Chapter 4: Escape
Molly Weasley was a bit anxious as she looked around at the crowd of injured muggles. The entire village had been blown to bits and she, Arthur, Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Diggory and Mr. Lovegood had been the only magical folk there to defend. So basically the odds that they would win were about fifty to one. Fudge had arrived about and hour ago and wasn't about to let them leave. Dumbledore was the only one, along with the death-eaters, that got away.
The death-eaters on seeing Fudge before Fudge saw them quickly disapparated leaving her, Arthur and Dumbledore rather confused. When Fudge told them to halt Dumbledore immediately disapparated, she and Arthur hadn't reacted as fast and they were now in line for being questioned by the Ministry of Magic. Fudge had cast a spell that had disabled them from disapparating. Now she wasn't sure if she could every do it again.
There was a nasty cut above her eyebrow and a gash in her left knee. Arthur's nose was broken and his ankle was twisted rather badly. She knew that their injuries were easy to fix and that as soon as they got some medical attention they would be good as new, but Fudge hadn't let a healer near Arthur or her or any of the other magical folks.
"You may come in now!" a burly man barked at them and Arthur looked on nervously.
"There's no need to yell!" Mrs. Weasley spat shoving her finger in his face, "Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?" she paused and looked him up and down, "I bet you still live with her! No man your age could be that healthy off his or his young wife's food!" she spun on her heal and followed her rather stunned husband and the other magic folk into the Burrow, the place where Fudge had chosen to do the 'interviews'.
Fudge sat at the kitchen table where he had replaced her nice wooden chairs with metal ones, designed she could only guess for what. There was a reporter at a small table next to them and Molly glared at both people.
"Take a seat," Fudge smiled and pointed at a row of chairs that didn't look the least bit comfy.
"I'd rather stand," Molly crossed her arms over her chest her wand in her hand. Now that puzzled her, why had he let them keep their wands? She watched as the others sat down nervously at her kitchen table.
"Molly, there's no need to be bitter," Fudge cooed and Mr. Diggory winced, "I merely mean to talk to you. Why else do you think I let you keep your wands?"
"Why wouldn't you let us go?" Arthur asked his eyebrows rose, fumbling with his wand right before Fudge's nose as a warning.
"I wanted to speak with you about what happened here," the smile slightly faded, "So what did happen here?"
"Get that reporter out of here and maybe we'll talk," Mr. Lovegood smiled a phony smile that only suggested that he wanted to snap Fudge in two.
"Alright, Willard, you can leave," Fudge sighed. The boy nodded at them, quickly gathered his stuff together and left the room.
"So," Fudge nodded at them, "What happened?"
"What do you think happened?" Arthur asked mechanically.
"I don't like to assume, shall we clear things up before they get even messier," Fudge was cheery, almost too cheery for Molly's liking.
"You sure did a hell of a good job assuming that we were all a pack of liars and that he-who-must-not-be-named really hadn't come back, especially after." Mrs. Diggory let her voice trail off and suddenly burst into tears.
"You see what you've done?" Mr. Diggory barked, "Our only son died the day you-know-who came back! How can you just ignore that my son died and that Harry almost died getting my son back to me? You said some pretty nasty things about the boy who put his own life in danger by trying to return my son to me!"
"Our son!" Mrs. Diggory corrected him and he looked lovingly down at her.
"Yes, our son!" Mr. Diggory spat at Fudge, shaking his fist, "I have nothing to say to you."
"I'm sorry-
"Sorry?" Mrs. Diggory sobbed, "Sorry! How can you say that? You don't know what it feels like to have your first child ripped away from you! You can never imagine! And then you go saying horrible things about Harry? How dare you?" she growled spinning around and running out the door.
"Now, see what you've done?" Molly yelled running after her.
Fudge turned to them, "Perhaps now that the ladies are gone we can discuss this like men."
"Men?" Mr. Lovegood was outraged, "Grow up!" and he too spun around and stalked off.
