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except the part that me and Stacy thought up. She's an amazing beta reader,
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Chapter 2: Dealing with the Brothers of Death
"Mummy?" I asked hesitantly. Mum had gone into a sort of silent trance. She was looking at me with no emotion showing in her face at all.
"Please say something." I urged. I knew what was going to come, and I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
Mum's temper is like a tornado. You can tell that it's coming. There are obvious signs. But, no matter how much you try, you can't escape it. It's just too strong of a force.
My dad seemed to catch the warning signs as well, and was slowly getting ready to run out of the room. But mum was too quick for him. Once he had started to move, the storm started.
"Arthur!" Mum screamed, directing her intense glare at my father. I cowered in the corner.
"Yes, love?" My father answered quietly. A little ass kissing was a good move. It puts him at an advantage.
"Remind me again." Mum boomed. "How old is Ginny?!"
Oh, great, she was acting like I wasn't in the room. At least that means I wouldn't have to experience it first hand. Just from the side lines.
"She's eighteen." Dad answered. I cringed, knowing what would come next.
"So, that would mean that her child is going to be starting Hogwarts when Ginny's twenty-nine." Mum boomed. Then, to my horror, she turned to me. My face resembled that of one who has just seen Snape naked. Or so Hermione said, who was still standing safely off to the side.
"How could you be so IRRESPONSIBLE?!" My mother yelled.
To my surprise, mum stood there and waited for me to answer. Unfortunately, my vocal cords were on a coffee break. Since I didn't know sign language, I had to resort to my miming skills.
But before I could even think of a motion for the word 'sorry', my mother started yelling again.
"Didn't you think of the consequences?!" she screamed.
I opened my mouth and, low and behold, sound came out!
"I wasn't thinking-" I began apologetically.
"You're damn right you weren't thinking." Mum fumed. "You were being selfish, and look were it got you!"
"You're right, I'm-"
"How could you embarrass the family like this?!"
"Hey-" I started angrily. How dare she! Embarrass the family my ass.
"It's going to take a lifetime for me to live this down!" Mum went on.
"Live what down?" I hissed, talking very quickly so she wouldn't cute me off.
"Everyone's going to talk about how the Weasley's are horrible parents for letting their daughter get pregnant." Mum continued.
"You wouldn't have been able to stop me, anyways!" I yelled, getting very upset. "I make my own decisions!"
"And look where that's got you." Mum said, motioning down to my soon- to-be-huge stomach.
"Are you ashamed of me?" I asked sadly. The picture of me living in a cardboard box was becoming more and more clear.
"No, just disappointed." Mum said.
Ouch. That's worse. Disappointment is a hundred times worse then being angry.
Damn it. Anger looked a lot more appetizing by that point. I would have happily let her try and strangle me, just so long as I didn't have to hear her say the D word.
After my mother got over her disappointment- God, I hate that word!- she dropped another bomb on me.
"Go outside." She ordered.
Flashes of my life on the streets went through my brain. I was sitting, very pregnant, on the ground with a little cardboard sign that read 'give me your money, you greedy bastards.' Big, important business people were walking right past me. Some gave me strange looks, but others just acted like I didn't exist.
"Ginny?" My mother asked sharply. I seemed to have gone into a trance, looking like I fell asleep with my eyes open and standing up. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to go outside."
"Can't I pack my bags first?" I asked desperately, not being able to picture my homeless life without a nice pair of shoes.
"Why would you need to do that?" Mum asked, looking very annoyed.
"You're going to kick me out of the house without any possessions?" I asked wildly. "What kind of a mother are you?!"
"Ginny," my mother sighed. "I'm not kicking you out."
I blushed. Jumping to conclusions seemed to be a bad habit of mine. But, really, you didn't expect my mother to throw me a party for losing my virginity and getting impregnated in the same night, did you? I know that it's probably unreasonable to think that she'd throw me out of the house, but it's not like I was expecting a congratulations either.
"I'm not kicking you out." My mother repeated. "I just want you to go outside and find your brothers so that you can tell them your -erm -news yourself."
Life on the street suddenly seemed very appealing. I didn't care if it was with or without my new Sketchers, just as long as my brothers weren't in the picture.
A billion thoughts flashed through my head;
Would Ron strangle me with his bare hands, or kill Devon first?
Would it hurt the baby if Fred threw me across yard?
If Devon survived my brothers' wrath (which was unlikely), would he sue my family?
Would a judge who had a kid sister be more lenient?
"They're all out there playing Quidditch." Mum said with a smile.
What was she so damn happy about? Or was this one of those evil, scheming smiles where the person wearing it usually cocks an eyebrow and scratches their chin? Or, if male, twirls their mustache around one finger?
