DISCLAIMER: All of the characters and places here are owned and copyrighted by JK Rowling.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

First off, this was actually done around December 2002… unfortunately, I was too busy with my life that I haven't had time to do the HTML for this one… My bad! ::blushes:: Anyhow, I want to thank those who have read and reviewed this fic… thanks so much! You have no idea how happy you guys have made me!

I also wanna give some shout-outs to my wonderful beta-readers, Pat (You're a great guy, "Clark"! Thanks so much for even having the time to read this stuff!), Animagus_Steph (You're an angel! Your patience on my lack of grammar skills is something I will forever cherish! I so love you for it!), Clairvoyant_Snake (Your enthusiasm inspires me! I miss yah, sweetie!), and Fred (For being such a great friend! I miss our chat sessions so much!) I'm forever in your debt! ::glomps at everybody::

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Chapter Three

"There's got to be an easier way than this," Colin complained, his hands scorching from the roughness of the rope. Not losing his grip, he slowly climbed down and settled himself to the wheelchair, which remained upright after he threw it overboard. Seeing that no damage had been done, he rolled himself towards his Apple Mac only to notice a sleeping Ginny in one of their cots. She was wearing a nice black dress and using her red shawl as a blanket. Mischievously, he took out a tiny whistle and moved to her side. Taking one long breath, he blew as hard as he could. Ginny then screamed, covered her ears and clumsily fell to the floor.

"Rise and shine, princess," Colin sniggered, wheeling himself to his PC. "We don't want to keep Prince Charming waiting now, do we?"

Ginny, embarrassed, stood up grumpily. "That wasn't funny, Colin," She fumbled at the side of the cot for her cane, and walked up next to him. "I don't know about you, but I have no plans of ending up like Helen Keller, so sod off with the whole whistle gig!"

Colin turned to her. He couldn't help but glance at her still-bruised face despite the make-up she'd put on. He went back to his typing. "Nice painting you got there on your cheeks. Another one of Hermione's handiwork?"

Ginny heaved a sigh. "I can't believe you're still gutted over this," She walked towards one of their beanbags and took her seat. "Cole, it was nothing more than an acci--"

"I'm not Ron," he interrupted, glaring at her sharply "so don't you dare bullshit me about your supposed accident!" He placed his hands over his face, trying desperately to control his temper.

"Cole?" Ginny asked, vexed at the lengthening silence between them. "Colin, talk to me please? Colin--"

"WHAT?!"

"I just don't want everybody to get worried, okay?" Ginny began twisting her fingers nervously. They rarely had a row, but when they did, things can get out of hand... and she hated it so much!

Colin groaned and approached her. "G, it's just me. I'm not like everybody else," He gently took her hand and gave it a nice squeeze. "Besides, I think ten years of undying love and friendship gives me the right to know the truth, don't you think?"

Ginny pondered for a while, whether telling him would make any difference. "Cole, it's over now. What's the point of you know--"

"It was Snape, wasn't it?"

"Colin, it's not--"

"Because I swear to God I will kill him..."

"Cole…"

"... I'll start by burning down his bloody office, destroying his computer database..."

"Colin!"

"... then I gonna put some rat poisoning on his tea..."

"It's not him, alright?!"

"Then WHO is?!"

Ginny put her hand on top of Colin's and sighed. "You promise you won't get mad."

"G..."

"Promise me." she said sternly.

"I promise." Colin agreed, shaking his head dully. I can't believe this girl!

Ginny stood up and paced herself across the room. "It was really all my fault. I was being such an arse to him..."

"Damn it, G--"

"... even though he saved me twice yesterday, I just couldn't keep my bloody mouth shut!?"

"QUIT STALLING!"

"It was Malfoy. But he didn't mean to hurt me… I think." Ginny surmised, waiting patiently for his response. Please don't be mad...

"You think?" Colin gasped, looking at her in utter disbelief. "Jesus Christ, G, the man physically attacked you..."

"I said it was an accident!" Ginny corrected.

