keep to themselves, besides they don't recognize werewolves, they are myths to muggles."

"That makes sense." He nodded.

"Maybe he's using one of Voldemort's hiding places?" I threw in.

"That would be possible." Kingsley nodded.

"No, I don't think so. There maybe one place but I don't know if Riddle would have told them about it." Harry mused.

"What's on your mind, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"As far as I know Riddle used only a few hiding places. One in Albania, where I'm very sure Greyback is not, ever since his return to his full body I believe he has lived at the Malfoy manor, and we know Greyback isn't there."

"What is that one place you were talking about." I asked.

"I'm not even sure he ever was there to hide, but there is a place, a large manor that is empty, the manor where his muggle father used to live. The night he came back we were at a graveyard where his father was buried. Across the valley there was this large house, later with my sessions with Dumbledore I figured out it was the Riddle house. Because it was so close to the graveyard, it can be possible that he hid there."

"and Greyback might use it now." Ron said enthusiastically.

"Only problem is that I don't think Riddle would have ever told the Death Eaters about that house. It was the link to his muggle side, he would have never wanted to draw attention to that."

"That might be, it's still worth bringing a visit." Kingsley said.

"If you go there, you also should check the small shack hiding in the trees across the valley, that's where the last descendants of Slytherin lived, Riddle might have told them about that place." Harry noted.

The conversation went on and on like that, every now and then they would come up with a possible hiding place, so that someone else could find reasons why it wasn't Greyback's hiding place. I felt relieved that Kingsley agreed with me, unlikely or not they should all be visited.

It was getting dark when the three guests got up to leave.

"Oh, Ginny?" Kingsley started, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead." I nodded.

"You know we got one of the Carrows in our cells at the moment, tomorrow the hearing about her crimes she committed at Hogwarts is starting. I was hoping that you would come to the ministry to attend this hearing and give your testimony as well."

"Oh…" That was a bit surprising.

"Ms. Lovegood and Mr. Longbottom will be there as well."

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there if you need me." I blushed a bit.

"The more we hear about what she has done the more chance of her being convicted, she's now playing that she was afraid of Severus Snape and that she was too scared to not follow his orders."

I snorted, "That is ridiculous."

"I quite agree, the hearing starts at nine. Harry will know which courtroom." Kingsley said as he waved goodbye.

Now I was getting ready for the hearing, digging through my clothes to find something proper to wear. I had to admit I was very nervous, not because I would be facing the whole Wizengamot but for Harry, he would be there, hearing our stories. He would be hearing from his friends and girlfriend how they were tortured and mistreated. I wasn't sure how he would take it all.

"Ginny are you ready to go?" Harry asked from downstairs.

"Yeah, just a second." I pulled on a maroon colored skirt and white shirt, and pulled my hair in a ponytail. This would have to do.

When I got downstairs I saw Harry waiting for me at the door, it was fifteen minutes to nine, he wanted to be early so he could talk to Neville and Luna before they started.

Fast, way to fast for my taste, we were walking down the dark corridor towards the courtroom. The halls were eerie but busy, witches and wizards were huddled in groups whispering quickly to each other. Sometimes one of them would turn and say hello to Harry. Harry knew almost every person there and sometimes stopped for a short talk.

Harry was talking with an old gray wizard when I heard somebody call my name.

"Ginny!"

I turned around to see where it came from. Luna and Neville were sitting on a bench close to the door. Luna looked her dreamy self as she waved at me, Neville on the other hand looked terrified and a bit pale.

"Hey. It's so good to see you two again." I said as I walked towards them.

"Yeah, you look good too, tanned." Luna said.

"We have been on a vacation to the Canary Islands, it was very nice."

"Dad and I didn't go on a vacation this summer, he's not up for it yet." Luna said sadly.

"What about you Neville?"

"Grandma isn't really a traveler, we spend some time with Teddy and Andromeda, Gran is in love with Teddy, but we are going to a special greenhouse project for magical plants next week."

I sat down next to them, watching Harry talk to important members of the Wizengamot. It was really remarkable how he had changed, he wasn't shy or intimidated anymore by these wizards and witches. He held himself differently when he talked to them.

"So you and Harry are together now?" Luna asked.

"Yes."

"Today will be hard for him." Luna casually said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he will hear your story today, yours is even worse than ours."

"You can't edit, Ginny." Neville commented.

"I know." I groaned, letting my head hang down. I had tried to think of a way to get Harry away from the hearing, but nothing seemed to be a good plan.

Harry came to sit with us and talked to Luna and Neville for a while. I would have paid attention to what they said but I was thinking about the hearing, about the stories I now must tell, things I wanted to keep from Harry as long as possible, thing I knew would be hard to handle for him.