"I can't go tell them now." I said hurriedly.
"And why not?" My mother asked. Well, those probably weren't her exact words, but I was too busy thinking of a reasonable excuse to listen closely.
"What if they throw a Quaffle at me?" I asked, my brain being unable to work, so I had to go with the only excuse that I could think of.
My mother, obviously not convinced, chuckled.
"I'm serious!" I said loudly. "If hit in the right place, that Quaffle could damage the baby! Why would you want to *deliberately* hurt your unborn grandchild?"
"Well, I'll be sure to tell them not to aim at your stomach." Mum smiled, pushing me out the back door. "If we're lucky, they'll hit your head. That might knock some sense into you."
And with that, my mother slammed the door shut in my face. If I didn't have cat-like reflexes, I'd be without a nose at this very moment. But, luckily, I moved out of the way before the door de-nosed me.
I turned around, and the first thing my eyes landed on was a bunch of boys in their brooms. Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and Harry were all in the air, laughing and tossing that lethal Quaffle around. Thank God I didn't have to deal with Percy just yet. I was suddenly very happy that he was my Estranged Brother. I'd owl him whenever I had the chance, which hopefully wouldn't be for a few hundred years. Percy was famous for his lectures, and I didn't want to hear it until I had mastered a hex you can send through the mail.
I walked as slowly as I could, hoping that I wouldn't reach them until sun down. And by then, it'd be harder for them to see me in the darkness, and I could make a clean getaway.
As I walked, I planned out a whole speech that I could give them. I'd tell them that I was prepared for the responsibilities, and no where in the speech would I mention Devon's name.
Once I reached all of the boys, my legs wobbled a little as I stood very still. I was still going through the speech in my head, so Harry had to yell to get my attention.
"Hey, Ginny! Grab a broom, you can take Charlie's place since he's obviously forgotten how to throw a Quaffle and fly a broom at the same time." Harry laughed. Charlie scowled at him.
"I only fell off once." Charlie said angrily.
"Come on, Gin. You can use my Nimbus 2001." Harry said with a smile.
I only half heard him, still trying to remember the whole speech. Something about the twins being harder to take care of then a baby? So I just waved my hand and said the first thing that came to my head when I heard the word 'broom.'
"I don't think you're allowed to fly when you're pregnant."
The words that had just tumbled out of my mouth only started to make sense when I heard Fred fall off of his broom. Bill dropped the Quaffle in shock, and it landed on Ron's head, who was beneath him.
"...come again?" Ron asked, rubbing the spot on his head the Quaffle had collided with.
"I....umm..." I stuttered, looking around at all of the shocked faces. The twins both had the same look on their faces, except Fred's face was covered in dirt from his fall. Harry was looking at me with both shock and sadness. Bill and Charlie looked mad, and Ron's face was turning increasingly red.
"You're pregnant?!" Ron yelled. I cringed at his voice. Well, it was either at his voice, or at the sight that he was carrying a beater's bat.
I nodded, and he seemed to take that as an invitation to proceed in killing me, because he flew down to the ground and started to walk quickly up to me. I was paralyzed with fear.
But thank God Harry was there. He flew in between me and Ron as Ron was a few inches away from me.
"Ron, calm down." Harry said, dismounting his broom and standing in front of me.
"Who was it!" Ron yelled, trying to get a good look at me from around Harry. I grabbed onto the back of Harry's shirt and pulled him closer to me, wanting to be as protected as possible.
"Was it Dean?!" Ron yelled. He obviously was not updated on my love life. Dean was years ago. All the way back in fourth year. "It's was him, wasn't it! I'll kill him!"
"Ron!" I yelled, standing up on my tiptoes so I could look at my brother over Harry's shoulder. "It wasn't Dean."
"Then who was it?!" Ron yelled. I didn't answer. I just pulled Harry closer and hid behind him, burying my face in his back so I wouldn't have to look at Ron's angry expression.
It was then that I realized how good Harry smelled. It was like a clean, rugged smell. I couldn't quite place the exact scent, all I knew was that it made me feel safe and protected. Or maybe it was just the man who was wearing it that made me feel that way.
"Tell me who did it Ginny!" Ron yelled, pulling me out of the wonderful, nice smelling dream. He was acting like he was an investigator and I had just witnessed a murder.
"You know I'll find out!" Ron threatened. "I'll just kill all of the boys you've ever talked to!"
"Ron, you're being unreasonable!" I yelled, which just made his face get even more red with anger.