"… and you're not even sure if he was sorry for it!" Colin suddenly went to the refrigerator, grabbed himself a cola, and drank it. "If he ever steps foot in this castle, I will personally see to it that he be murdered right before my very eyes."

"What are you going to do? Roll over him?" she quipped, completely disgusted. "Colin, you promised me you wouldn't get mad--"

"I'm not mad, G... I'M FURIOUS!" Colin shouted, throwing the bottle over the tin. "Tell you what, I'm heading straight to Snape's office and tell him to shove that blasted 'reading session' of yours up his slimy arse!" He was already near the opening only to be stopped by Ginny, who was grabbing onto his handlebars. "What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Ginny didn't answer him. Instead, she swiveled his chair to her direction, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Stop it!" she cried, her eyes already close to tears. "I hate it when you're acting like this?!" She then hugged him, and sobbed. "Just let it go, all right?"

With her quiet sobs murmuring across his ear, he suddenly felt completely barmy at his sudden outburst. "I'm sorry, luv," he whispered, rubbing her back to stop her from crying. "I guess I got a bit carried away."

Ginny chuckled. "I'd say you were close to committing a huge massacre all over Hogwarts," She wiped her tears away and sat on his lap sweetly, her head leaning on his shoulders. "I'm sorry I lied. I'm just sick of everyone treating me like I'm some kind of mindless twit who keeps getting herself into trouble."

"No one is treating you like that," Colin commented, hugging her as if she were a little infant. "Besides, since when did we care about what other people think about us? We've already deemed ourselves outcasts and rebels of society!"

Ginny laughed, all her worries gone. "You're such a riot, you know that?" She then closed her eyes, and cuddled closer to him. "Thanks, Cole. I'd be totally lost without you."

Colin simply brushed his lips onto her forehead, tucking a strand of her hair off her face. "Hey, we made a pinky promise to look out for each other, remember?"

"Yeah," she smiled, fatigue slowly catching up on her. "We'll always have each other no matter what, right?"

"No matter what," Colin then moved towards Ginny's cot, and with all his strength, gently lifted her up and laid her down. He was about to pull her blanket on her when something crept his thoughts.

"G, weren't you supposed to go out with Neville tonight?"

"I was," she answered sleepily. "But then when I went to the foyer at around sixish, he wasn't there. I waited for him for almost an hour but he still didn't show up."

Colin pondered, his hand touching his chin decisively. "That's odd. Neville's always bang on time. I can't recall a day that he ever came late for... anything."

"I know. Maybe he forgot about it?"

"Neville would never forget something like this?!" He fancies you too much. "I better go ask Hermione if she'd seen-- are you listening to me?" Colin smirked at the now-asleep Ginny, snoring peacefully under the covers. He slowly took off her shoes and placed them under her bed. Giving her one last glance, he playfully tousled her fiery red hair, a deep contrast to her soft white pillow. "Good night, sleepyhead."

*~*~*

It had been a week since the 'incident' happened yet Draco still remembered it as if it were yesterday. The feel of his hand touching her pretty face… the sight of blood dripping from her lips...

"Damn it," he quietly cursed, leaning his head on the library doors he thought he'd never see again. For days, the image of her lying on the floor haunted him, frightened him. The incident reminded him of a childhood he swore never to experience again… a person he deemed never to become.

I'm not like him! Grabbing the door handles, he felt flustered. What if she's not there? That's good, right? I mean, I don't have to see her again... but what if... His heart racing, he took a chance and pulled open the doors. He expected a silent greeting; a reassuring pause that would guarantee that he'd be alone till her 'arrival'...

"You're late, Preppie."

Draco jumped at the tone of her voice. She was never early for their 'sessions'; it made him uncomfortable, unsure of his own motives.

Plus the fact that she just called him Preppie... a word usually associated with being stupid and rich.

He hated it.

He stared at her for a while- she was wearing a pair of denim pants under a nice gypsy dress and had on a pair of cowboy boots. She even decided to pull her hair up for a change, a look that made her quite daunting at first glance. I guess she's back at her usual 'tomboy' self...