"Good day, Fudge," Arthur said calmly getting up and leaving. "Mr. Diggory?" Fudge sounded desperate.
"Shut your bloody trap!" Mr. Diggory growled following Arthur out the door.
Both men were fuming when they reached their friends.
"I can't believe that man!" Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "Oh. If I wasn't a lady.
"Now, Molly," Mrs. Diggory scolded wiping her tears, "We ought to focus on how we're going to get out of here!"
"Quite right!" Mr. Weasley smiled reassuringly, "But how?"
"Maybe I could answer that," the voice of Professor Dumbledore came from behind them. All five of them spun around expecting to see a tall man with a long white beard but he wasn't there. They were all quite taken aback.
"Where are you?" Mr. Weasley whispered afraid he was the only one that had heard Dumbledore's voice. Oh, no! He was delusional.
"Invisible," Dumbledore said simply.
"Oh," the all nodded in a reassured manner.
"Dumbledore, I didn't know you had an invisibility cloak!" Mr. Weasley said a bit quickly.
"I don't," Dumbledore's voice was as clam as ever.
"Well then how-
"Never mind all that!" Mrs. Weasley hissed harshly, "How are we going to get out of here?"
"Just follow the yellow brick road!" Dumbledore smiled and then coughed at the frowns on everyone's faces, "Sorry got caught up in the moment. Here," an invisible hand tossed a dirty, moth-eaten sock at them, "All of you grab it and then Arthur you say this: 'Complete!'. The rest of the spell has already been prepared. Now hurry." There was a soft pop and Dumbledore was gone.
Everyone hurriedly grabbed the sock and Mr. Weasley said: "Complete." The sock glowed for a second and then they were being whisked away into a spinning world of dazzling colors.
*
"That's it!" Bill shook his head, "I'm too worried to sit here. I'm going to go see if they need help!" He walked to the door and Charlie followed him.
"Bill, wait," Charlie sighed, "Mum said that we shouldn't worry about them."
Bill rolled his eyes, "It's not that simple!"
"I know, I know," Charlie scratched his head, "Be patient."
"I suppose your right," Bill sighed as he began to turn around right before the many locks on the door began to unlock.
"They're back!" Charlie jumped as the door swung open to reveal some very disheveled looking people. His mother stood there the hem of her dress in cinders and there was some dry blood under her nose which suggested it had been bleeding. There was one nasty green bruise on her arm. His father had a gash above his eye that needed serious attention. A man he recognized as Mr. Lovegood had a very purple wrist along with a shoulder that looked as if it was dislocated. Mr. Diggory didn't look as beat up as Mr. Lovegood but had a few bad cuts and bruises. Mrs. Diggory limped when she walked and he guessed that her ankle was sprained by how badly she winced.
"Yes, now, one of you go get Moody we need to get these cuts and scrapes cleaned up!" Mrs. Weasley was in a rush as she hurried into the dark building.
"Right," Charlie said attentively running up the stairs and towards Moody's room.
"What is this place?" Mrs. Diggory wrinkled her nose, "It's awfully dark and dreary!"
"You'll get used to it," Mr. Weasley sighed, "Follow me." He led the group of tired, beaten up people into the sitting room.
"Mum-
"Not now, Bill. See that everyone gets some water!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was tired and she took more breaths than normal. Bill worried.
"I'm afraid that what I have to speak to you about can't wait," Bill sighed and then gulped, "There are three muggles in the house."
"Yes, of course, Harry's family," Mrs. Weasley smiled, "I shall like to meet them."
"Not them," Bill sighed, "There are three muggles you haven't heard of until now. You see, on our way to pick up Harry, Bill and I saved a burning town. I met a teenage boy, Ron's age, his parents died in the fires and Charlie fell fore this young woman and her daughter. We couldn't leave them there." All this came out in a rush and he braced himself for what his mother had to say but his father beat her to it.
"Six muggles in this house? All right here? So close!" Mr. Weasley practically jumped in joy, "Did you hear him Molly? Oh, I must speak with them!"
