They walked to the Headmaster's office, a strange parade of one nearly of age Gryffindor prefect, two Hufflepuff Quidditch members in their fourth year, two second-year Gryffindors, and one very quiet little girl who was clutching at her older brother. Percy was actually holding Ginny on his hip, surprisingly strong, surprisingly steady for someone who was so bookish. All covered in slim and dirt and blood. They must've looked a sight, ghastly on the kinder end, downright horrific on the more honest end.
They rounded the corner, just meeting what looked like to be Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, a sorry looking house elf with bandaged ears dragging behind the pure-blood and Dumbledore exiting the office.
The party stared at each other for a beat, confusion, and astonishment.
Ginny on Percy's hip, Harry carrying a sword, the Sorting Hat, with Steve and Cedric bring back the rear, clutching the ruined, tattered diary of the teenage Lord Voldemort. The phoenix, apparently called Fawks, let out a trill, perched on Steve's head.
Mrs. Weasley reacted to that, lunging forward with a happy cry of;
"Ginny!"
AN:
Whoops, I totally fell asleep after a little drinking and did not post this! So… Double posting today, yay?