"UNREASONABLE?!" he screamed. I literally jumped from surprise. And, since I was holding onto Harry's shirt, he jumped a little too. "You just wait! You haven't seen unreasonable until I get a hold of the bastard that did this to you!"
Let me tell you, if Ron were a cartoon character, smoke would be coming out of his ears by now. I was worried that his head might explode! And Fred and George were almost as mad. They were shouting something, but I couldn't understand it because Bill and Charlie were trying to wrestle them down to the ground so they wouldn't come at me.
Harry turned his head so that he could whisper in my ear.
"Maybe you should run..." he said, his eyes flickering to my brothers. I was surprised that I could hear him over all of my brothers shouting.
"I didn't think they'd take it this badly." I said. I huddled closer to Harry, half because I was terrified and half because I couldn't get enough of his scent. "I really feel bad for De-"
I quickly cut myself off before I finished saying Devon's name. If I hadn't, and Ron had heard me, it would be like tattooing 'I slept with Ginny Weasley' on Devon's forehead and hand delivering him to my brothers.
"I think we'd be safer with You-Know-Who." I laughed.
"I can think of a better place." Harry said, a mischievous smile on his face. Immediately I thought he meant in bed or something, but then I came to my senses.
"Okay," Harry continued, totally oblivious to the fact that I was having dirty fantasies about him. "On three, we run as fast as we can toward the house. Once we're inside there'll be too many witnesses for them to kill you."
"Aye aye captain." I smiled, holding back the urge to salute him.
"Okay, de-board the ship, sailor, and run on three." Harry laughed. As my brothers contained to yell, unaware that Harry and I were having our own conversation, Harry began counting.
"One..." he whispered, both of us bouncing on the balls of our feet.
"Two..." I let go of his shirt, and he grabbed hold of my arm.
"Three!" he yelled. We bolted toward the house, laughing like school girls (okay, maybe Harry wasn't laughing like a school girl, but he was still laughing). I glanced over my shoulder and was lucky enough to catch the look of Ron's face. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear any words over mine and Harry's laughter. Fred and George were covered in grass stains as they began to stand up.
None of my brothers were chasing us, but Harry and I continued to run. I felt really free, just running hand in hand with Harry. I felt like there should be long grass and flowers all around us, and birds and deer should be flying and prancing around us. I had to fight down the urge to burst out in song and sing 'The Sound of Music' like Julie Andrews did when she was on top of that hill.
But before I could even remember half of the lyrics, we were at the backdoor. We rushed in to find my mum, dad, and Hermione at the kitchen table.
"Did you tell them?" My mother asked pleasantly.
"Yep." I said, locking the door Harry and I had come in through. I turned back around and found my mother and father giving me strange looks. "So, what's for dinner?"
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Here are some thank yous to all of the people who were kind enough to review my story. I'm sorry if I missed someone!
Hedwig55: lol, thanks! I liked how she told her parents too. But, if it was me, I think I would have just gone with the let's-see-if-they-notice plan. I could never handle the how-could-you-be-so-irresponsible-wrath of my mum and dad.
Raven Lee Knight: I hope you didn't wake up your mum! But I know the feeling. My mum can hear a pin drop a mile away, and my computer is just a wall away from her room. One time I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair! My mum was so pissed. Anyways, I'm glad I made you smile :)
mark: There's the Ginny/Harry relationship emerging... kinda. At least they're talking, unlike in the first four books. I promise that more of a relationship, besides just her holding onto him for dear life, is soon to come.
D.Torres: Thanks. I was crossing my fingers, hoping that I'd be original, for once. I seem to have this problem where I think I'm being so original, and I'm over-the-moon proud of myself for the idea, and then I see a million other people writing about the same thing. So that just makes my story boring. Anyways, tell me if I'm becoming too cookie cutter. I'd appreciate it.
MrVinceKlortho: Thank you so much for being honest and saying that it was a bit too graphic. I read over it again and decided that you were more then just a little bit right, so I took out that part. I think it'd a lot more tasteful now. O! And I'm so glad I made you laugh, that's definitely the reaction I'm going for.
cricketlover: Harry's in the picture! I suppose I should have had him more in the first chapter, but all well. But I promise that he's a main character in the story and will show up more often.
dolphingirl79: I did I did I did!!!
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Chapter 2: Dealing with the Brothers of Death
"Mummy?" I asked hesitantly. Mum had gone into a sort of silent trance. She was looking at me with no emotion showing in her face at all.
"Please say something." I urged. I knew what was going to come, and I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
Mum's temper is like a tornado. You can tell that it's coming. There are obvious signs. But, no matter how much you try, you can't escape it. It's just too strong of a force.
My dad seemed to catch the warning signs as well, and was slowly getting ready to run out of the room. But mum was too quick for him. Once he had started to move, the storm started.