"You must," Annie's voice came from behind and they all turned to her, "hello." She smiled and Mille yawned rubbing her eyes as Ginny came around the corner with the tyke in her arms and Ron and Harry at her sides. Ron glanced at Devin and wrinkled his nose.
"Good Evening mum," Ginny smiled sitting down beside Mrs. Diggory with Millie in her arms.
"Hello, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said dumbstruck as Devin popped out from behind Charlie.
"My names Annie Banks," Annie smiled coming forward, her hand out to Mr. Weasley. He took it winking at Charlie who turned a deep scarlet.
"Arthur Weasley," Mr. Weasley smiled.
"Mrs. Weasley." The woman shook hands and Ginny waited patiently for the introductions to end. Getting a bit bored with everything she turned to her father and noticed the gash above his eye and gasped.
"Dad, Your head!" she pointed just as the twins stumbled into the room.
"Oi! What's all this about?" Fred murmured, "Can't a bloke get any sleep these days?" He followed George and both boys collapsed onto Ron who shoved them off in distaste.
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley suddenly jumped, "We ought to attend to those!" she pressed the tip of her wand to the nasty green bruise on her arm and it disappeared.
"Wow," Mille smiled an adorable astonished look on her face. Devin rolled his eyes and Annie's eyes twinkled both at her daughter and Mrs. Weasley.
Calmly and carefully, Bill and Charlie helped with the healing and in a short time everybody looked as good as new. The large group of people sat around the fireplace in the sitting room, sipping hot coco. Harry's family didn't seem to hear all of the noise and never came down to investigate.
Ginny sat cross-legged, closest to the fire, her back to the chair Ron sat in. She snuggled deeper into her large blanket and sipped her cup of hot coco while listening to everybody talk. At the moment Mr. Weasley was prodding Devin about Muggle things and Devin was being relatively good- natured as he began to slowly believe that magic was real. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him with his dazzling blue eyes and blonde hair. He noticed her and winked. A blush snuck up on her and she looked away. Little did she know she wasn't the only one who noticed his wink.
"Tell me more, please Charlie," Annie pleaded. She wanted to know so much more about his world. Ginny turned to look at the pair of people. They were sitting farthest away from the group, talking and laughing animatedly. She smiled, Annie would be perfect for Charlie and she hoped that he would realize it soon; if he hadn't already.
Harry sat directly in front of her, talking with Ron. Everyone once in a while she would glance at him but quickly look away. His eyes were so intense and everyone time she looked at him a blush would sneak up on her so she avoided looking at him as much as possible and possible wasn't a lot.
Mr. and Mrs. Diggory had long since gone to bed. Mr. Lovegood was snoring on the couch, closest to the door. She had asked and found out that Luna was spending the week at her mother's sister's house.
Mrs. Weasley and Mille had become fast friends. Mrs. Weasley was telling Mille the story of Cinderella and the Prince. Ginny's favorite.
Fred and George sat closest to Devin and Mr. Weasley. They were eyeing the boy with distaste, whispering to each other. Ginny's stomach squirmed, what were they whispering about? No! They weren't supposed to hate him yet! They couldn't hate him until she had found out whether or not she liked him but fate had played another cruel trick on her. It seemed that every one of her brother's except for Bill and Percy had decided that Devin was no good. She shook her head in disbelief.
"I'll go ask my mum," Ron said, jumping out of his chair and walking over to her mum. Leaving her and Harry. alone.
"What's he doing?" Ginny asked a bit confused.
"Oh, he's been talking non-stop about Hermione and I told him to go ask her when Hermione was coming," Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair as Ginny stood up and plopped down into Ron's seat.
*
He couldn't believe it. Perhaps, Ginny was a bit more 'developed' and sure her eyes were chocolate colored and they seemed to go on forever and yes there wasn't a blemish on her creamy, freckled skin and her legs stretched almost as much as her eyes. But still he didn't think of her that way, well ok, he did think she was beautiful but that didn't mean anything. And who did Devin think he was? He definitely did not have the right to talk about her that way.