"Is something wrong or you were just planning on standing there all day," she smirked, continuing to read her Braille book. Draco frowned, picked up his package and opted for the chair opposite her. He couldn't help but look at her face, the remnants of any bruise completely gone. He also noticed how calm she was, sitting close by the person whom a week ago planted a nice thump on her cheek.

This wasn't exactly how he intended the day to begin. He knew that an apology was the most civil thing to do, not that civility with her was what he really wanted; it was actually the opposite.

He wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Every accident he'd been in, seemed to be connected to her in some way... and the last thing he needed was a problem he can't easily fix.

"Look," he began, unsure of what to say, but he had to do so anyway. "About last week--"

"How was your week?"

Draco furrowed his brow, surprised and shirty at the cheerfulness in her voice. "What?"

Ginny then closed her book and placed it to her side, her attention now focused on him. "I mean you've been gone for a week with no response whatsoever, so I kinda got worried. You sure you're not sick or anything, are you?"

Draco gawked at her response. This girl is making a mockery out of me! "I can't believe this..." He stood up and started gaiting all over the room. It's bad enough that he'd have to apologize for what he did, but to be made a fool was not part of it! "You're daft, you know that?"

"What?" Ginny asked, not sure of what he was trying to point out. She tried to hear where he was coming from but all she could hear were the constant tapping of his shoes, loud and frantic. "Jesus, you're not making any sense--"

"It's you who's not making any sense!" Draco roared, facing her as he quickly grabbed an ashtray and threw it against the wall. The sound of broken glass startled her, covering her ears. She gave him a nasty stare, and stood up to face him. He immediately went up to her, his face flushed in anger. "You seemed to forget who you're talking to? You know, the guy who tried to reconfigure your pretty face."

Ginny rolled her eyes and sat back to her seat. "Oh please, if you're so browned off about that encounter then you really are as chinless as I thought!" She had picked up her book again and began reading it, when she felt a hand gripping her arm tightly.

"I don't think you heard me right," Draco hissed, pulling her up to get a good look at her grimaced face. "Last week, I left you along the corridors with a bruised face and a deranged mind so don't you dare pretend that nothing happened!" He wanted to say more but the smug look on Ginny's face could him off guard.

"I know exactly what happened last time," Ginny smirked, trying desperately not to show how much pain his hold was causing her. "But guess what, Preppie, you're not the first person to lay a hand on me, so don't get all sappy about it. It's not worth it!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Then stop acting like one?!"

Draco, stunned by her words, dumbly released her from his grip. She then took a seat, rubbing her arm irritably. Exhausted, he went back to his chair, leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn't know what was worse- his assault on her or the revelation she just shared. He didn't know whether it was a lie or the truth. But somehow it didn't matter to him anymore.

Or maybe that was a lie too.

"Malfoy, what happened last week was a mistake," Ginny explained, unsure whether it was really necessary for her to do so. "And I'm really sorry for what I did--"

"Shut up!" Draco uttered silently. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, his mind completely in a blur. "You don't know how disturbing it was to see you lying there on the floor, muttering words as if you were possessed by some demon--"

"We all have our hidden demons, don't we?" she interrupted, her hands beginning to tremble in disgust. "You just happen to see one of mine."

Draco glared at her. Her face was now serious and alert, as if she was waiting for another attack to come to her. He was intrigued at how strong she was in one minute, then fragile the next. He wanted answers from her.

But he didn't know what to ask.

"I can't do this anymore." he muttered, standing up and headed for the door. Something told him that if he didn't get away from her that instant, he would end up staying far longer than he should.

Besides, he had his own demons to face too.

No point adding hers to his list.

"Don't run away from this," Ginny called out, hearing the sound of his footsteps walking toward the door. She didn't know why she stopped him from leaving. He wasn't the type of person worth spending time with, especially after all she'd been through with him. But he was doing something to her that she couldn't bear to face, let alone experience once more.

