Disclaimer: Same as always, I don't own Harry Potter only my characters.
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Ginny entered Peter's room followed closely behind by her mother and Ron. The room felt so cold and scary with all the blinds shut making the room feel dark and spooky. Ginny didn't let that bother her; she spotted an old man on the first bed and on the bed next to him was Peter, looking a lot healthier but still pale as a ghost.
Ginny rushed to the window and opened the blinds, and when the sun shone through the windows, Peter noticed Ginny straight away.
"Gin, you're here!" Peter croaked in a voice unlike his own.
"Peter, I can't believe it's you! You're alive and well I see," Ginny squealed as she grabbed his hands.
"Ginny, dear, wouldn't you like to introduce us to your little friend," Mrs Weasley said stepping in.
"Oh yeah, sorry mum, Peter this is my mum, Molly and you know Ron already," Ginny said pointing to her mum and Ron.
"Hello Peter dear, I heard all about your accident, I do hope you're alright," Mrs Weasley said pulling up a chair next to him.
"Thanks Mrs Weasley, but I'm alright now," Peter said his voice still croaky, "My throat's just a little sore."
"Poor dear, would you like something to drink from the cafeteria?" Mrs Weasley asked him.
"If it's no trouble," Peter said quietly nodding.
"None at all," Mrs Weasley said sweetly, "Come along Ronald."
Ron raised an eyebrow and said, "Why me? I already got a rude awakening."
"Ron!" Mrs Weasley said warning him.
Ron rolled his eyes and followed his mum out of the room and down to the cafeteria. Ginny watched them leave and once they had completely left her sight, she turned back to Peter, who was smiling up at her.
"I'm so glad you're alright!" Ginny squealed yet again and bent down and hugged him.
"Thanks Gin, believe me, I've missed you," Peter said hugging her back.
Ginny pulled apart from their hug and said sweetly, "I've missed you too Peter. What exactly happened that day?"
Peter turned away from Ginny and looked over his shoulder and out the window. He sighed and then looked to the floor. He slowly brought his eyesight back up into Ginny's eyes.
"I kinda took something I shouldn't have," Peter said quieter than before.
"Like what?" Ginny asked leaning in closer to him.
"I had an overdose," Peter said quietly turning away from Ginny again.
Ginny sat back up straight a little, cupping her mouth with her hand in shock. Peter looked up at her and never felt more ashamed of himself in his entire life.
"What did you take?" Ginny asked uncapping her mouth.
"Can we talk later, like when it's more private?" Peter said looking over to the guy next to him.
Ginny smiled again and said, "Sure Peter, anything."
She looked into Peter's eyes while he looked into hers. She smiled and leaned down closer to him. Soon they were only an inch after from each other when Peter said, "Are we about to do what I think we are?"
Ginny leaned down so close she was about to touch his lips and said, "You bet."
And as Peter lent his head up a bit off the bed, his and Ginny's lips met. Soon after they met, Ginny pulled away, at first shocked at what she'd done.
"I shouldn't have done that," Ginny whispered shaking her head.
"Yeah, if you didn't want to, but I know that you wanted to kiss me, so it makes it all good," Peter said sitting up and placing his arm around Ginny's waist.
Ginny looked over and into Peter's eyes. She smiled. He was right, she had wanted to kiss Peter, and for a very long time too. She turned away, blushing and looked down at the floor.
"Told you so," Peter said and leaned in towards her and kissed her on the neck.
"I got you four drinks so I hope you're thirsty!" Mrs Weasley announced as she entered back in the room.
Peter quickly moved back away from Ginny and lent back on his bed and thanked Mrs Weasley.
"So, dear, what's it been like in here?" Mrs Weasley asked, getting herself comfortable.
Peter looked up and Ginny and smiled, and Ginny smiled back at him. Peter reached over, had a sip of his drink, and began on telling his story and life in St Mungo's.
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"Didn't I tell you Em, the library is the place to be," Hermione said pulling books off the shelves.
"Oh, you sure did," Emily said sarcastically and looked out the window.
"Oh Em, You've absolutely gotta read this book! It's a classic!" Hermione said pulling of one of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.
"Err. I'll pass Hermione," Emily said looking at the guy on the front of the book, "Wanna go outside and play in the snow?"
"Gosh no! It's dreadful that stuff!" Hermione shouted in disgust.
Emily rolled her eyes and said, "How about we play a game of chess? I've gotten good from playing Ron."