I knew he had seen the scars on my body but he had never asked about them. I had hoped he would think of them as battle scars from my years in one house with Fred and George, but maybe he knew much more than I thought.

When it was nine the doors of the courtroom opened and we were all called in. The four of us sat together on one of the lower benches, shortly after that my father, Kingsley and Mr. Loron joined us. A whisper of words ran through the room as all the witches and wizards took their seat.

I looked around and saw many well known faces, students from Hogwarts, and teachers but also Neville's grandmother and other parents of students. The whole room was filled. Next to me Neville turned even paler when he saw the audience.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please!" the chairman of the Wizengamot called and the whole room felt silent.

"Thank you, today we are here to hear out the stories of some students from Hogwarts about Ms. Carrow teaching methods and punishing ideas. We all know that Ms. Carrow has confessed on being a Death Eater and these stories shall be taking in account to determine her punishment for he crimes."

A murmur ran through the room again.

"The first student we call to the chair is Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Neville stood up shakily, but when the whole room applauded he straightened up and even managed to smile a bit. He quickly walked to the center of the room and sat down in a comfortable looking armchair.

"Please state your name and age for the record." A woman's voice called from the writing table.

"Oh, Neville Longbottom, age seventeen." Neville said nervously.

"There is no need to be nervous Mr. Longbottom, your story will only help us in our case against Ms. Carrow."

Neville nodded but stayed extremely pale.

"Did you follow Ms. Carrow's lessons of muggle studies?" the chairman asked.

"No, sir."

"Did you have anything to do with her during your school year?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please explain."

"She…she and her brother always attended the detention groups. They would punish those who had detention."

"You were in detention a lot?" the chairman asked curiously.

"Uhm, yes. We, I mean me and some of my friends tried to stand up against the Death Eaters at school, most of it was punished severely."

"How did you and your friends tried to stand up against three Death Eaters?" a woman higher up on the benches asked.

"Oh, well, we tried to make life difficult for them, hexing their food, trying to slip them potions that would cause nasty things, we even tried to break in to the head masters office once but we got caught."

"And the punishment for these things?" the chairman asked.

"When we got caught, most of the time Professor Snape would punished us, they weren't bad, he would have us do chores or something like that, but if one of the Carrows caught us we would be used as a dark arts study object. Mostly Mr. Carrow let younger Slytherins practice the Cruciatus curse on us."

"What happened when they didn't catch you as the culprit?"

Neville took a deep breath and shook his head to clear it, both our memories on that were pretty clear and still frightening.

"They would threaten to torture a half-blood first-year in front of the whole school until the culprit would report him- or herself. We never let that happen."

"You always reported yourself?"

"Yes, we wouldn't have those young kids take the punishment for our actions."

"Who led most of these actions?" the chairman asked.

"Mostly it was me and Ginny, Ginny Weasley, she did most of it before her parents took her out of school. After that I organized everything. There were a lot of other students who joined us, me over the year, some of them got treated very badly by the Carrows."

"You must explain why you would rather take the punishment of torture than to stop your actions?" the witch on the higher seat asked.

"Well, firstly we wanted to show support to Harry and Dumbledore, we had hope that word of our actions would reach him and that he would feel encouraged, also because the Carrows made life at Hogwarts very dark, we just couldn't do nothing, specially after we saw their way of punishment, the way they tortured the younger kids. Besides the punishments weren't that bad, most kids couldn't perform the Cruciatus curse at all, it only hurt when Ms. or Mr. Carrow showed how it was done."

I glanced over at Harry, he was as white as Neville was, his jaw was clenched and his hands shaking. I grabbed one and squeezed it softly, letting him know we were all okay, now. It helped a bit, he relaxed enough to take a slow breath but besides that his face stayed in the same hard expression. Neville's hearing continued for an other thirty minutes, his words brought back all the images from my last school year. I was sure that when I was called forward that I would have no problem with my memory, it was burned in it.

Luna was called up next. Her story was mostly about how the Carrows threatened her with the killing of her father if she didn't behave.

"Every day when I would walk the corridors they would come up to me, telling me that if I was up to no good they would kill my father." Luna said strongly. There was no trace of fear or nervousness in her, she was a strong witch.

"What did you do with that?" the chairman asked.

"Nothing, some things are more important, besides my dad is perfectly capable of defending himself. I supported Harry and Dumbledore like I always have."

"You were kidnapped by the Death Eaters shortly before Christmas, am I right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you tell me how that happened and what happened?"

