Chapter 11

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've been pretty busy. I've got exams and three projects to finish. Anyway. Here's Chapter 11. My story is going to end pretty soon. *sniff*

Mrs. Weasley bombarded Mr. Weasley with questions.

"Has Cornelius found Harry yet?"

"How is he? I do hope he's alright."

"This is so unlike Harry. Do you know why he ran away?"

"Those muggles must have been abusing him."

"The ministry BETTER find Harry. If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive them."

She went on and on and on. Mr. Weasley just sat there listening to her. He didn't know what to say.

Dear Hermione,

Have you heard about Harry? He blew up his aunt and he ran away. Right now Fudge is waiting for him at Leaky Cauldron. Leaky Cauldron is their(the ministry) only chance. Don't you think that brilliant? Harry's not even going to be punished at all. He's bloody lucky. If I ever do that, Mom probably kill me and I'd be expelled. I miss you already.

Ron

"Hedwig, Come here," Ron said.

He turned around.

"That's odd," Ron thought.

Hedwig must have gone to find Harry so Ron had no choice but to use poor Errol. He went to Errol's cage where Errol was peacefully sleeping. He was still recovering from his last delivery.

Ron decided to let Errol rest. Ron lay on his bed. He couldn't help feeling disappointed. He was SO close to kissing Hermione but he missed his chance. He wondered when he was going to get another chance. If only his mom hadn't interrupted them. If only Hermione fell for his 'romantic' look. It took him quite a while to perfect that look. If only..

Suddenly, something furry brushed his hand. Ron screamed. He looked down and saw Scabbers.

"You scared me to death!" Ron scolded as he stroked Scabbers. "You know what? Hermione came to my room today. You saw her didn't you?"

Scabbers gave a little squeak and then he jumped off the bed and ran into a corner.

Ron ignored Scabbers and went to Errol's cage. Errol was fully recovered. He was drinking from his water dish. Ron gingerly carried Errol out of his cage and placed him on the table. Ron picked up the letter, tied it around Errol's leg then placed him on the window sill.

When Errol was gone, Ron went downstairs. Fred and George were ogling over something.

Curious, Ron went behind them.

"What are you guys looking at?"

"New broom. The Firebolt," Fred said as he pointed to a picture of a broom.

"Fastest broom in the world. It's coming out in Aug 18th. That's in exactly eight days!" George said excitedly.

"Cool! How much does it cost?" Ron asked.

"Hmm. Price is still on request. Must be pretty pricey," Fred said disappointedly.

"Harry's gonna be the first among us to see it! I bet it's more beautiful then the pictures," George said dreamily.

"Yeah. I heard the Irish International Side's might be using the Firebolt for the Quidditch Cup next year!" Fred said.

"Cool! If only we could get one," Ron said.

"Ah. Dream on. It's way too pricey for us. Guess you'll just have to make use of out your Shooting Star," Fred said as he rolled up his copy of Which Broomstick.

Ron sulkily walked away. At times like this he just wished that his family was rich. He walked past Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on his way to his room. They were in the living room, talking in low voices. Mrs. Weasley carried a worried look on her face. Ron could only catch a few words.

"-Black"

"-Harry"

"-Careful"

Ron didn't bother eavesdropping he just went upstairs and flopped on his bed. When he drew the curtains, he saw that it was still raining outside. The normally dry and hot desert was cold and wet. The sand looked like mud. He could see some people laying pots, pans and buckets, trying to collect water for future use. He was amazed by the fact that the Egyptians could live with so little water.

"Ron," came a voice behind him.

Ron jumped. When he turned around he saw Ginny.

"Hi, Ginny. What's up?"

"Oh, Ron. I'm so worried about Harry. Do you think he's alright? He broke the law of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. Do you think he'll be expelled?" she said worriedly.

"Of course not! Didn't you pay attention to dad? He said that the ministry is not going to punish Harry. They're just worried that something might happen to the-Boy-Who-Lived," Ron said.

Ginny let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh. I guess I was just too worried about Harry that I didn't pay attention to dad," she said. Then her expression changed. "How are things with Hermione? Did you manage to sort things out with Hermione or does she still think that you're gay?" She wiggled her eyebrows as she said it.

"I sorted out everything already but right now things are a bit complicated. I can't really explain it."

"What do you mean? Does she like you or not?"

"Yeah. She does but- "

That was all Ginny needed to hear.

"That's great!" she chirped.

Ginny turned around and went out of Ron's room, leaving a very puzzled Ron behind.

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The week passed by really fast and soon it was time for the Weasley to go home.

"Goodbye, Bill dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she kissed Bill on his cheek.

"Bye, Mum. I'm gonna miss you," Bill replied as he hugged her.

Slowly one by one, everyone said goodbye to Bill. Ginny refused to let Bill go. She didn't want to go home but in the end she let go and the whole family made their way into the car.

"Bye,Bill!" the Weasleys shouted in unison.

Bill grinned and waved.

The driver took them to the tent where they first came. They went into the tent and placed a hand on the portkey.