A/N: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, Hogwarts and loads of other cool things. I own my laptop.

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The remaining Weasley's sat in silence around the kitchen table in stunned silence; Arthur positively glowed with pride at the maturity of his daughter. Percy sat heavily back in his chair shaking his head, wondering at the stupidity of his sister in giving away all that money. Bill and Charlie couldn't believe who perceptive George had been.

'Let me get this straight, Ginny' the disbelief dripping from every syllable Percy spoke, 'Not only did Potter give you a cottage at the other side of the Village, he gave you a house elf and an exceptionally generous stipend. Not only that but he stipulated that this was for twenty years, and you refused it?'

'I couldn't take his money, Percy, not after everything that I, Ron, and Mum had done to him and Hermione. It felt wrong.'

'To hell with wrong, Ginny, after ten years of marriage – love potion or not – you are entitled to it. You'll just have to write to him and say that you've changed your mind.'

'No, I don't think so.' Ginny folded her arms and stared at her snooty brother indignantly.

'No? What do you mean no?'

'I mean no Percy; you know the two letter word that means the opposite of yes. You should be well aware of its meaning as I understand Audrey tells you NO on a regular basis.'

Percy didn't respond he looked both guilty and snooty at the same time.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Percy asked 'What did you get from the annulment then?'

'I grew up Percy; I kept my dignity and was given a second chance at being Harry's friend, after what I did to him anything other than being in a prison cell is one hell of a bonus.' the rest of her siblings we now paying rapt attention to her every word.

'I get to sit here with my family, knowing that you would all go out of your way to protect me and I can't help feeling ashamed of myself.' Her voice grew heavy with emotion as she spoke 'I knew even before I gave him the love potion that it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I wanted my piece of happiness.' As she spoke her shoulders sagged visibly as the weight of her duplicity finally came to rest.

'In all the time that I have known Harry, he has never asked for anything for himself. He saved people he barely knew just because it was the right thing to do. He took everything that our world threw at him and not once did he crumble under the weight of our expectation or ridicule, and through it, all only Hermione was there by his side. She was doing things that I couldn't dream of doing, hell she was even willing to go into the forest with him, and for ten years Ron, mum and I kept them apart.'

Finally, Ginny looked at her snooty brother, her eyes no longer bright and vivacious and said 'So no, Percy, I'm not entitled to anything; I don't even deserve to breathe the same air as him.'

Ginny got up from the table and walked out of the house, she had no clear goal in mind but she needed to be alone. She took a deep breath and stared at the sky. Almost as though she was on autopilot, she made her way to the shed with the brooms and dug out an old Cleansweep 7 and made for the sky. It would be several hours before she came back down to earth.

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Since Harry had left them, Garrick and Dennis had drunk half a bottle of Rum in almost absolute silence. Both men had fond memories of Oliver Wood, both as a player and as a friend. Garrick was the first to speak 'You know it was my dad that signed Ollie, right out of Hogwarts. He said that he'd never seen a keeper so talented. If he was still with us today it would break his heart to hear about what happened to him and his poor wife.'

'The club needs to do something to honour him, something significant you know?'

Garrick picked up the bottle and poured two more large glasses 'what do you have in mind?'

Dennis picked up his full glass and before emptying it in one go said 'something like those Muggle football teams do.'

'You mean like name a stand after him, kind of thing?' asked Garrick

'Yeah,-' In midsentence Dennis burped and had a flash of inspiration 'I've got it. Go get Willkie and I'll tell you what we are gonna do.'

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Deep in the caverns of Gringotts, two very scared Muggles were led into an arena by four extremely freighting creatures that could only live in the mind of a very deranged person. Charlie Jarvie and Raymond Kirk had seen many strange things in their lives. Usually, they were the hallucinations brought on by the copious amounts of drugs that were swimming about in their bloodstream. This was different, this was worse than any hallucination or nightmare. This was real.

Chairman Ragnok stood and raised his hands, causing the roaring crowd to fall silent 'Charles Andrew Jarvie, Raymond Anthony Kirk.' He bellowed out their names 'You have been found guilty of crimes against friends of the Goblin Nation. You have been sentenced to death by combat. In this hallowed arena, you will fight until one of you is left standing, the victor will face me in single combat. Should you refuse to fight; you will be taken from this place and fed to one of our dragons.'

The smile on Ragnoks face did nothing to alleviate their fears. Raymond Kirk put his hand in the air; this act caused riotous laughter to break out within the assembled crowd.

In his amusement Ragnok held up his hands again to silence the crowd 'Brothers, let us hear what the guilty have to say.'

'Here pal, yous huv got the rang guys. We've no done nothin' so we huv nae'

'aye, that's right yer goblinness, we're pure innocent like an that.' chipped in Charlie.

Raymond continued 'we wis sleepin, then the next thing we know, these clowns wur draggin' us in here. Whits 'at aw aboot? Wheres oor lawyer?'

'I know not which tongue you speak, Human. Your words are but a jumble to my ears. You are here because you murdered someone important to a friend of the Goblin nation and reparations have been demanded.' Ragnok replied to the condemned 'Guards, give each of them a weapon'

One of the guards threw a single sword on the ground ten feet in front the men, which caused Raymond to complain to Ragnok 'Hawl mate! How comes we only get the wan sword?'

Ragnok grinned menacingly 'whoever gets the sword has a chance of getting out of the arena alive.'

Both men paled, this was not some joke to scare them, this was the culmination of every bad choice they had ever made coming back to bite them on the arse.

Ragnok held his hands in the air, the crowd knowing what was to come next held its collective breath, he paused for a moment before bellowing 'FIGHT!'

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Harry sat next to the river for a couple of hours, completely unaware of the events happening at the Burrow and deep below Gringotts. It would be later in the day before Ragnok made contact with him. He stood up, his joints stiff from sitting in one place for so long. As he stretched he heard the sound of his tendons and ligament popping, it had been a long morning so far and now he had to head to Hogwarts. He needed to finalise the details of the memorial before heading to Gringotts.

He turned on his heal and arrived a moment later on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, the village was empty of students as it was mid-morning on a school day, he cast his Patronus and sent it off to Headmistress McGonagall letting her know that he was head up to see her after visiting Hagrid.

It had been too long since he had seen his old friend and he wanted to find the Resurrection Stone. As he walked up through the main gate, he felt the wards to the castle as he passed through them. Very soon this would be his home once again and while it scared him, it also filled him with a sense of starting over. As soon as he set eyes on the castle he knew that coming back here was the right thing to do.

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