"Harry? Anybody home?" she waved her hand in his face.
"Huh?" he shook his head, "Oh yeah." She gave him this funny look that suggested he was mad and he rolled his eyes. She was so cute. No, he didn't think of her that way. Then that's when Ron decided to drop in and he literally jumped on his sister. Who squirmed out from underneath her brother and off of the chair.
"What do you think your doing?" she looked him over disgustedly, "You don't exactly way fifty pounds you know. I could have been physically damaged for life!" The look on Ron's face was priceless and suggested that he had merely been having fun. She erupted into a fit of giggles.
"Oh, I wish Colin had been here to take your picture!" she wiped her eyes, "You should have seen your face; just priceless."
A sudden hatred for Colin coursed through Harry's veins. She wanted Colin to be there. He could have just as easily taken Ron's picture.
"Harry," he loved the sound of his name on her tongue, "We've told you about how we escaped the death-eaters. How did you?"
"Well," he paused under the gaze of her beautiful chocolate colored eyes and then shook his head and cleared his throat, "Well Tonks came up with this idea."
He ended up telling them about how they escaped from Privet Drive with Lucius as a hostage and made it back safely to Grimmauld Place.
"Where's Lucius?" Ron asked his eyes as wide as Harry's Uncle Vernon's golf balls.
"Oh," Harry sighed, "I don't really know. Moody did something with him."
"Oh," both Ron and Ginny sighed together.
"Where is Lupin?" Ginny asked suddenly noticing, "I haven't seen him all night!"
"Full moon," Ron nodded his head to the window.
"Oh.yeah," Ginny frowned cuddling up into her nice, warm, snuggly blanket and taking a sip of her hot cocoa.
The moon shone on Grimmauld Place with an almost proud glow. For the moon knew what was to befall the poor beings inside that house and she felt it right to pay them the respect they deserved.
Molly Weasley was a bit anxious as she looked around at the crowd of injured muggles. The entire village had been blown to bits and she, Arthur, Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Diggory and Mr. Lovegood had been the only magical folk there to defend. So basically the odds that they would win were about fifty to one. Fudge had arrived about and hour ago and wasn't about to let them leave. Dumbledore was the only one, along with the death-eaters, that got away.
The death-eaters on seeing Fudge before Fudge saw them quickly disapparated leaving her, Arthur and Dumbledore rather confused. When Fudge told them to halt Dumbledore immediately disapparated, she and Arthur hadn't reacted as fast and they were now in line for being questioned by the Ministry of Magic. Fudge had cast a spell that had disabled them from disapparating. Now she wasn't sure if she could every do it again.
There was a nasty cut above her eyebrow and a gash in her left knee. Arthur's nose was broken and his ankle was twisted rather badly. She knew that their injuries were easy to fix and that as soon as they got some medical attention they would be good as new, but Fudge hadn't let a healer near Arthur or her or any of the other magical folks.
"You may come in now!" a burly man barked at them and Arthur looked on nervously.
"There's no need to yell!" Mrs. Weasley spat shoving her finger in his face, "Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?" she paused and looked him up and down, "I bet you still live with her! No man your age could be that healthy off his or his young wife's food!" she spun on her heal and followed her rather stunned husband and the other magic folk into the Burrow, the place where Fudge had chosen to do the 'interviews'.
Fudge sat at the kitchen table where he had replaced her nice wooden chairs with metal ones, designed she could only guess for what. There was a reporter at a small table next to them and Molly glared at both people.
"Take a seat," Fudge smiled and pointed at a row of chairs that didn't look the least bit comfy.
"I'd rather stand," Molly crossed her arms over her chest her wand in her hand. Now that puzzled her, why had he let them keep their wands? She watched as the others sat down nervously at her kitchen table.