Being left behind.

Draco turned to face her as she slowly approached him, with her noisy cane in tow. "Why shouldn't I?"

Ginny smiled. "Because you're not the type of bloke who gives up easily." When her cane reached his foot, she looked up to him, hoping that his face was what she was staring at and not his chest. "Besides, if you walk out on this, you'll end up in jail."

Draco couldn't help but be enthralled by her charming face, her brown eyes smiling to him. Whatever hatred he had of her was quickly dissolved. That smile will be the death of me!

He smirked at her, tucking a loose strand of hair to her ear. "And if I refuse?"

Ginny thought for a while, and then extended to him her right hand. "A truce. That's all I can offer to you."

"What if you just give me a--"

"Don't even thing about it."

Draco, seeing no point to argue with her offer, took her hand and shook it. "I was only going to ask for a peck on the cheek."

Ginny had to laugh. "Well, if you're a really good boy, maybe you'll get more than that from me." She let go of his hand and turned back towards the couch.

"Is that a promise?" Draco teased, following her. I guess she's not so 'bad' after all.

"Maybe," She stopped walking when her cane hit something hard along her path. She hit it again and it gave away a small metallic tick. "What is this?"

Draco looked over her shoulder (which made her cringe) and sniggered. He stepped forward, picked the package and handed it to her. "A peace offering."

Ginny, eyeing him curiously seized it from him and began feeling it. It didn't weigh much but the one thing that bothered her was its cold, slippery texture. Not one, but at least six of it of the same manner, all tied up in what seemed like a plastic string. "You gotta be kidding me. It's an ice-cold six-pack?!"

This time it was Draco who had a laugh. "Of course! How can you drink some Guinness if it's not cold?"

Ginny gaped at his laughing face. "This is your peace offering? A pack of beer?" She really didn't mind having a couple of beers in the middle of the day. She would have actually enjoyed it, if the company was worth her fancy.

But as a peace offering???

"I was planning on buying you a bouquet of flowers instead," Draco snickered, containing his laughter as best he could. "But I said to myself. 'She's not girly enough for such frilly things. Might as well give her something she'd fancy on a hot day like this.' So I decided to buy you a six-pack of beer and a bottle of Smirnoff for your drinking pleasure. You do like beer and vodka, don't you?"

"Oh yeah, they're the best beverages in the world," she jeered, the temptation of throwing the pack in his arrogant face getting stronger with each laugh. Sighing, she pivoted towards the door, the weigh of the pack becoming such a bother to her, with it on one hand and her cane in another. Then it came to her...

"Oh I get it," she chuckled, the thought of it seemed silly but it did made sense to her in the long run. "You want me to get hammered so you can shag me afterwards."

Draco suddenly turned red, an act that never occured to him at all. "WHAT?!"

"I can't believe you're this desperate. To think, I was beginning to believe that you truly were a gentleman."

"Now wait a minute, that's not what I meant--"

"Look Preppie, I'm really flattered with the attention," Ginny smirked, enjoying the little embarrassment she was making toward him. "But I'm not the type of girl who shags guys in the middle of the day, let alone a stranger. I prefer to do it in the evenings, if you get me drift." she winked.

Draco stood there feeling like a fool. He didn't intend to put malice on the whole thing, but as she pointed out to him the details of his supposed scheme, maybe he unconsciously hoped for it to happen. Then, something came over him...

Did she just tell me that she prefers sex in the evenings?

He was about to ask her if it were true when he saw her proceed to the door again. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know about you, but if you ask me, the library's the last place I'd like to be if you want to enjoy an ice-cold beer." she responded, opening the door and leaving it ajar. Without waiting for his response, she quickly went out and headed for the east wing.

"Hey, wait up!" Draco shouted, picking up the bottle of vodka with him. He has no idea where they plan to celebrate their new 'friendship' but at the back of his mind, things are beginning to stir pretty nicely for the two of them.

At least I didn't get whacked in the head for a change...

