Well, Ron and I are still downstairs talking over Wizard Chess. We were having our own wild theories about why Harry had to go to the Ministry of Magic. We made up some wild things laughing our heads off. Then we started to play Exploding Snap. When we were playing that we had bids on when they were going to come back. We gambled with popcorn and Chips. I think Mum fell asleep because she didn't call us up to go to bed. It was about Midnight when we came to that conclusion. We got sugar high and we went outside. We borrowed Fred and George's Brooms, like we usually do without asking. We played with only the light from the moon, stars and our wands. I fell off about once or twice. Can't remember all that well.
We decided to go back in and play Wizard Chess some more. I won one! But I think he let me win. We kept glancing at the Family Clock. Everyone one was pointing home except Dad's. Harry was on there to since mum put it up. She fells like he is part of the family. So does everyone else.
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I just hope he is okay. It was about 3 in the morning the last time I looked at the clock. I most have been falling asleep on the couch. When:
"Ginny...Ginny...wake up... Where're back... Ginny"
"Hmmm go away..." I answered groggily. Then I felt like someone lift me up I opened my eyes halfway because I knew it wasn't dad. I looked up sleepily and saw Harry looking up to make sure he didn't fall down the steps. He was carrying me. He was carrying me... It's a dream. I put my arms around him and snuggled my head into his arms and feel asleep. Why not take a dream for granted?
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I awoke in my bed with the sun beaming in my window lighting my room. I got dressed and hurried down the stairs. Told mom I was ready to go. Ron was filling me on the conversation he had with Harry last night. Harry wasn't aloud to tell him much since it's not so post to be known, but he did she he was needed for a trail. It seems like Cedric's parents want some recognition that he-who-must-not-be-named killed their son. They were probably looking for some money relief. They needed Harry for questioning. I can't blame them. I don't even want to think about what mum and dad would have done. When we got home mum hugged Fred and George so tight. I had to laugh since thing time about coming back from the Quidditch World Cup, about mom being made to them before they left about there O.W.L.S.
We go into the car the Ministry lent us to get to Kings Crossing. I hate being poor. I hate the feeling of always wanting something I can't have. I will just have to get use to it. Dad got a raise since he was working so hard at the Ministry. But it's still not much. At lest I got new books this year. I was happy about that. Harry keeps talking about a black dog that he might be able to see soon with Ron. Mum knows what he is talking about... I think. Harry told me the black dog was his godfather. The person that excaped for Abazan. I couldn't believe it. I still don't. I think he has gone in the flip side if you ask me. We will be meting up with Hermione soon. I can't wait to see her again. We have been sending each other notes though post owl and became close friends. I can't wait to see her again. Everytime I mention her to Ron he blushes. I always laugh... blushing must be the Weasley sign of liking someone... a lot.
We decided to go back in and play Wizard Chess some more. I won one! But I think he let me win. We kept glancing at the Family Clock. Everyone one was pointing home except Dad's. Harry was on there to since mum put it up. She fells like he is part of the family. So does everyone else.
* * *
I just hope he is okay. It was about 3 in the morning the last time I looked at the clock. I most have been falling asleep on the couch. When:
"Ginny...Ginny...wake up... Where're back... Ginny"
"Hmmm go away..." I answered groggily. Then I felt like someone lift me up I opened my eyes halfway because I knew it wasn't dad. I looked up sleepily and saw Harry looking up to make sure he didn't fall down the steps. He was carrying me. He was carrying me... It's a dream. I put my arms around him and snuggled my head into his arms and feel asleep. Why not take a dream for granted?
* * *
I awoke in my bed with the sun beaming in my window lighting my room. I got dressed and hurried down the stairs. Told mom I was ready to go. Ron was filling me on the conversation he had with Harry last night. Harry wasn't aloud to tell him much since it's not so post to be known, but he did she he was needed for a trail. It seems like Cedric's parents want some recognition that he-who-must-not-be-named killed their son. They were probably looking for some money relief. They needed Harry for questioning. I can't blame them. I don't even want to think about what mum and dad would have done. When we got home mum hugged Fred and George so tight. I had to laugh since thing time about coming back from the Quidditch World Cup, about mom being made to them before they left about there O.W.L.S.
We go into the car the Ministry lent us to get to Kings Crossing. I hate being poor. I hate the feeling of always wanting something I can't have. I will just have to get use to it. Dad got a raise since he was working so hard at the Ministry. But it's still not much. At lest I got new books this year. I was happy about that. Harry keeps talking about a black dog that he might be able to see soon with Ron. Mum knows what he is talking about... I think. Harry told me the black dog was his godfather. The person that excaped for Abazan. I couldn't believe it. I still don't. I think he has gone in the flip side if you ask me. We will be meting up with Hermione soon. I can't wait to see her again. We have been sending each other notes though post owl and became close friends. I can't wait to see her again. Everytime I mention her to Ron he blushes. I always laugh... blushing must be the Weasley sign of liking someone... a lot.