"Molly, there's no need to be bitter," Fudge cooed and Mr. Diggory winced, "I merely mean to talk to you. Why else do you think I let you keep your wands?"
"Why wouldn't you let us go?" Arthur asked his eyebrows rose, fumbling with his wand right before Fudge's nose as a warning.
"I wanted to speak with you about what happened here," the smile slightly faded, "So what did happen here?"
"Get that reporter out of here and maybe we'll talk," Mr. Lovegood smiled a phony smile that only suggested that he wanted to snap Fudge in two.
"Alright, Willard, you can leave," Fudge sighed. The boy nodded at them, quickly gathered his stuff together and left the room.
"So," Fudge nodded at them, "What happened?"
"What do you think happened?" Arthur asked mechanically.
"I don't like to assume, shall we clear things up before they get even messier," Fudge was cheery, almost too cheery for Molly's liking.
"You sure did a hell of a good job assuming that we were all a pack of liars and that he-who-must-not-be-named really hadn't come back, especially after." Mrs. Diggory let her voice trail off and suddenly burst into tears.
"You see what you've done?" Mr. Diggory barked, "Our only son died the day you-know-who came back! How can you just ignore that my son died and that Harry almost died getting my son back to me? You said some pretty nasty things about the boy who put his own life in danger by trying to return my son to me!"
"Our son!" Mrs. Diggory corrected him and he looked lovingly down at her.
"Yes, our son!" Mr. Diggory spat at Fudge, shaking his fist, "I have nothing to say to you."
"I'm sorry-
"Sorry?" Mrs. Diggory sobbed, "Sorry! How can you say that? You don't know what it feels like to have your first child ripped away from you! You can never imagine! And then you go saying horrible things about Harry? How dare you?" she growled spinning around and running out the door.
"Now, see what you've done?" Molly yelled running after her.
Fudge turned to them, "Perhaps now that the ladies are gone we can discuss this like men."
"Men?" Mr. Lovegood was outraged, "Grow up!" and he too spun around and stalked off.
"Good day, Fudge," Arthur said calmly getting up and leaving. "Mr. Diggory?" Fudge sounded desperate.
"Shut your bloody trap!" Mr. Diggory growled following Arthur out the door.
Both men were fuming when they reached their friends.
"I can't believe that man!" Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "Oh. If I wasn't a lady.
"Now, Molly," Mrs. Diggory scolded wiping her tears, "We ought to focus on how we're going to get out of here!"
"Quite right!" Mr. Weasley smiled reassuringly, "But how?"
"Maybe I could answer that," the voice of Professor Dumbledore came from behind them. All five of them spun around expecting to see a tall man with a long white beard but he wasn't there. They were all quite taken aback.
"Where are you?" Mr. Weasley whispered afraid he was the only one that had heard Dumbledore's voice. Oh, no! He was delusional.
"Invisible," Dumbledore said simply.
"Oh," the all nodded in a reassured manner.
"Dumbledore, I didn't know you had an invisibility cloak!" Mr. Weasley said a bit quickly.
"I don't," Dumbledore's voice was as clam as ever.
"Well then how-
"Never mind all that!" Mrs. Weasley hissed harshly, "How are we going to get out of here?"
"Just follow the yellow brick road!" Dumbledore smiled and then coughed at the frowns on everyone's faces, "Sorry got caught up in the moment. Here," an invisible hand tossed a dirty, moth-eaten sock at them, "All of you grab it and then Arthur you say this: 'Complete!'. The rest of the spell has already been prepared. Now hurry." There was a soft pop and Dumbledore was gone.
Everyone hurriedly grabbed the sock and Mr. Weasley said: "Complete." The sock glowed for a second and then they were being whisked away into a spinning world of dazzling colors.
*
"That's it!" Bill shook his head, "I'm too worried to sit here. I'm going to go see if they need help!" He walked to the door and Charlie followed him.
"Bill, wait," Charlie sighed, "Mum said that we shouldn't worry about them."
Bill rolled his eyes, "It's not that simple!"