"No, chess is too much thinking," Hermione said searching for more books.
Emily let out a groan and shouted, "Can we PLEASE do something other than read books?!"
Hermione turned to face her very slowly. She was about to yell something back to her when the librarian came along and told them to leave her library at once for shouting. Hermione dropped all her books and stormed out the library, Emily skipping along happily behind her.
Once outside, Hermione turned on Emily and started screaming at her at the top of her lungs.
"THE LIBRARY, BORING? HOW COULD YOU EMILY?" Hermione screamed in tears.
"Gee, I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to make you upset it's just, I'm more of a party kinda girl, not a nerd," Emily said simply.
"A NERD? SO THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK I AM? A NERD?" Hermione screamed again, only more tears pouring down her face.
"No, no not at all," Emily said, trying to calm her down.
"SURE! HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT? AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT FROM THE REST!" Hermione screamed one more time and stormed down the corridor.
Emily stood there holding her hand up trying to call her back but Hermione had already turned the corner and continued down the next corridor. Emily put down her hand and walked the other way, feeling horrible with herself about what she had just done.
"And you say we mope around," Paul said running into his sister seeing how sad she looked.
"I was fine until I got a yelling from Hermione," Emily said pointing back to the library.
"So that's what that yelling was! I thought Tom was singing," Paul said shocked.
"Not quite," Emily said confused.
"Anyway, you wanna help me wrap my presents? I only got Rhys' and Tom's to go," Paul asked friendly.
Emily smiled and said, "Course I would, come on little brother!"
And the two of them walked down the corridor back and started heading back to the common room.
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A week had gone by and it was finally Christmas morning. Paul lay asleep in his bed, dreaming about Michael bowing to him, asking for forgiveness. Paul grinned in his sleep and continued dreaming until Rhys jumped on his bed and yelled, "MERRY CHRISTMAS PAUL!"
Paul jumped with fright and woke up almost at once. He opened his eyes and saw Rhys looking over him grinning as usual. Paul smiled up at him and sat up in his bed and saw presents on the end of his bed and on the floor.
"Their not all mine are they?" Paul asked shocked looking around at all the presents.
"Don't flatter yourself to much Paul, their not all yours, there is three of us," Tom said taking out some presents from his dresser draw.
"Anyway, here yah go Paul, Merry Christmas," Rhys said handing over his present to him.
"Rhys, you didn't need to," Paul said taking the present of him.
Rhys grinned and said, "I did too, now, where's mine?"
Paul laughed, opened his draw and handed both Rhys and Tom their presents. Rhys sat down on his bed and tore open Paul's present in a rush. When all the paper was off, all that was left was a plastic echidna, grinning broadly up at him.
"Err. thanks Paul," Rhys said sadly admiring his present.
"It reminded me of you, spiky spikes and it's grinning," Paul said pointing out.
"Oh yeah, it kinda does doesn't it?" Rhys said checking out the echidna, "Man! Do I always look this good?"
Paul looked over at Tom who was trying not to burst out laughing. Paul started opening his present from Rhys. He tore off the paper and what Rhys had gotten him was a pair of sunglasses.
"Thanks Rhys, how come I got sunglasses?" Paul asked trying them on.
"I thought they were so you, and because I didn't know where to buy CD's from," Rhys said now opening Tom's present.
"Thanks again Rhys, what did you get Tom?" Paul asked looking over at Tom.
"Looks like a stuffed chicken," Tom said pulling the chicken out of the paper, "You know me to well Rhys."
Paul laughed as Tom held out the stuffed chicken, pretending to make it fly. Rhys finished opening Tom's present and it turned out to be more hair gel. Paul began opening Tom's present. Once when the wrapping disappeared, it turned out to be a book of lyrics. And as Tom's pointed out, they could use it to improve his voice. Paul smiled weakly at this.
"Great idea Tom. just great," Paul said putting the book aside.
"Merry Christmas fellow Gryffindors!" Emily announced coming in their dormitory.
All the boys turned to the door and in the doorway was Emily, holding three presents under her arms. Emily gave them each there present and settled down on Paul's bed and smiled to herself as they unwrapped their presents.
"Em, holly folly crap, you shouldn't have!" Rhys screamed in a girlish voice as he unwrapped Emily's present, which was a t-shirt saying 'POH' in groovy lettering.
"Hey I got that too!" Paul and Tom said looking down at their presents too.