*~*~*

"Are we there yet?" Draco griped, dragging himself up at what seemed like his 300th step on the marble spiral staircase they were climbing up on. Exhaustion kicking in, he decided to rest in one of the steps and leans his back on the wall. He was planning to stay there for a couple of more minutes when he heard her calling out his name and saying that they were almost there. "Geez, for a football player, you're one bloody weakling if you can't catch up with me?!"

He groaned in pain, as he stood up and took the stairs once more. God, she'd better be good in bed, because her stamina's way off my league.

After taking a couple of more steps, Draco finally reaching the landing, with Ginny standing in front of a stone door with carvings of various moon and star designs. "What is this place?"

Ginny, sensing him stand beside her, handed him the six-pack she was carrying. Placing her cane to her left hand, she gave the door a little push and opened up to a circular room, flowing with various colors of light. "This is the Astronomy Tower."

Stepping in, Draco couldn't help but be gobsmacked at the whole room. There were two doors facing at opposite sides, and an observation deck found in the north. He looked out and caught a great glimpse of London skyline from afar. But the one that attracted him the most was the crystallized dome that served as its roof. Judging from the prism of light and hue that showered before them, he knew that each pane was single-handedly crafted to be of equal size and angle, just perfect enough to create an illusion of "tiny rainbows" all across the room.

That and a nice comfy mattress covered with pillows situated right in the middle of it all.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Ginny kneeled before the side of the mattress and pulled out a rock tile on the floor, revealing a cooler hidden underneath it. She then asked for the beer and vodka so that it would remain cold when they drink it. "I mean, that's what the all say..."

What? The roof or the image of you lying in bed? "Yeah," he responded, slinging her the beers. He suddenly turned his attention to the two doors before them. "So what's in door number one?"

After making sure that they were all in place, Ginny stood up and went towards the direction of his voice. "If you're referring to the one on my right, that's the Archives. It basically houses all the star charts, astronomy records and all the other astronomical findings done here. On my left, is the Astronomy Lab. That's where all the telescopes are stored."

"And the mattress?" Draco asked, his face closely situated to hers. Somehow, he had the feeling that today would finally be his lucky day, after all. Don't push your luck too hard, Malfoy... just take it nice and slow...

"Oh that thing?" Ginny said innocently, unaware of his illicit advances. "Let's just say some of the resident couples here take a 'time-out' every now and then in this room. I mean, they say that the view's fantastic plus the ambiance--"

"So are you saying that you and I are here to take a time-out?"

Ginny raised a brow and tapped her cane slightly on his arm. "Don't get any ideas, Preppie. We're just here for the beer," She pranced towards the mattress and took a seat. "Still, don't you think we're too early for that?"

"Hey, I can stay here all night, if you want--"

"Geez, what gave you the idea that I want to shag you right now, huh?" Ginny uttered in disgust, gripping her cane tightly. "Because I'm telling you, the chance of that happening is getting pretty slim!"

"Oh come on! You brought me to a room with the fancy mood lighting and a nice bed to boot, and you're saying you don't want to have it off with me?!"

"I know what you are," Ginny hissed, shaking nervously. She hugged her legs to try to calm herself down but she couldn't contain it anymore. "You meet a blind girl. Thinks she's weak and easy to get, so you try to sweet talk her into sleeping with you. Then after that, you start bragging to your mates how you 'bang her really good' and enjoyed hearing her scream out your name all night. That's what you are. That's what you all are."

Sympathy was the last thing in Draco's mind when he sat down by her side. But seeing her in a state of angst was something he didn't want as well. Suddenly he wanted to hate her-- for she kept resurrecting his past over and over again. He felt like shouting to her to shut up and keep her demons to herself. He wasn't a part of it then, so why should he be a part of it now? But that didn't stop him from remembering his own demons... and for the first time in his life, he wasn't going to run away anymore.

This time he will finish it... and leave it there for good.

"Virginia, I don't know what you've been through," Draco said, his voice calm and reassuring. "But I do know this, I would never try to take advantage of you in any way. What happened last week was indeed a mistake, and I swear to you that will never happen again."