"I know, I know," Charlie scratched his head, "Be patient."
"I suppose your right," Bill sighed as he began to turn around right before the many locks on the door began to unlock.
"They're back!" Charlie jumped as the door swung open to reveal some very disheveled looking people. His mother stood there the hem of her dress in cinders and there was some dry blood under her nose which suggested it had been bleeding. There was one nasty green bruise on her arm. His father had a gash above his eye that needed serious attention. A man he recognized as Mr. Lovegood had a very purple wrist along with a shoulder that looked as if it was dislocated. Mr. Diggory didn't look as beat up as Mr. Lovegood but had a few bad cuts and bruises. Mrs. Diggory limped when she walked and he guessed that her ankle was sprained by how badly she winced.
"Yes, now, one of you go get Moody we need to get these cuts and scrapes cleaned up!" Mrs. Weasley was in a rush as she hurried into the dark building.
"Right," Charlie said attentively running up the stairs and towards Moody's room.
"What is this place?" Mrs. Diggory wrinkled her nose, "It's awfully dark and dreary!"
"You'll get used to it," Mr. Weasley sighed, "Follow me." He led the group of tired, beaten up people into the sitting room.
"Mum-
"Not now, Bill. See that everyone gets some water!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was tired and she took more breaths than normal. Bill worried.
"I'm afraid that what I have to speak to you about can't wait," Bill sighed and then gulped, "There are three muggles in the house."
"Yes, of course, Harry's family," Mrs. Weasley smiled, "I shall like to meet them."
"Not them," Bill sighed, "There are three muggles you haven't heard of until now. You see, on our way to pick up Harry, Bill and I saved a burning town. I met a teenage boy, Ron's age, his parents died in the fires and Charlie fell fore this young woman and her daughter. We couldn't leave them there." All this came out in a rush and he braced himself for what his mother had to say but his father beat her to it.
"Six muggles in this house? All right here? So close!" Mr. Weasley practically jumped in joy, "Did you hear him Molly? Oh, I must speak with them!"
"You must," Annie's voice came from behind and they all turned to her, "hello." She smiled and Mille yawned rubbing her eyes as Ginny came around the corner with the tyke in her arms and Ron and Harry at her sides. Ron glanced at Devin and wrinkled his nose.
"Good Evening mum," Ginny smiled sitting down beside Mrs. Diggory with Millie in her arms.
"Hello, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said dumbstruck as Devin popped out from behind Charlie.
"My names Annie Banks," Annie smiled coming forward, her hand out to Mr. Weasley. He took it winking at Charlie who turned a deep scarlet.
"Arthur Weasley," Mr. Weasley smiled.
"Mrs. Weasley." The woman shook hands and Ginny waited patiently for the introductions to end. Getting a bit bored with everything she turned to her father and noticed the gash above his eye and gasped.
"Dad, Your head!" she pointed just as the twins stumbled into the room.
"Oi! What's all this about?" Fred murmured, "Can't a bloke get any sleep these days?" He followed George and both boys collapsed onto Ron who shoved them off in distaste.
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley suddenly jumped, "We ought to attend to those!" she pressed the tip of her wand to the nasty green bruise on her arm and it disappeared.
"Wow," Mille smiled an adorable astonished look on her face. Devin rolled his eyes and Annie's eyes twinkled both at her daughter and Mrs. Weasley.
Calmly and carefully, Bill and Charlie helped with the healing and in a short time everybody looked as good as new. The large group of people sat around the fireplace in the sitting room, sipping hot coco. Harry's family didn't seem to hear all of the noise and never came down to investigate.
Ginny sat cross-legged, closest to the fire, her back to the chair Ron sat in. She snuggled deeper into her large blanket and sipped her cup of hot coco while listening to everybody talk. At the moment Mr. Weasley was prodding Devin about Muggle things and Devin was being relatively good- natured as he began to slowly believe that magic was real. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him with his dazzling blue eyes and blonde hair. He noticed her and winked. A blush snuck up on her and she looked away. Little did she know she wasn't the only one who noticed his wink.
