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Disclaimer: Do you really need a disclaimer by now? You do! Ok, we don't own anything it all belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic!
OK after that review from Anon (Anon? so brave, don't you think?), anyway we have been informed (thanks to all of you who took the time to review and tell us) that they could have been referring to the part in Lord of the Rings when Bilbo disappears. We just want to say we had no intention of copying Lord of the Rings or anything else, we hadn't realised we had but we're sorry if this caused offence. Oh yeah and about Harry's disappearance (just for Jayde our own Hermione but she rocks because she was lovely and nice about the fic!), we know you can't apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds but we never said he did. Originally we wrote that he disappeared through the oak doors but it sounded less dramatic.
Anyway a big shout out to our wonderful reviewers! You guys are the salt to our pepper, the bubble to our squeak, the Justin to our Britney…ok maybe not such a good analogy anymore! But hey let's stop these crazy ramblings of a girl who's had a lack of sleep and continue with the fic!
Chapter 2- The Burrow
The Burrow was its usual bustle of activity, yet something was different. The chickens still pecked about the yard, with wellingtons still scattered by the side of the house. The building itself still looked like it was about to collapse at any minute and still seeming to be held up by magic.
Molly Weasley busied herself in her kitchen. She was hard at work for her children were all coming round for dinner and it was a rare occasion for them to all be under the same roof, especially due to the terror of the last few years. As she flicked her wand at one of the cupboards she sadly amended herself, not all her children.
They may have not been related by blood, but she was the closest thing Harry had, had for a mother his whole life. They would always joke that he was the only Weasley without that trademark flaming red hair. Things weren't the same since he had left and even harder for the Weasley family to handle since he hadn't come back.
Fred and George stopped inventing jokes even though they still ran their shop, but both had become more involved in Ron's search for his best friend.
Ron, this had definitely effected him the most. Molly always marvelled at her youngest son. Of all her children, Molly was secretly most proud of Ron, even though he didn't suspect this. None of her children quite had what Ron had, his unbelievable love for his friends, his over protective nature, his loyalty and his heart break right at this moment. Ron missed his best friend and everyone knew nothing could replace Harry in Ron's mind. Hermione had tried and although he loved her more than life itself, Harry was still his best friend.
Molly's thoughts were broken into by a small pop. Ginny Weasley had just apparated into the kitchen and flopped into a chair. 'Poor Ginny' she thought as she made her a cup of tea and handed it to her daughter, 'She looks so tired.'
Harry's disappearance had been extremely hard on her too. They had become such great friends; everyone thinking Ginny had outgrown her childish crush. Molly knew she had, but had her suspicions that it had grown into love.
"Hi mom," Ginny gave her mother a weak smile. "God I'm exhausted, that night shift was hectic. I think I'll go to bed." Molly nodded as Ginny got up and headed out of the kitchen. Watching her daughter climb the creaky stairs she sighed.
"Poor Ginny."
Upstairs Ginny flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling she began to stare at a crack in it. Today had been particularly hard, and all for the stupidest of reasons.
During the dark days of the war, Ginny had felt completely helpless. There had been her father and Percy working day and night at the ministry (they had finally accepted the rise of Voldemort). Charlie, Bill, Fred and George always on some secret mission for Dumbledore. Ron had been completing his training as an Auror, always been sent out to the front line, Ginny had worried about him the most. Even Hermione was helping with her job in W.S.I. (Wizard Secret Investigations) and Harry…. But how was she helping. While at school she felt less helpless, she was head girl, and she helped to protect the whole school. But without that, what could she do?
In the end she had taken a job at St Mungo's, so she could help the wounded, after all she was pretty good at healing charms.
Even with the war over, she stayed to help. It seemed as though she had found her calling as a nurse, although she was currently studying to be a doctor. Some of her had to admit that there was another reason. What if by some miracle Harry showed up? Then she would be able to care for him, show him just what he meant. But there seemed no hope of that.
Harry was a heavy weight on Ginny's heart. She had loved him, actually loved him. Not because he was the 'boy who lived', but because he was Harry. Smart, brave, loyal, kind, with a great sense of humour, heart- melting smile and a laugh that could send tingles up her spine. But he didn't love her like that. He didn't tremble when she said his name, he didn't find it hard to breathe when she was near and he wasn't dying of a broken heart at this precise moment. She could handle the fact that he would never return her love, well just about, but what she was unable to handle was not having Harry in her life.