Ginny could almost sense a tone of sadness in his voice. But somehow it didn't promise her anything. Maybe her fears had finally caught up with her and somehow turned them against her and everybody around her. She became a prisoner of her own past, and now she couldn't escape it. In her mind, she knew she could trust him, but in her heart... could she ever trust herself again?

"What makes you so sure--"

"You have my word on it." Draco insisted.

The tone of his voice gave her the assurance she wanted from him. Regardless of all their previous encounters, that one gesture made all the difference. Maybe he is worth giving it a shot at. She then pulled out her pinky finger and turned to him. "Promise?"

Draco stared at her for a moment. "Jesus Christ, we're not in kindergarten anymore..."

"You've got to give me a pinky promise! That's the only way I can know that you meant what you said."

Grunting, he linked his pinky finger with hers, incredibly glad that she couldn't see how annoyed his face was. "I promise! You happy now?"

"Very much," she winked, removing her finger. She groped towards the rock tile and lifted it up to retrieve two cans of beer. She handed one to Draco, which he gladly took, and stared across the observation deck in silence.

Opening the can, Draco gulped a mouthful, the bitterness of the beer flowing freely in his mouth. God, that felt good! Fishing out a few puffs from his pocket, he caught a glimpse of Ginny sitting quietly by his side. With the colorful rays of light splashing all over them, she looked luminous and serene, a contrast to her fiery and desolate disposition. After struggling to fight it, he reached out barely touching her long hair, which shined like tiny rubies quilted in silk, when she spoke almost in a whisper. "Why are you staring at me?"

Draco, startled, pulled back and began searching for his puffs again. "How did you..." Ginny smiled, tucking a strand of hair off her face. "Blind people sort of have this sense wherein we can almost tell when someone is looking at them. I guess it's true what they say -- you lose one, you gain another." She then took out her matchbox and sniffed a few cocaine hits. Instantly, her mind relaxed, a state of euphoria that would last her at least a couple of minutes.

"I didn't know you did coke!" Draco said, lighting up his joint. After taking a long drag, he picked up his can and took a swig.

"It's not like I'm an addict or anything." Ginny replied defensively, hiding her box on her pocket again. "Anyhow, I use it to keep myself sane."

Draco smirked. "Wow. Since when did they use cocaine as a replacement for Prozac?"

"Since when did this become a concern of yours?!"

He held up his hands in defeat. "Hey, I'm just making conversation here, so don't get all jumpy with me."

Ginny sighed, sipping her beer. "Sorry. It's just that my brain was starting to get numb and the need for a hit was driving out of me mind!" She hugged her legs and leaned her chin over it, looking out the deck as if she was staring in the clouds. "Nobody knows I take it, not even Colin."

Why does his frigging name come up all the time?! "I reckon your boyfriend don't agree with your peculiar habit?"

Ginny watched him incredulously, as if he said something that was unheard of. "You think Colin's my boyfriend?"

Draco shrugged, his gaze turned away from her. "I don't know. I mean, there isn't a day that you don't talk about him and I do mean TALK about him. Colin this, Colin that..."

"He's my best mate! He's practically the only family I have." Ginny clutched her hands and began twisting them nervously. The thought of her having a relationship with Colin embarrassed her. Sometimes confused her. Not because it wasn't the truth - it's just that it's unfair to utter or even think such things. It wasn't for her own sake.

It was for Ron's.

Baffled, Draco glanced back at her. "I thought you had a brother who survived? Ron, isn't it?"

She looked down on her hands and muttered. "Yes, that's his name. But then again, Ron's Ron."

Draco, puzzled not only by her answer but also by the way she acted. It didn't make sense to him why she acted so distant toward her own brother, her real family. "I don't think I understand what you're try--"

"That's right, Preppie!" Ginny cried, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "You don't know me and you don't him or Colin so just keep your bloody opinions to yourself!"