"Tell me more, please Charlie," Annie pleaded. She wanted to know so much more about his world. Ginny turned to look at the pair of people. They were sitting farthest away from the group, talking and laughing animatedly. She smiled, Annie would be perfect for Charlie and she hoped that he would realize it soon; if he hadn't already.
Harry sat directly in front of her, talking with Ron. Everyone once in a while she would glance at him but quickly look away. His eyes were so intense and everyone time she looked at him a blush would sneak up on her so she avoided looking at him as much as possible and possible wasn't a lot.
Mr. and Mrs. Diggory had long since gone to bed. Mr. Lovegood was snoring on the couch, closest to the door. She had asked and found out that Luna was spending the week at her mother's sister's house.
Mrs. Weasley and Mille had become fast friends. Mrs. Weasley was telling Mille the story of Cinderella and the Prince. Ginny's favorite.
Fred and George sat closest to Devin and Mr. Weasley. They were eyeing the boy with distaste, whispering to each other. Ginny's stomach squirmed, what were they whispering about? No! They weren't supposed to hate him yet! They couldn't hate him until she had found out whether or not she liked him but fate had played another cruel trick on her. It seemed that every one of her brother's except for Bill and Percy had decided that Devin was no good. She shook her head in disbelief.
"I'll go ask my mum," Ron said, jumping out of his chair and walking over to her mum. Leaving her and Harry. alone.
"What's he doing?" Ginny asked a bit confused.
"Oh, he's been talking non-stop about Hermione and I told him to go ask her when Hermione was coming," Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair as Ginny stood up and plopped down into Ron's seat.
*
He couldn't believe it. Perhaps, Ginny was a bit more 'developed' and sure her eyes were chocolate colored and they seemed to go on forever and yes there wasn't a blemish on her creamy, freckled skin and her legs stretched almost as much as her eyes. But still he didn't think of her that way, well ok, he did think she was beautiful but that didn't mean anything. And who did Devin think he was? He definitely did not have the right to talk about her that way.
"Harry? Anybody home?" she waved her hand in his face.
"Huh?" he shook his head, "Oh yeah." She gave him this funny look that suggested he was mad and he rolled his eyes. She was so cute. No, he didn't think of her that way. Then that's when Ron decided to drop in and he literally jumped on his sister. Who squirmed out from underneath her brother and off of the chair.
"What do you think your doing?" she looked him over disgustedly, "You don't exactly way fifty pounds you know. I could have been physically damaged for life!" The look on Ron's face was priceless and suggested that he had merely been having fun. She erupted into a fit of giggles.
"Oh, I wish Colin had been here to take your picture!" she wiped her eyes, "You should have seen your face; just priceless."
A sudden hatred for Colin coursed through Harry's veins. She wanted Colin to be there. He could have just as easily taken Ron's picture.
"Harry," he loved the sound of his name on her tongue, "We've told you about how we escaped the death-eaters. How did you?"
"Well," he paused under the gaze of her beautiful chocolate colored eyes and then shook his head and cleared his throat, "Well Tonks came up with this idea."
He ended up telling them about how they escaped from Privet Drive with Lucius as a hostage and made it back safely to Grimmauld Place.
"Where's Lucius?" Ron asked his eyes as wide as Harry's Uncle Vernon's golf balls.
"Oh," Harry sighed, "I don't really know. Moody did something with him."
"Oh," both Ron and Ginny sighed together.
"Where is Lupin?" Ginny asked suddenly noticing, "I haven't seen him all night!"
"Full moon," Ron nodded his head to the window.
"Oh.yeah," Ginny frowned cuddling up into her nice, warm, snuggly blanket and taking a sip of her hot cocoa.
The moon shone on Grimmauld Place with an almost proud glow. For the moon knew what was to befall the poor beings inside that house and she felt it right to pay them the respect they deserved.