Work had been hell today. Normally Ginny was able to block Harry from her mind temporarily, but today it had been impossible. A small boy had been brought in with a strange cut down his arm. The cut had been roughly in the shape of a lightening bolt. He reminded her so much of Harry, too. His innocent little smile, his bravery and the fact that he kept claiming that he had to save Jim. Jim turned out be his pet cat that had got stuck in a rock cavern, but still he had been unconcerned about his injuries and more concerned about others (even if it had been a cat). She was also convinced that just about everybody in the ward had black hair or green eyes. It seemed that everywhere she went she had a reminded of the man she loved. Now she was just ready to roll over and cry her heart out.
But Ginny knew she couldn't. The family would be arriving soon and she had to be strong, especially in front of Ron. After all, she knew what he was going through, she too had lost her best friend.
"Hermione, I'm home!" Ron dropped into an armchair by the fire and closed his eyes. He was totally exhausted. There had been a huge raid today, some undiscovered deatheaters had decided to try and resurrect 'you-know-who'. Not that it was really possible, but it had given his unit a chance to put the last remaining known deatheaters into Azkaban. Ron hated cases like this, it just succeeded in reminding him that Harry was no longer here, he was… well Ron had no idea where he was, but wherever it was it wasn't home. Ron was lost in thought when Hermione entered the room. Frowning slightly at his exhausted appearance, she gently lowered herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around him. Ron's eyes opened and he allowed a small smile, before kissing her softly.
"Ron you look so tired." Hermione stated with concern. "Maybe we shouldn't go, I'll call Mom and tell her." As she started to stand Ron grabbed her had and pulled her back down.
"'Mione, of course we're going. You know how rare it is when we all can. I really want to see how Gin's doing." Hermione nodded. She understood how much Ron missed his family, and she too was worried about Ginny. She had been very close to Harry before he had left; after all there had been times when Ron and Hermione had wanted to be alone. Ginny, unlike the rest of the family, had never broken down, never cried in front of anyone else, but you could see she was still hurting.
"OK, but we had better get a move on. I will not be late again, Ronald Weasley." Ron grinned to himself as he stood. Following Hermione to the fireplace, he took a pinch of floo powder.
"The Burrow!"
Fan fic managed!
Review PLEASE! We will love you forever! Please, pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top! We want to know who's reading this out there *waves*, while reviewing you can wave back if you really want, if you don't we don't blame you but review anyway!
Disclaimer: Do you really need a disclaimer by now? You do! Ok, we don't own anything it all belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic!
OK after that review from Anon (Anon? so brave, don't you think?), anyway we have been informed (thanks to all of you who took the time to review and tell us) that they could have been referring to the part in Lord of the Rings when Bilbo disappears. We just want to say we had no intention of copying Lord of the Rings or anything else, we hadn't realised we had but we're sorry if this caused offence. Oh yeah and about Harry's disappearance (just for Jayde our own Hermione but she rocks because she was lovely and nice about the fic!), we know you can't apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds but we never said he did. Originally we wrote that he disappeared through the oak doors but it sounded less dramatic.
Anyway a big shout out to our wonderful reviewers! You guys are the salt to our pepper, the bubble to our squeak, the Justin to our Britney…ok maybe not such a good analogy anymore! But hey let's stop these crazy ramblings of a girl who's had a lack of sleep and continue with the fic!
Chapter 2- The Burrow
The Burrow was its usual bustle of activity, yet something was different. The chickens still pecked about the yard, with wellingtons still scattered by the side of the house. The building itself still looked like it was about to collapse at any minute and still seeming to be held up by magic.
Molly Weasley busied herself in her kitchen. She was hard at work for her children were all coming round for dinner and it was a rare occasion for them to all be under the same roof, especially due to the terror of the last few years. As she flicked her wand at one of the cupboards she sadly amended herself, not all her children.
They may have not been related by blood, but she was the closest thing Harry had, had for a mother his whole life. They would always joke that he was the only Weasley without that trademark flaming red hair. Things weren't the same since he had left and even harder for the Weasley family to handle since he hadn't come back.
Fred and George stopped inventing jokes even though they still ran their shop, but both had become more involved in Ron's search for his best friend.
Ron, this had definitely effected him the most. Molly always marvelled at her youngest son. Of all her children, Molly was secretly most proud of Ron, even though he didn't suspect this. None of her children quite had what Ron had, his unbelievable love for his friends, his over protective nature, his loyalty and his heart break right at this moment. Ron missed his best friend and everyone knew nothing could replace Harry in Ron's mind. Hermione had tried and although he loved her more than life itself, Harry was still his best friend.