"I made them for you guys. I thought you could where them on the night of your performance," Emily said happily looking around at them.
"We were planning to go casual," Tom said holding it up against him.
"Well, in that case, make them for practice," Emily said, "I just wanted you guys to be noticed."
"Thanks Em, it's the thought that counts," Paul said hugging his sister around the neck.
"We didn't get you anything though," Rhys said sadly looking up at Emily.
Emily pretended to look shocked which made all three of the boys feel really bad about themselves. Emily giggled and then said, "Joke, people joke!"
All three of their faces suddenly let up and huge wide smiles began to show on their faces. Emily got off Paul's bed, walked to the door and said, "I'll see you guys at the Christmas lunch!" and left their dormitory.
"I can't fit in no Christmas lunch!" Rhys yelled holding his stomach.
"Hey, Tom, ain't that your owl?" Paul said noticing an owl flying straight towards their window.
Tom looked out the window and on the window shill he saw his family owl, Barnaby, with a little cardboard box next to him. Tom ran over to him and gave him a quick pat on his head and took the box from him.
"It's got air holes in it," Tom said examining all over the box, "And it's moving!"
"Open it!" Paul shouted propping himself upright.
Tom put in down on his bed and untapped the sticky tape from the top of the box. When he opened the lid, inside was something very much unexpected. It was...
"It's a cat, a real cat!" Tom screamed and picked up the frightened looking cat.
As Tom held it up high, Paul could see all the colours of the cat. It had brown, white and black spots all over it, and it had the brightest blue eyes Paul had ever seen, except maybe Rhys'.
"He's cool Tom," Paul said coming over and patting the cat on the head.
"Yeah and real cute too," Rhys said coming over too, "What yah gonna name him?"
"Not sure, what does he look like?" Tom asked looking at the cat from every angle.
"First what is he?" Paul asked.
"It's a cat, like hello!" Rhys said slapping him.
"I meant, what gender, dumbass!" Paul said making Rhys sound stupid.
"Paul, it's a little obvious," Tom said showing him the cat's tummy.
"Shit! His is a biggy for a little guy!" Paul said looking closer at it.
"OK, enough at looking at his personals! What's his name gonna be?" Tom asked pulling the cat away from Paul.
"I got one! Herman!" Rhys said sticking his hand up.
"Herman?" Tom and Paul both said.
"Well, yeah it suits him I reckon," Rhys said looking at the cat's face.
Tom looked closer at his cat and said, "Yeah, he's a Herman alright."
"Welcome to Hogwarts Herman!" Paul said patting Herman.
Tom hugged his little cat and mumbled, "And all thanks to mum and dad."
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Back at the Burrow, all of the Weasleys sat around the table, waiting for Mr Weasley to come back from the office so they could finally start their Christmas.
"Can't we at least open our presents?" Fred asked eyeing the presents.
"No Fred! Not until your father gets here!" Mrs Weasley yelled her hands beginning to shake with worry.
"But it's been hours, just one present!" George begged.
"No George! Just wait," Mrs Weasley yelled again and began to pace the kitchen.
"Mum sit down, it's nothing to worry about," Ginny said trying to calm her mother down.
At that very moment, there was a knock at their front door. Mrs Weasley ran from the kitchen and straight to the front door. She opened it and it didn't turn out to be Mr Weasley, but a police officer looking really serious.
"Mrs Weasley?" he asked.
"Yes that's me," Mrs Weasley said.
"There's been an accident at the Ministry of Magic and your husband was one of the victims," he said slowly and clearly.
"He's alright isn't he?" Mrs Weasley asked, dreading the answer.
The officer lowered his head and Mrs Weasley's question had been answered. Back in the kitchen, all the kids began to wonder what was taking their mother so long to let their father in.
"I'll see what's keeping them," Ron said getting up out of his seat.
He walked around the table when his mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes all red and teary. Ron ran over to her, put an arm around her and asked what was wrong.
"It's your father. He's been in accident. He didn't make it," Mrs Weasley said and then started crying on Ron's shoulder.
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Me most hope you enjoyed my chappie. Before I go, I must say 2 things to 2 of my friends. 1st, Lauren, thanks 4 the longest review! Can't believe you found that funny! And next for Emma... GUY SUCKS MISSY! Shannon is like totally the best :D (4 other readers, their people off Australian Idol). Luv you Shannon!! And don't worry Emma, you are coming back in the story! :P
~KiTtY cOpY cAt~
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Ginny entered Peter's room followed closely behind by her mother and Ron. The room felt so cold and scary with all the blinds shut making the room feel dark and spooky. Ginny didn't let that bother her; she spotted an old man on the first bed and on the bed next to him was Peter, looking a lot healthier but still pale as a ghost.