"I was called by professor Snape to visit him in his office. When I got there we were alone, he asked me to sit and I thought I was getting punished for the prank we had pulled on him that day, but when he turned to me he looked troubled. He said, 'It's the dark lord's wish that you would be taken to the manor, where he can keep you safe until your father listens to him.' Told him that I didn't care about the dark lord's wishes and that they would have to take me with force, I had my wand ready. Professor Snape sighed and closed his eyes, I was about to hex him when he disarmed me. He spoke again, 'Miss Lovegood, I know what you and your friends are doing and it's dangerous, if you want to survive this you must listen carefully…never anger Bellatrix, she'll hurt you more than anyone, when the dark lord asks questions never lie unless you have perfect skills in Oclumency. Be careful with what you do and say.' I didn't understood why he was giving me these advises but before I could ask Mr. Malfoy, Draco's father, walked in and took me with him."

I had never known how brave Luna really was but to hear her telling about this encounter with Snape and from what I know happened at the Malfoy manor, she should have been a Gryffindor.

We had a lunch before I was called up to tell my story. I kissed Harry quickly and got up. My father patted me on my back and Kingsley winked encouraging at me.

"Keep an eye on Harry." I whispered to Luna who took my place next to Harry. She smiled and nodded.

I sat down in the center of the room and looked for a second at Harry, he looked like he was sick, pale with a greenish glow. I smiled at him briefly before I returned my attention to the chairman.

"Please state your name and age." The writing witch said.

"Ginny Weasley, sixteen."

"You are underage, do you have signed permission from your parents or guardian that you are allowed to make a statement?"

I turned to my father in surprise I didn't knew that was needed, but it was Kingsley who got up.

"She has." His low voice sounded through the room.

"Good, lets start." The chairman said. "Please tell us, last year was your sixth year at Hogwarts, am I correct."

"Yes, sir."

"And did you follow any subject taught by the Carrows?"

"Yes, both Muggle studies and Defense against the dark arts."

"Could you please describe how the lessons of muggle studies were?"

"Horrific. Ms. Carrow taught about muggles like they were animals, maybe even less. She called them dirty and filth. She also repeatedly told us why as an pure blood we shouldn't mingle with mud-bloods or muggles, that they were either criminals or not worth looking up on. The lessons were focused on why wizards and witches were good and muggles and muggleborns were bad."

"and could you tell us a bit about the Defense against the Dark arts lesson?"

"They were even more horrific, to be honest. It wasn't Defense anymore, it was just the Dark arts. Mr. Carrow first taught us the theory behind the unforgivable curses and than we had to practice them on animals and insects. If we refused, as I did every class, we were punished."

"What kind of punishment do we talk about?"

I dared a glance in Harry's direction but he didn't meet my eye. I took a deep breath and sighed.

"When I refused to use the unforgivable curses, they would use me as an example in class. Only when professor Snape attended the classes would they give me normal punishment like lines or chores."

"What do you mean by being used as an example?" asked the witch on the upper benches, she looked shocked.

"They used me to show the others how you would properly perform the Cruciatus curse or the Imperious Curse."

"You must have gotten injured?" she asked in shock.

"With the Cruciatus curse the injuries weren't that bad, those who stood up against the Death Eaters quickly learned how to heal small wounds and wounds inflicted by minor curses, but with the Imperious curse they let you do things that sometimes led to bigger injuries."

"Can you give us an example?"

I closed my eyes, ready to shake no, I didn't want Harry to hear this or any of them, these were my burdens not theirs, but Neville's words kept ringing in my head.

"It's okay not too, if it's too hard." Kingsley said. My eyes snapped open.

"No, this need to be told but I don't want to burden people with these things. I'll give an example, but remember that this one isn't the worse."

The witches and wizards around me murmured and nodded.

"One time shortly before my parents pulled me out for my own safety they asked the class to perform a hex on a cat. I'm a cat person, I love cats, so I got really angry and instead of hexing the cat I pointed my wand at Mr. Carrow, he wasn't very happy with me and immediately put me under the Imperious Curse, I tried to fight it with all I had but before I could throw it off I was lying on the floor, a gash on my forehead and a deep one on my back, bleeding like crazy. The hex I was supposed to do on the cat, he had me do on myself. If Professor Snape hadn't walked in at that moment it would have been a lot worse."

"What hex was it?"

"Sectumsempra."

A loud murmur ran through the courtroom as everybody looked shocked. I didn't dare to look at Harry, I prayed that he still was there but I wouldn't blame him if he had left. I was sure that if I would to hear Harry telling something like this I would have ran out before throwing up all over the floor.

After a few minutes the room became quiet again and the chairman continued with his questions.

"Ms. Lovegood told us a bit about how normal life in the castle was impossible with the Carrows patrolling in corridors, can you tell us about your experience with that?"

"When…when people, specially the Carrow and students from Slytherin realized that we, me and a large group of friends were still fighting for Harry and Dumbledore, we became a target. There were incidents with students from Slytherin, nasty accidents, but the Carrows were brutal, they would physically beat someone and specially Ms. Carrow, she was quite creative in making sure we got the message that rioting against them and supporting Harry, specially as a pure-blood that was something close to deserving the death penalty for."