Molly's thoughts were broken into by a small pop. Ginny Weasley had just apparated into the kitchen and flopped into a chair. 'Poor Ginny' she thought as she made her a cup of tea and handed it to her daughter, 'She looks so tired.'
Harry's disappearance had been extremely hard on her too. They had become such great friends; everyone thinking Ginny had outgrown her childish crush. Molly knew she had, but had her suspicions that it had grown into love.
"Hi mom," Ginny gave her mother a weak smile. "God I'm exhausted, that night shift was hectic. I think I'll go to bed." Molly nodded as Ginny got up and headed out of the kitchen. Watching her daughter climb the creaky stairs she sighed.
"Poor Ginny."
Upstairs Ginny flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling she began to stare at a crack in it. Today had been particularly hard, and all for the stupidest of reasons.
During the dark days of the war, Ginny had felt completely helpless. There had been her father and Percy working day and night at the ministry (they had finally accepted the rise of Voldemort). Charlie, Bill, Fred and George always on some secret mission for Dumbledore. Ron had been completing his training as an Auror, always been sent out to the front line, Ginny had worried about him the most. Even Hermione was helping with her job in W.S.I. (Wizard Secret Investigations) and Harry…. But how was she helping. While at school she felt less helpless, she was head girl, and she helped to protect the whole school. But without that, what could she do?
In the end she had taken a job at St Mungo's, so she could help the wounded, after all she was pretty good at healing charms.
Even with the war over, she stayed to help. It seemed as though she had found her calling as a nurse, although she was currently studying to be a doctor. Some of her had to admit that there was another reason. What if by some miracle Harry showed up? Then she would be able to care for him, show him just what he meant. But there seemed no hope of that.
Harry was a heavy weight on Ginny's heart. She had loved him, actually loved him. Not because he was the 'boy who lived', but because he was Harry. Smart, brave, loyal, kind, with a great sense of humour, heart- melting smile and a laugh that could send tingles up her spine. But he didn't love her like that. He didn't tremble when she said his name, he didn't find it hard to breathe when she was near and he wasn't dying of a broken heart at this precise moment. She could handle the fact that he would never return her love, well just about, but what she was unable to handle was not having Harry in her life.
Work had been hell today. Normally Ginny was able to block Harry from her mind temporarily, but today it had been impossible. A small boy had been brought in with a strange cut down his arm. The cut had been roughly in the shape of a lightening bolt. He reminded her so much of Harry, too. His innocent little smile, his bravery and the fact that he kept claiming that he had to save Jim. Jim turned out be his pet cat that had got stuck in a rock cavern, but still he had been unconcerned about his injuries and more concerned about others (even if it had been a cat). She was also convinced that just about everybody in the ward had black hair or green eyes. It seemed that everywhere she went she had a reminded of the man she loved. Now she was just ready to roll over and cry her heart out.
But Ginny knew she couldn't. The family would be arriving soon and she had to be strong, especially in front of Ron. After all, she knew what he was going through, she too had lost her best friend.
"Hermione, I'm home!" Ron dropped into an armchair by the fire and closed his eyes. He was totally exhausted. There had been a huge raid today, some undiscovered deatheaters had decided to try and resurrect 'you-know-who'. Not that it was really possible, but it had given his unit a chance to put the last remaining known deatheaters into Azkaban. Ron hated cases like this, it just succeeded in reminding him that Harry was no longer here, he was… well Ron had no idea where he was, but wherever it was it wasn't home. Ron was lost in thought when Hermione entered the room. Frowning slightly at his exhausted appearance, she gently lowered herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around him. Ron's eyes opened and he allowed a small smile, before kissing her softly.
"Ron you look so tired." Hermione stated with concern. "Maybe we shouldn't go, I'll call Mom and tell her." As she started to stand Ron grabbed her had and pulled her back down.
"'Mione, of course we're going. You know how rare it is when we all can. I really want to see how Gin's doing." Hermione nodded. She understood how much Ron missed his family, and she too was worried about Ginny. She had been very close to Harry before he had left; after all there had been times when Ron and Hermione had wanted to be alone. Ginny, unlike the rest of the family, had never broken down, never cried in front of anyone else, but you could see she was still hurting.
"OK, but we had better get a move on. I will not be late again, Ronald Weasley." Ron grinned to himself as he stood. Following Hermione to the fireplace, he took a pinch of floo powder.
"The Burrow!"
Fan fic managed!
Review PLEASE! We will love you forever! Please, pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top! We want to know who's reading this out there *waves*, while reviewing you can wave back if you really want, if you don't we don't blame you but review anyway!