Ginny rushed to the window and opened the blinds, and when the sun shone through the windows, Peter noticed Ginny straight away.
"Gin, you're here!" Peter croaked in a voice unlike his own.
"Peter, I can't believe it's you! You're alive and well I see," Ginny squealed as she grabbed his hands.
"Ginny, dear, wouldn't you like to introduce us to your little friend," Mrs Weasley said stepping in.
"Oh yeah, sorry mum, Peter this is my mum, Molly and you know Ron already," Ginny said pointing to her mum and Ron.
"Hello Peter dear, I heard all about your accident, I do hope you're alright," Mrs Weasley said pulling up a chair next to him.
"Thanks Mrs Weasley, but I'm alright now," Peter said his voice still croaky, "My throat's just a little sore."
"Poor dear, would you like something to drink from the cafeteria?" Mrs Weasley asked him.
"If it's no trouble," Peter said quietly nodding.
"None at all," Mrs Weasley said sweetly, "Come along Ronald."
Ron raised an eyebrow and said, "Why me? I already got a rude awakening."
"Ron!" Mrs Weasley said warning him.
Ron rolled his eyes and followed his mum out of the room and down to the cafeteria. Ginny watched them leave and once they had completely left her sight, she turned back to Peter, who was smiling up at her.
"I'm so glad you're alright!" Ginny squealed yet again and bent down and hugged him.
"Thanks Gin, believe me, I've missed you," Peter said hugging her back.
Ginny pulled apart from their hug and said sweetly, "I've missed you too Peter. What exactly happened that day?"
Peter turned away from Ginny and looked over his shoulder and out the window. He sighed and then looked to the floor. He slowly brought his eyesight back up into Ginny's eyes.
"I kinda took something I shouldn't have," Peter said quieter than before.
"Like what?" Ginny asked leaning in closer to him.
"I had an overdose," Peter said quietly turning away from Ginny again.
Ginny sat back up straight a little, cupping her mouth with her hand in shock. Peter looked up at her and never felt more ashamed of himself in his entire life.
"What did you take?" Ginny asked uncapping her mouth.
"Can we talk later, like when it's more private?" Peter said looking over to the guy next to him.
Ginny smiled again and said, "Sure Peter, anything."
She looked into Peter's eyes while he looked into hers. She smiled and leaned down closer to him. Soon they were only an inch after from each other when Peter said, "Are we about to do what I think we are?"
Ginny leaned down so close she was about to touch his lips and said, "You bet."
And as Peter lent his head up a bit off the bed, his and Ginny's lips met. Soon after they met, Ginny pulled away, at first shocked at what she'd done.
"I shouldn't have done that," Ginny whispered shaking her head.
"Yeah, if you didn't want to, but I know that you wanted to kiss me, so it makes it all good," Peter said sitting up and placing his arm around Ginny's waist.
Ginny looked over and into Peter's eyes. She smiled. He was right, she had wanted to kiss Peter, and for a very long time too. She turned away, blushing and looked down at the floor.
"Told you so," Peter said and leaned in towards her and kissed her on the neck.
"I got you four drinks so I hope you're thirsty!" Mrs Weasley announced as she entered back in the room.
Peter quickly moved back away from Ginny and lent back on his bed and thanked Mrs Weasley.
"So, dear, what's it been like in here?" Mrs Weasley asked, getting herself comfortable.
Peter looked up and Ginny and smiled, and Ginny smiled back at him. Peter reached over, had a sip of his drink, and began on telling his story and life in St Mungo's.
*~*~*~*
"Didn't I tell you Em, the library is the place to be," Hermione said pulling books off the shelves.
"Oh, you sure did," Emily said sarcastically and looked out the window.
"Oh Em, You've absolutely gotta read this book! It's a classic!" Hermione said pulling of one of Gilderoy Lockhart's books.
"Err. I'll pass Hermione," Emily said looking at the guy on the front of the book, "Wanna go outside and play in the snow?"
"Gosh no! It's dreadful that stuff!" Hermione shouted in disgust.
Emily rolled her eyes and said, "How about we play a game of chess? I've gotten good from playing Ron."
