No Longer Alone: Chapter six
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Yet again Harry fell out of the fireplace with an "OOMF" and landed on the floor.
"Not again," mumbled Harry.
"Fell again I see. You still need practice," said Ginny, smirking at the tousseled black haired boy at her feet.
"Yes. Practice. That's right. Just what I need," said Harry skeptically.
"Mum! Where are you? Fred and George said they are coming over later. Possibly in time for supper," hollered Ginny.
"What's that dear?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"I said Fred and George are coming over later and possibly in time for supper."
"Oh all right, dear. How was Diagon Alley? Did you buy anything nice with your money from Fred and George?"
"I bought new school robes. Harry was going to as well, but I felt sick so we got something to settle my stomach before coming home," said Ginny hurriedly.
"Are you ok? You don't need any anti-nausea potion do you? Let me feel your head. I hope you're not sick. Oh dear," said Molly Weasley frantically, rushing to her daughters side and putting a hand to her forehead. "Hmmm, you don't feel warm. Are you sure you're ok?"
"Mum! I'm fine. It was just from the bumpy ride in the Gringotts cart. I am one hundred percent fine now." Ginny rolled her eyes at her mother's antics.
"Wellm if you insist, dear."
"And I do," said Ginny quietly, but not quite quietly enough.
"What's that, dear?" Said Molly Weasley.
"Nothing mum. I just said I'm hungry." Ginny affixed Harry with a glare, signaling him to keep quiet. Harry held up his hands in mock surrender.
"Oh that reminds me. I must finish cooking supper. We'll have it in the garden tonight. We won't have enough room in the dining room. Oh! I must go prepare. I'll need to use the picnic tables and lanterns…" Mrs. Weasleys mutterings trailed off after she left the room.
Ginny and Harry took one look at each other and started giggling. They heard a faint "What's so funny?" from the kitchen and they replied "NOTHING!" which made them laugh even harder because they had said it at the same time. Then again, maybe they had a humor charm placed on them by the twins. It was anyones guess.
"Harry, want to go to the old tree house? It's out back by the stream, in the old oak. It's concealed though. You have to touch the right knot on the tree trunk to access the ladder."
"Uh, sure. Why not. Right now?"
"Yes. Right now," said Ginny grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him out the door.
In a few minutes they had reached the old oak. Ginny tapped a low branch with her wand and a ladder appeared. They climbed up and Harry was pleasantly surprised of what he found inside. It was just like any old tree house except it had wizarding pictures on the wall and had comfortable, yet slightly worn furniture in it.
"Do you like it? This used to be my favorite place when I was younger."
"Yes I love it. Who built it?" asked Harry.
"My Dad. He built it when Bill was about five," replied Ginny.
"That's cool. I can see why you used to come here when you were younger. It's homey like the Burrow but quieter. Not to mention, most likely a lot quieter with your brothers."
"Yep. But that's not the only reason. I came here because I was sad when Bill went to Hogwarts. Then Charlie went. Then Percy went. Then Fred and George. And then finally Ron. I felt so right after the summer. It went from very noisy to dead silence. But after Ron left I felt kind of excited because I knew it would be my turn next. When I was ten, I always came here. Especially after taking Fred, George, Percy and Ron to Kings Cross. After I saw you there too."
"Oh. Well I'm sorry."
"Oh don't be. It's not your fault I'm the youngest," said Ginny, smiling at Harry.
"No, I suppose it isn't."
"Well what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"Ok I give up. This is pointless," said Harry.
"I won! I won! I won! I won! What did I win?" said Ginny.
"Do you think it's almost supper yet? I'm hungry," said Harry and as if just to prove his point his stomach rumbled.
"Well It's about three and supper is at five so maybe we can get a snack," said Ginny.
"Sounds good to me," said Harry.
So they climbed down the ladder and vanished it. Then they walked to the house and walked into the kitchen. To their surprise Fred and George were early.
"Gin Gin! Harry. Long time since we've seen you," said Fred while wrapping an arm around each of the two's shoulders.
"Too True, Fred." Said George.
"You two are early. Why?" said Ginny.
"Well we just missed our little sister…" said Fred "And we just had to come see her," finished George.
"No, really. Why are you early?" asked Ginny.
"Hey. We didn't come here to get interrogated. Just to ask you about how your faux beauty product line is coming. We forgot to ask while you were in Diagon Alley," said George.
"Well. I have some perfume done, which makes the person kiss the first person they see. But only as long as they don't like that person. I call it Friendly Eau de Toilette," said Ginny.
"Wicked! Anything else?" asked Fred.
"Yep. Hairspray that makes the person who sprays it hallucinate. I named it Little Green Men Spray," said Ginny.
"Why did you call it that?" asked Harry.
"That's simple. Because Muggles always think they see 'Little Green Men', but it I only their imagination," replied Ginny.
"Oh. That makes sense," said Harry.
"Well done Gin-Gin," said George.
"We have to go back to the shop. See you at Supper," said Fred.
"See you," said Ginny and Harry.
And with a pop they were gone.
A/N: Well that's all for now. Hope you like it. Don't forget to review. Thanks to all my reviewers.