"That's because I don't know anything about you!" Draco said flatly. When he brushed off a single tear that fell from her cheeks, she immediately grabbed his hand, her fingers trembling in fear. "Goddammit, what is the matter with you?!"

Ginny let go of his hand, unaware of what she did. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," She rubbed her eyes and laugh quietly, staring at her hands. "You probably think I'm weird by now, huh?"

"Weird? Hell no!" Draco mocked, finishing off his joint and throwing it off the deck. He then offered her some to calm her down, which she accepted. "Insane? Maybe. Lonely? Most definitely."

Ginny gave it a puff, and compliment him ('nice batch'). Drinking the last of her beer, she took out 2 more and handed one to him. Hearing the word lonely from someone who barely knew her, made her wonder whether her life was really that… sad. But then again, how could you explain your life to somebody who literally has everything? Besides, what difference would it make if he didn't know a single thing about her? After six months, she'd end up being one of the worst anecdotes in his life. He probably wouldn't even remember she existed.

But what if she did share with him a little of her pain? Would he then at the end understand her? Would he finally think that her life was not as messed up as she thought it was?

Or would he abandon her, just like all the others?

Before she could even consider the consequences, she lay down on the bed and began telling her story.

*~*~*

"It all started in the night of the accident some thirteen years ago. We were off to Cromwell for our yearly camping trips. We had an old mini-van where Dad and Mum were in the front seat with my twin brothers, Fred and George, while my other brothers Bill, Charlie, and Percy were in the back. Since both Ron and I were really small, we sat in the back with all of our luggage...
"Mum, George stole my book!" Percy whined, trying to retrieve it from him only to get his glasses snatched off him by the other twin, Fred. "MUM!"

Molly Weasley turned to see her twins fighting over the book, while her son, Percy grumbled at the back. "Fred! George! Give those back to your brother right now!"

George flipped the pages furiously as if he were looking for something "Hey, how come this one doesn't have any pictures?"

Fred then wore the glasses and peered over his shoulder. "Maybe you need to wear some of these to see them?"

Molly groaned, rubbing her temples. With the twins ensuing in a tug-of-war with the book and Percy shouting at them to stop wreaking it, she glanced at her two other sons. Charlie was playing some air guitar with his personal stereo on, while Bill was busy reading his college notes. Why can't my other boys act like these two... "Bill, would you be a dear and check up on the little ones at the back?"

Bill looked up to her and nodded politely. He pivoted toward the back of his seat, to see Ron and Ginny playing with flash cards and a bunch of Lego blocks. "You kids all right back there?"

"Yes!" they both said. Ron started stacking up the blocks on top of their bags, as Ginny lined up the cards on the car floor. "What are you guys doing?" Bill asked.

"I'm making a huge fortress!" Ron beamed, picking up the rest of the scattered blocks on the floor.

Bill smiled and tousled his messy hair playfully. "What about you, little lady?"

"I'm making a long bridge heading toward Ron's fortress," she replied sweetly, placing one card at end of each other. "Wanna help me?"

"Girl, you're the bridge maker in the family, not I?" He winked, which made Ginny giggle. He turned back to his seat, only to witness another squabble between his three brothers, driving their Mum into a state of ire. "All right, that's enough fun for tonight!" He quickly took the book and glasses from the twins and handed them to Percy. The twins then squirmed in their seats, with the face of their angry mum looming over them.

"Finally! I thought those three would go on all night!" Arthur sighed, enjoying a peaceful drive for once. He glanced at her wife, who was giving the twins a lecture on respecting one's property, when a bright flash blared all over them. Fearing the worst, Arthur swerved the van as hard as he can, trying desperately to avoid the blinding light. "Everybody, brace yourselves!"
"The van collided with a huge juggernaut that lost its brake due to engine failure. It was a rainy night so the road was a bit slippery and it was too late for my Dad to do anything to avoid it. It rammed head first, killing both my parents and the twins in the process. My other three brothers were rushed to hospital, but they were pronounced dead by the time they arrived..."