"No, chess is too much thinking," Hermione said searching for more books.
Emily let out a groan and shouted, "Can we PLEASE do something other than read books?!"
Hermione turned to face her very slowly. She was about to yell something back to her when the librarian came along and told them to leave her library at once for shouting. Hermione dropped all her books and stormed out the library, Emily skipping along happily behind her.
Once outside, Hermione turned on Emily and started screaming at her at the top of her lungs.
"THE LIBRARY, BORING? HOW COULD YOU EMILY?" Hermione screamed in tears.
"Gee, I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to make you upset it's just, I'm more of a party kinda girl, not a nerd," Emily said simply.
"A NERD? SO THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK I AM? A NERD?" Hermione screamed again, only more tears pouring down her face.
"No, no not at all," Emily said, trying to calm her down.
"SURE! HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT? AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT FROM THE REST!" Hermione screamed one more time and stormed down the corridor.
Emily stood there holding her hand up trying to call her back but Hermione had already turned the corner and continued down the next corridor. Emily put down her hand and walked the other way, feeling horrible with herself about what she had just done.
"And you say we mope around," Paul said running into his sister seeing how sad she looked.
"I was fine until I got a yelling from Hermione," Emily said pointing back to the library.
"So that's what that yelling was! I thought Tom was singing," Paul said shocked.
"Not quite," Emily said confused.
"Anyway, you wanna help me wrap my presents? I only got Rhys' and Tom's to go," Paul asked friendly.
Emily smiled and said, "Course I would, come on little brother!"
And the two of them walked down the corridor back and started heading back to the common room.
*~*~*~*
A week had gone by and it was finally Christmas morning. Paul lay asleep in his bed, dreaming about Michael bowing to him, asking for forgiveness. Paul grinned in his sleep and continued dreaming until Rhys jumped on his bed and yelled, "MERRY CHRISTMAS PAUL!"
Paul jumped with fright and woke up almost at once. He opened his eyes and saw Rhys looking over him grinning as usual. Paul smiled up at him and sat up in his bed and saw presents on the end of his bed and on the floor.
"Their not all mine are they?" Paul asked shocked looking around at all the presents.
"Don't flatter yourself to much Paul, their not all yours, there is three of us," Tom said taking out some presents from his dresser draw.
"Anyway, here yah go Paul, Merry Christmas," Rhys said handing over his present to him.
"Rhys, you didn't need to," Paul said taking the present of him.
Rhys grinned and said, "I did too, now, where's mine?"
Paul laughed, opened his draw and handed both Rhys and Tom their presents. Rhys sat down on his bed and tore open Paul's present in a rush. When all the paper was off, all that was left was a plastic echidna, grinning broadly up at him.
"Err. thanks Paul," Rhys said sadly admiring his present.
"It reminded me of you, spiky spikes and it's grinning," Paul said pointing out.
"Oh yeah, it kinda does doesn't it?" Rhys said checking out the echidna, "Man! Do I always look this good?"
Paul looked over at Tom who was trying not to burst out laughing. Paul started opening his present from Rhys. He tore off the paper and what Rhys had gotten him was a pair of sunglasses.
"Thanks Rhys, how come I got sunglasses?" Paul asked trying them on.
"I thought they were so you, and because I didn't know where to buy CD's from," Rhys said now opening Tom's present.
"Thanks again Rhys, what did you get Tom?" Paul asked looking over at Tom.
"Looks like a stuffed chicken," Tom said pulling the chicken out of the paper, "You know me to well Rhys."
Paul laughed as Tom held out the stuffed chicken, pretending to make it fly. Rhys finished opening Tom's present and it turned out to be more hair gel. Paul began opening Tom's present. Once when the wrapping disappeared, it turned out to be a book of lyrics. And as Tom's pointed out, they could use it to improve his voice. Paul smiled weakly at this.
"Great idea Tom. just great," Paul said putting the book aside.
"Merry Christmas fellow Gryffindors!" Emily announced coming in their dormitory.
All the boys turned to the door and in the doorway was Emily, holding three presents under her arms. Emily gave them each there present and settled down on Paul's bed and smiled to herself as they unwrapped their presents.
"Em, holly folly crap, you shouldn't have!" Rhys screamed in a girlish voice as he unwrapped Emily's present, which was a t-shirt saying 'POH' in groovy lettering.
"Hey I got that too!" Paul and Tom said looking down at their presents too.
