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My brain is pretty fried so I think I'll end the author note here. Since I updated just a few days ago there's not much I have to say.

Without further ado:

Chapter 43

Ginny POV

The next month seemed to drag by and fly by at the same time. Much of my free time was spent taking care of Mr. Olivander and Griphook. After a few days, Griphook had woken up and seemed to be steadily getting better after that. He was a difficult person to get along with though. He always demanded his food be brought to him, even after his legs had healed. Eventually Fleur snapped at him and demanded he eat at the table or not at all. He was not happy about it and made sure everyone knew.

Mr. Olivander was a blessing though. He was a constant a gentleman and never demanded for anything, even if he needed it. I enjoyed the hours spent with him as I took care of him. Luna and I were often in the back room with him just talking. He had lived a very long life and had so many memories he was willing to share. It was like taking a trip though time, his voice painting a different world for us.

At the end of the day I would collapse on the small bed of blankets on the living room floor next to the dying fire in the fireplace. Harry, Ron, and Hermione also slept in the living room during their time here too. Luna slept on the floor in Mr. Olivander's room though, not wanting to be apart from him.

The small cottage was bursting at the seams with people, making it very difficult to sneak out to go to the cottage in the woods every Tuesday. By some miracle though, I was able to do it. There was nothing that could keep me from going to our spot, especially now that I knew Draco was alive. Sadly, he still didn't show up. The tears came less though, even in his continued absence. He was alive and nothing could diminish the joy I felt at that.

But, as weeks went by and still I'd heard nothing from him. It was getting hard to keep my head up, even with the knowledge that he'd been okay as of mere weeks ago. But, who knew what could happen in that few weeks? After all, Harry had been at the Manor and had gotten away. Who knows what Voldemort would have done to everyone there?

I was able to keep my mind off of it for the most part during the day though, what with being so busy. At night, I'd hide my tears since I was sleeping so close to others, something that quickly got old. I loved the three of them so much but I didn't like having no personal space. Even growing up with so many bothers I'd always had my own room to retreat to.

A couple weeks after they had arrived, Mr. Olivander was well enough to leave. He and Luna had apparated off in the middle of November. They would return to Luna's home, the home that had recently been given every protection it could. It was nearly as well protected as the Burrow.

It had been a bit better after they had left and I'd moved back into the back room. It wasn't so crowded in the small cottage. But, Harry, Ron and Hermione were still here as was Griphook. The four of them spent much of their days locked in the small bedroom that Griphook was occupying. Agreeing to the unspoken request, none of us asked what they were up to. It was obvious it had something to do with whatever it was that had kept the trio away for so long.

After the first month, there was an obvious change. They were obviously planning something. I wondered sadly how much longer I'd have with my brother and friends before they were gone again. One morning in early December was the day we'd known was coming. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Griphook set out after breakfast without so much as telling us where they were going. It was understandable though, and we didn't press them.

Harry told us not to worry about them, that they'd be alright, as everyone said goodbye, everyone that was except Griphook. I'd hugged Hermione and Harry before turning to Ron and debated on punching him for leaving us again without telling us where he was going or hug him with all I had. I ended up hugging him.

I tried to hold back my tears as I hugged the youngest of my older brothers. I wasn't able to say goodbye to him last time and he'd been gone so long. I didn't want to not seem him again for so long without a goodbye. So I stood there and hugged my childhood playmate to me. He was the one I'd been closets to growing up, the one nearest my age. He was a prick sometimes, but I loved him anyway. Finally I pulled away and said goodbye.

After saying goodbye to Bill and Fleur, the four of them left.

Life went back to what it had been before. I turned my attention to the very pregnant Fleur. She looked like she was about to pop. At a little over eight months pregnant, she was getting very close to delivering my first niece or nephew.

The day that the trio and Griphook had left, we'd gotten rid of everything in the baby room that had been there for Griphook. Paint went on the walls, bright yellow curtains were put over the two windows. A beautiful white crib was put below one of the windows. Slowly, the baby's room came together to create a nursery up to Fleur's standards.

The next day we heard the news. Harry, Ron and Hermione had broken into Gringotts Wizard Bank and got into one of the high security vaults. The most unbelievable part was the fact they'd escaped from Gringotts on the back of an old, half blind dragon that had lived in the long winding tunnels of Gringotts its entire life. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I read the article in the Daily Prophet that morning.

And then, not even two days since they'd left, we got new from Mum that Harry, Ron and Hermione had showed up at the Burrow. So that evening Bill, the very pregnant Fleur, and I apparated over to the Burrow for a celebration. We had to keep everything under wraps so nobody would even suspect that the three of them had come home.

"Mum," Bill called as we stood out the door that led into the kitchen.

Bustling sounded on the other side of the door before Mum's voice was heard. "Bill?" she questioned. Then she asked him the security question, the one asked to make sure than no impersonators got in. Finally, after he answered and asked her a question back, we were finally let into the warm kitchen.

After Mum fussed over us for a while, not having seen us in months, she let us going into the living room where the rest of the family and even some order members were gathered. Harry was talking to Lupin over by the fire. Fred and George were teasing Ron while Hermione watched on, laughing quietly. Everyone else was scattered about, talking and catching up. It was a nice respite for everyone from the war.

As soon as we walked, several people made their way over to Bill and Fleur to fuss over her growing belly. I avoided the crowd and made my way over to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing. "Weren't gone for long but you did managed to make quite a stir in two days," I said with a laugh as I stopped in front of them.

Harry shrugged and smiled before saying, "We try."

I shook my head. "Honestly though? A dragon?" I asked with a laugh. I felt so light hearted, knowing they were safe at home.

"It wasn't so bad once we were out," Ron said with a shrug. "Landing wasn't fun though, since we ended up just jumping off since it showed no signs of stopping."

My eyebrows shot up and I questioned, "I hope you were flying low!"

"Low enough and over a lake," Hermione reassured me. "We didn't get hurt, other than a few bruises."

I nodded understandingly and Harry looked like he was going to go on but Mum could be heard from the kitchen. "Supper's on the table!"

The crowd of people pressed into the kitchen and settled around the overcrowded long table. Thankfully, Mum was accustomed to feeding the masses. There was plenty food. Like the night that the trio had showed up at Shell Cottage, Ron ate more than everyone else. You would think he'd spent the last year hungry, which wasn't true. He'd only been away from a home-cooked meal for two days, if that.

That night I slept in my bed for the first time in many months. Everyone but the Order members were staying the night at the Burrow and the noise of all of my brothers settling down for the night made me smile. It had been so long since all of us were home and safe. That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face

I know it was shorter than usual and I'm sorry for that but I made it up since it was such a quick update.

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