When the World Seems Over
Chapter Five- Then There Was You
The boys retreated fown the stairs the same way they had gone up, only now Hermione was not in hand. " Alright" George sighed, " she's in Percy's room, now there's still Bill's room, Charlie's room, Ron's room, and our room in case someone else feels like hitting the floor".
" Nice convidence" Fred commented.
Ginny rolled her eyes, " obviously this is a sign that you shouldn't be doing this".
George pointed to Harrry, " he's our reason".
At that point, she had no desire to argue, therefore forefit. Lord Voldemort himself could have walked in and she sill would have been out cloud nine with what Harry silently told her. Then again, she wasn't going to say that aloud. Ginny ran a hand over her face, " go get Ron" she muttered. The twins nearly toppled over one another racing back upstairs, the two cracks heard after a light, unaudible argument. She didn't want to leave him in silence. " Will Hermione be alright?" but that's not what she had in mind.
" Uh, yeah, she'll come around in a few".
Ginny felt a light curling on the corners of her mouth, her heart madly beating hard enough so she could hear it pounding in her ears. " I love you" she immediatly bit her lip.
Harry looked over at er, smiling. Oh cape of Dumbledore did Ginny horribly nad painfully miss that smile. For once, as she never thought she'd ever see again, it was actually there, not a fading picture in her mind. " I-----".
" Honestly you two, you leave for the entire night, making us all worried sick. Then you come back for Hermione, and return to say she had fainted" Mrs. Weasley's familar voice rang from the floor above. " What on earth, George, let go of me!" it was assumed that she was being dragged away from Percy's room. Ginny gasped.
The plump woman had not physically changed from what Harry could remember of the last time he saw her. Right before the third task of the tournament. In the strugle George and Fred conducted to get their mother downstairs, Harry forced himself against the wall. Therefore, teh only person Mrs. Weasley saw, was her daughter.
She must have seen the sickened expression that had not yet dissappeared from Ginny's face. " Darling, are you alright?". Ginny eyed Harry and nodded. Mrs. Weasley then stiffened her arms, turning to one of her sons, " where's Hermione?".
" Bigheads room" Fred muttered.
Harry stayed pressed against the wall as though thinking he'd eventually go through it. Mrs Weasley brushed to the staircase, stepping out of sight without even a first notice.
" What is wrong with you?!" Ginny hissed at her brothers, " if not Ron, why not dad?".
" We're worried about Hermione, it's for her sake".
She groaned, " at least she didn't--".
" HARRY JAMES POTTER!" the scream nearly tore their ear drums.
" Notice" Ginny slowly finished.
The tall Burrow could have collasped with the quake that shook violently beneath them as Mrs. Weasley truimphed down the staircase. In a split second, she had Harry tightly in her arms. " Oh Harry, my dear Harry" she cried, " I knew you were alive, I knew you were alright" Mrs. Weasley rocked him back and forth, rivers streaming from her eyes, " thank the heavens you're back!".
George noticed Harry's fingertops turning blue and immediatly went to his rescue, pulling at Harry's shirt collar, " come on mum, he's alive meaning he needs oxygen to live".
Mrs. Weasley pushed Harry away from her, briefly wipping tears from her swollen face. She studied him from head to foot, he still looked as he did the night before (except for a silent hint of relief) having been too tired to have done anything about it the night before. " Oh my, look at you! You need a bath and a good meal, get upstairs dear. Fred, get some of your spare robes for Harry, Ginny, why don't you help me cook". She gave Harry a small push towards the stairs and made her way to the kitchen.
" She's acting like he just came over here from holiday" Fred whispered to his sister.
" I think it's just her way of reacting" she whispered back before following Harry back upstairs.
Chapter Five- Then There Was You
The boys retreated fown the stairs the same way they had gone up, only now Hermione was not in hand. " Alright" George sighed, " she's in Percy's room, now there's still Bill's room, Charlie's room, Ron's room, and our room in case someone else feels like hitting the floor".
" Nice convidence" Fred commented.
Ginny rolled her eyes, " obviously this is a sign that you shouldn't be doing this".
George pointed to Harrry, " he's our reason".
At that point, she had no desire to argue, therefore forefit. Lord Voldemort himself could have walked in and she sill would have been out cloud nine with what Harry silently told her. Then again, she wasn't going to say that aloud. Ginny ran a hand over her face, " go get Ron" she muttered. The twins nearly toppled over one another racing back upstairs, the two cracks heard after a light, unaudible argument. She didn't want to leave him in silence. " Will Hermione be alright?" but that's not what she had in mind.
" Uh, yeah, she'll come around in a few".
Ginny felt a light curling on the corners of her mouth, her heart madly beating hard enough so she could hear it pounding in her ears. " I love you" she immediatly bit her lip.
Harry looked over at er, smiling. Oh cape of Dumbledore did Ginny horribly nad painfully miss that smile. For once, as she never thought she'd ever see again, it was actually there, not a fading picture in her mind. " I-----".
" Honestly you two, you leave for the entire night, making us all worried sick. Then you come back for Hermione, and return to say she had fainted" Mrs. Weasley's familar voice rang from the floor above. " What on earth, George, let go of me!" it was assumed that she was being dragged away from Percy's room. Ginny gasped.
The plump woman had not physically changed from what Harry could remember of the last time he saw her. Right before the third task of the tournament. In the strugle George and Fred conducted to get their mother downstairs, Harry forced himself against the wall. Therefore, teh only person Mrs. Weasley saw, was her daughter.
She must have seen the sickened expression that had not yet dissappeared from Ginny's face. " Darling, are you alright?". Ginny eyed Harry and nodded. Mrs. Weasley then stiffened her arms, turning to one of her sons, " where's Hermione?".
" Bigheads room" Fred muttered.
Harry stayed pressed against the wall as though thinking he'd eventually go through it. Mrs Weasley brushed to the staircase, stepping out of sight without even a first notice.
" What is wrong with you?!" Ginny hissed at her brothers, " if not Ron, why not dad?".
" We're worried about Hermione, it's for her sake".
She groaned, " at least she didn't--".
" HARRY JAMES POTTER!" the scream nearly tore their ear drums.
" Notice" Ginny slowly finished.
The tall Burrow could have collasped with the quake that shook violently beneath them as Mrs. Weasley truimphed down the staircase. In a split second, she had Harry tightly in her arms. " Oh Harry, my dear Harry" she cried, " I knew you were alive, I knew you were alright" Mrs. Weasley rocked him back and forth, rivers streaming from her eyes, " thank the heavens you're back!".
George noticed Harry's fingertops turning blue and immediatly went to his rescue, pulling at Harry's shirt collar, " come on mum, he's alive meaning he needs oxygen to live".
Mrs. Weasley pushed Harry away from her, briefly wipping tears from her swollen face. She studied him from head to foot, he still looked as he did the night before (except for a silent hint of relief) having been too tired to have done anything about it the night before. " Oh my, look at you! You need a bath and a good meal, get upstairs dear. Fred, get some of your spare robes for Harry, Ginny, why don't you help me cook". She gave Harry a small push towards the stairs and made her way to the kitchen.
" She's acting like he just came over here from holiday" Fred whispered to his sister.
" I think it's just her way of reacting" she whispered back before following Harry back upstairs.