"I made them for you guys. I thought you could where them on the night of your performance," Emily said happily looking around at them.
"We were planning to go casual," Tom said holding it up against him.
"Well, in that case, make them for practice," Emily said, "I just wanted you guys to be noticed."
"Thanks Em, it's the thought that counts," Paul said hugging his sister around the neck.
"We didn't get you anything though," Rhys said sadly looking up at Emily.
Emily pretended to look shocked which made all three of the boys feel really bad about themselves. Emily giggled and then said, "Joke, people joke!"
All three of their faces suddenly let up and huge wide smiles began to show on their faces. Emily got off Paul's bed, walked to the door and said, "I'll see you guys at the Christmas lunch!" and left their dormitory.
"I can't fit in no Christmas lunch!" Rhys yelled holding his stomach.
"Hey, Tom, ain't that your owl?" Paul said noticing an owl flying straight towards their window.
Tom looked out the window and on the window shill he saw his family owl, Barnaby, with a little cardboard box next to him. Tom ran over to him and gave him a quick pat on his head and took the box from him.
"It's got air holes in it," Tom said examining all over the box, "And it's moving!"
"Open it!" Paul shouted propping himself upright.
Tom put in down on his bed and untapped the sticky tape from the top of the box. When he opened the lid, inside was something very much unexpected. It was...
"It's a cat, a real cat!" Tom screamed and picked up the frightened looking cat.
As Tom held it up high, Paul could see all the colours of the cat. It had brown, white and black spots all over it, and it had the brightest blue eyes Paul had ever seen, except maybe Rhys'.
"He's cool Tom," Paul said coming over and patting the cat on the head.
"Yeah and real cute too," Rhys said coming over too, "What yah gonna name him?"
"Not sure, what does he look like?" Tom asked looking at the cat from every angle.
"First what is he?" Paul asked.
"It's a cat, like hello!" Rhys said slapping him.
"I meant, what gender, dumbass!" Paul said making Rhys sound stupid.
"Paul, it's a little obvious," Tom said showing him the cat's tummy.
"Shit! His is a biggy for a little guy!" Paul said looking closer at it.
"OK, enough at looking at his personals! What's his name gonna be?" Tom asked pulling the cat away from Paul.
"I got one! Herman!" Rhys said sticking his hand up.
"Herman?" Tom and Paul both said.
"Well, yeah it suits him I reckon," Rhys said looking at the cat's face.
Tom looked closer at his cat and said, "Yeah, he's a Herman alright."
"Welcome to Hogwarts Herman!" Paul said patting Herman.
Tom hugged his little cat and mumbled, "And all thanks to mum and dad."
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Back at the Burrow, all of the Weasleys sat around the table, waiting for Mr Weasley to come back from the office so they could finally start their Christmas.
"Can't we at least open our presents?" Fred asked eyeing the presents.
"No Fred! Not until your father gets here!" Mrs Weasley yelled her hands beginning to shake with worry.
"But it's been hours, just one present!" George begged.
"No George! Just wait," Mrs Weasley yelled again and began to pace the kitchen.
"Mum sit down, it's nothing to worry about," Ginny said trying to calm her mother down.
At that very moment, there was a knock at their front door. Mrs Weasley ran from the kitchen and straight to the front door. She opened it and it didn't turn out to be Mr Weasley, but a police officer looking really serious.
"Mrs Weasley?" he asked.
"Yes that's me," Mrs Weasley said.
"There's been an accident at the Ministry of Magic and your husband was one of the victims," he said slowly and clearly.
"He's alright isn't he?" Mrs Weasley asked, dreading the answer.
The officer lowered his head and Mrs Weasley's question had been answered. Back in the kitchen, all the kids began to wonder what was taking their mother so long to let their father in.
"I'll see what's keeping them," Ron said getting up out of his seat.
He walked around the table when his mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes all red and teary. Ron ran over to her, put an arm around her and asked what was wrong.
"It's your father. He's been in accident. He didn't make it," Mrs Weasley said and then started crying on Ron's shoulder.
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Me most hope you enjoyed my chappie. Before I go, I must say 2 things to 2 of my friends. 1st, Lauren, thanks 4 the longest review! Can't believe you found that funny! And next for Emma... GUY SUCKS MISSY! Shannon is like totally the best :D (4 other readers, their people off Australian Idol). Luv you Shannon!! And don't worry Emma, you are coming back in the story! :P
~KiTtY cOpY cAt~