part six: Of Wheezes, Galleons, Kisses and Dreams
by Caitie Did
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"Have you two been selling again?" Molly Weasley was staring at Fred and George, looking as if steam might come out of her ears. Her face was bright red and she was glaring at them dissaprovingly.
"Now mum..why would we do a think like that? We've just turned seventeen you know...we're adults!" George said, trying to skirt the subject, and Fred stomped on his toe,"Ouch!" he said, annoyed.
"Then where is all of this money from?"she asked, raising her eyebrows,"There must be about nine hundred galleons in here!"
"Actually mum, its a thous-"Fred covered his mouth, and she threw the sack of money onto the table as Errol crashed into the window of the Burrow, landing with a soft plop on the grass outside.
"The post, mum?" George made a move towards the window, and Molly got there first, grabbing the letter and ripping it open, reading it.
"Oh, that's lovely...Ginny and Harry are coming for supper tonight..that's nice of them..isn't it?"she glanced at the clock, and her eyes widened,"It's almost five o'clock already! I wonder where Ron is..he said that he would be back..."at that moment, Ron stepped out of the fireplace and into the living room, coughing from the dust and soaking wet, an odd look on his face.
"Well Ronald, you're soaking wet.."Fred stated the obvious.
"Oh really, I didn't notice that.."Ron replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and threw down his shopping onto the couch,"I got all my books mum..I'm going upstairs to clean up.."he stomped up the stairs and closed the door with a slam which rattled the whole house.
"Wonder what's the matter with him.."George asked, and sat down at the table, reaching his hand out to grab a cookie off the plate that Molly had placed there hours earlier.
"Not till dinner..."Molly said sternly, and slapped his had away.
Fred grinned and looked up into the doorway, seeing Harry standing behind his mother.
"Harry old pal!" Fred said joyously, and George got up, walking around the table towards Harry,"How's about a walk?" He added, staring pointedly at Harry, who quickly got the point, and nodded.
"Right..a walk...a walk would be nice.."he said, and smiled at Molly,"Hello.."he added, and she hugged him so tightly that he thought his eyes might pop out of their sockets,"It's nice..to see...you..again.."he gasped, and Mrs. Weasley smiled sheepishly at him, tears in her eyes,"Ginny will be along in a couple of minutes..she had something to take care of at school.."he said after seperating from the tight hug, taking deep breaths.
"It's good to see you're alright, dear..."Molly said kindly, "And look how much you've grown.."she added, smiling, Fred and George sniggering in the background,"Well,"she said,"Off you three go then.."
They went out the door, but not before Molly shoved three cookies into Harry's hand, much to George's dissapointement, and called,"Eat up dear! You're as thin as a twig!" to their retreating backs.
"So, how was your summer?" Harry aske,d and George grabbed a cookie from his hand, Fred following.
"We've got a contract with Zonkos!" George exclaimed, spraying cookie bits on the ground, and Harry grinned.
"Congradulations.."he said, nad leant back,"Have you gotten ROn dress robes yet?" he added quietly, glancing over the yard, where Ron, Bill and Charlie were degnoming the garden.
"Wow, Ron!," they heard Bill say, as a gnome went flying into the lake, wailing loudly.
"What's up his arse?" George asked, to noone in particular, and Harry raised his hand in the air.
"Could be me.."he said, and caugh Ron's eye, both of them looking away quickly,"He's mad because I didn't tell him what happened after the third task..."Harry said quietly, and leant back again, squinting.
"You alright, Harry?" George asked, concerned.
It was like something was ripping out his heart, and he gagged, leaning over in pain. Fred stared at him in shock, backing up, and turned to George,"Go get mum...I'll bring him inside.." he said quietly, and looked at Harry's scar. It was bleeding.
"Bill! Charlie!"he yelled, calling them over, and the three of them lifted him into the living room, setting him down on the couch.
"Harry..wake up.."Molly said gently, and tried a spell. Nothing happened.
"Bloody hell.."Ron murmered, knealing down next to him,"Is he okay?" he added quietly.
"Where is he? Lemme through.."they glanced up at Ginny immerged from the fireplace, walking through them and pushing Ron aside,"Harry.."she glanced at him, her eyes wide, and took out her wand, muttering something under her breath in a language that none of them could understand.
"Ginny?" Harry asked tiredly, and she helped him sit up.
"Hi.."she said quietly, and sat down next to him,"What do I need to do?" she asked, and he glanced up at her.
"Take the floo to the Great Hall...find Dumbledore..tell him it's at the Riddle House.."her eyes widenened, and Harry continued,"In the cemetary..where everything after the third task happened.."he said, and she nodded.
"Harry..are you sure you'll be alright?"she grabbed his hand, and he gave her a small grin, faking his own wellness.
"Don't worry about me..go..this is important.."he said quietly, and she gave him a quick peck on the lips, leaving through the floo.
As soon as she left he put a hand to his scar, and closed his eyes painfully, taking deep breaths, failing to notice everyone around him.
The twins looked as if the gears in their brains were working on overdrive, searching for a way to humiliate both Harry and Ginny at the same time, while Molly, Bill and Charlie were staring, transfixed, at Harry's scar. Ron knealt down, and handed Harry a glass of water.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, and Harry turned towards him, his face expressionless.
"I'll be alright.."he mumbled, and drank the water quickly, giving the glass back to Ron.
"Look..Harry.."he started, and Harry sat up again, looking at the fire,"I'm sorry...I assumed too much..."
"It's okay..."Harry said quietly,"It's partially my fault..I just..."he paused,"I'm not ready to talk about it..I know you and Hermione and everyone else..they all want to know..and I..."he looked up when Mrs. Wealsey entered, holding a potion a cup.
"Drink this..it'll help you fell better.."
"Okay.."he said quietly, and took a sip, shuddering,"Thanks.."he coughed, and layed back down.
"We can talk more in the morning..just..get some rest.."
"Okay.." he gave Ron a small smile, and fell asleep, right before Hermione came through the front door, and stopped as though the ghost of Christmas past was sitting on the Weasley's couch, her eyes wide.