"Explain please."

"Well, there was one time that I was talking loudly about Harry, which was forbidden, and she heard me. Suddenly I was suspended in the air upside down. I laughed at her, telling her that she was fighting a lost battle, so she got angry and took me to the great hall, during dinner time, she let me hang there upside down so that everybody could see me getting punished. Professor McGonagall finished it but I had fun until than."

"Fun?"

"Uhm, yes, she, Ms Carrow, isn't very smart you see, so she never silenced me or anything, so I was singing and shouting my support for Harry, Dumbledore and the good cause through the hall while it was full with students. I tried to rally more students for our fight. She only got more and more angry and panicky but she couldn't curse me because of the other teachers there attending dinner. Anyway, supporting the good cause wasn't the best way to stay safe."

The chairman nodded, I think he thought I was crazy. Maybe I was a little, but I grew up with Fred and George, humiliation and a little bit of pain was drilled into me from a young age, it didn't bother me any more.

"How many times did they use the Cruciatus curse on you?"

"Too many to count…maybe once every week maybe more." I breathed.

"and was it just for a short time and for punishment or was there more behind it."

"In the beginning it was just short snaps, specially when they let the other students do it, but after a while, when the Death Eaters couldn't find Harry, al those who supported him where interrogated regularly."

"and during these interrogations the torturing took longer."

"Yes, we all got scars from that. And it wasn't just the Cruciatus curse they used. They would beat us or tried to scare us. Anything really." I said solemnly.

"What questions did Ms. Carrow ask?"

"All sort, about where we thought Harry could be, about if we were still in contact with him, if he was behind our actions, but also about where we were hiding, where our secret meeting place was. Specially Ms. Carrow was sure that we would meet up with Harry there."

"Did you knew or answer."

"No, I didn't knew answers to the questions about Harry and no I never answered to those I did knew."

"What happened when you didn't gave them any information?"

"They used force, once I ended up in the hospital wing."

I stood up and pulled up my shirt to show them the long scar that was running down my side. Most of my scars were gone, and had been gone before Harry could see them but this large on still remained.

I heard a sob to my side, coming from Harry's direction, I turned to see what was going on. I saw Luna with her arm around Harry, he held his head in his hands and rested them on his knees.

The chairman pulled my attention back to him with a cough and I let my shirt down.

"It seems like you were treated worse than the others, do you have any idea why?"

I snorted.

"I'm a Weasley, according to the Death Eaters philosophy I'm the worst blood traitor in the world, besides that the whole school knew I was Harry Potter's girlfriend and I was making my case known every chance I got."

"It all seems so horrible, you are so young to endure such a thing, and it almost sounds like you did it voluntarily."

"It's like Neville said. Of course I rather had that we had a happy year at Hogwarts, all our years have been clouded by something bad, of course it would have been nice to have a quiet untroubled year, but that wasn't the case, and like Luna and Neville and quite a few others we just couldn't sit and watch it happen. The Carrows openly tortured, abused and humiliated younger kids, first-years that didn't even know what Dark arts were, there was no way we would sit and watch. We fought against them for Harry, Dumbledore and the wizarding world."

I was surprised that quite a few wizards and witches applauded, what I had said was true and I would do it again with out questioning. What I did question was the fact that Harry had been here to hear it all. He was still sitting on the bench with his head in his hand, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

I looked pleadingly at the chairman, hoping to be released from this seat so that I could go to Harry. He nodded.

"Thank you, Ms. Weasley, you may go now. Today's hearing is finished, tomorrow we will continue with the interrogation of Ms. Carrow." The chairman called and most witches and wizards left the courtroom immediately.

I rushed toward Harry, bumping against somebody but I didn't care.

"Harry?" I called but I got no reaction. Luna got up to let me sit next to Harry. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. "Harry?" I whispered again.

This time he looked up, his face hard and his eyes glassy.

"Are you ready, I should take you home?" he said with a cold voice.

I thought getting home might be a good idea, he could release some frustration there, so I nodded. We said a quick goodbye to Neville and Luna, promising them to write or visit soon.

Harry pulled me quickly along the corridors, it went so fast that I almost missed the very worried look on Kingsley's face.

A soon as we were out of the building Harry pulled me along in apparition. For a few very uncomfortable seconds I couldn't breath. When my feet were back on the ground I pulled a deep breath.

"Harry, I'm sorry…" I turned around, expecting him to be next to me but be wasn't, "Harry!"

There was no answer, maybe I let go to soon and he had arrived closer to the house, so I ran toward the Burrow.

"Harry!" I called again.

"Ginny?" I heard my moms voice coming from the kitchen.

"Mom, have you seen Harry?"

"No dear, I thought he was with you at the ministry."

I looked around in panic, Harry was nowhere to be seen.

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