"Arthur!" Mum screamed, directing her intense glare at my father. I cowered in the corner.
"Yes, love?" My father answered quietly. A little ass kissing was a good move. It puts him at an advantage.
"Remind me again." Mum boomed. "How old is Ginny?!"
Oh, great, she was acting like I wasn't in the room. At least that means I wouldn't have to experience it first hand. Just from the side lines.
"She's eighteen." Dad answered. I cringed, knowing what would come next.
"So, that would mean that her child is going to be starting Hogwarts when Ginny's twenty-nine." Mum boomed. Then, to my horror, she turned to me. My face resembled that of one who has just seen Snape naked. Or so Hermione said, who was still standing safely off to the side.
"How could you be so IRRESPONSIBLE?!" My mother yelled.
To my surprise, mum stood there and waited for me to answer. Unfortunately, my vocal cords were on a coffee break. Since I didn't know sign language, I had to resort to my miming skills.
But before I could even think of a motion for the word 'sorry', my mother started yelling again.
"Didn't you think of the consequences?!" she screamed.
I opened my mouth and, low and behold, sound came out!
"I wasn't thinking-" I began apologetically.
"You're damn right you weren't thinking." Mum fumed. "You were being selfish, and look were it got you!"
"You're right, I'm-"
"How could you embarrass the family like this?!"
"Hey-" I started angrily. How dare she! Embarrass the family my ass.
"It's going to take a lifetime for me to live this down!" Mum went on.
"Live what down?" I hissed, talking very quickly so she wouldn't cute me off.
"Everyone's going to talk about how the Weasley's are horrible parents for letting their daughter get pregnant." Mum continued.
"You wouldn't have been able to stop me, anyways!" I yelled, getting very upset. "I make my own decisions!"
"And look where that's got you." Mum said, motioning down to my soon- to-be-huge stomach.
"Are you ashamed of me?" I asked sadly. The picture of me living in a cardboard box was becoming more and more clear.
"No, just disappointed." Mum said.
Ouch. That's worse. Disappointment is a hundred times worse then being angry.
Damn it. Anger looked a lot more appetizing by that point. I would have happily let her try and strangle me, just so long as I didn't have to hear her say the D word.
After my mother got over her disappointment- God, I hate that word!- she dropped another bomb on me.
"Go outside." She ordered.
Flashes of my life on the streets went through my brain. I was sitting, very pregnant, on the ground with a little cardboard sign that read 'give me your money, you greedy bastards.' Big, important business people were walking right past me. Some gave me strange looks, but others just acted like I didn't exist.
"Ginny?" My mother asked sharply. I seemed to have gone into a trance, looking like I fell asleep with my eyes open and standing up. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to go outside."
"Can't I pack my bags first?" I asked desperately, not being able to picture my homeless life without a nice pair of shoes.
"Why would you need to do that?" Mum asked, looking very annoyed.
"You're going to kick me out of the house without any possessions?" I asked wildly. "What kind of a mother are you?!"
"Ginny," my mother sighed. "I'm not kicking you out."
I blushed. Jumping to conclusions seemed to be a bad habit of mine. But, really, you didn't expect my mother to throw me a party for losing my virginity and getting impregnated in the same night, did you? I know that it's probably unreasonable to think that she'd throw me out of the house, but it's not like I was expecting a congratulations either.
"I'm not kicking you out." My mother repeated. "I just want you to go outside and find your brothers so that you can tell them your -erm -news yourself."
Life on the street suddenly seemed very appealing. I didn't care if it was with or without my new Sketchers, just as long as my brothers weren't in the picture.
A billion thoughts flashed through my head;
Would Ron strangle me with his bare hands, or kill Devon first?
Would it hurt the baby if Fred threw me across yard?
If Devon survived my brothers' wrath (which was unlikely), would he sue my family?
Would a judge who had a kid sister be more lenient?
"They're all out there playing Quidditch." Mum said with a smile.
What was she so damn happy about? Or was this one of those evil, scheming smiles where the person wearing it usually cocks an eyebrow and scratches their chin? Or, if male, twirls their mustache around one finger?
"I can't go tell them now." I said hurriedly.
"And why not?" My mother asked. Well, those probably weren't her exact words, but I was too busy thinking of a reasonable excuse to listen closely.
"What if they throw a Quaffle at me?" I asked, my brain being unable to work, so I had to go with the only excuse that I could think of.
My mother, obviously not convinced, chuckled.
"I'm serious!" I said loudly. "If hit in the right place, that Quaffle could damage the baby! Why would you want to *deliberately* hurt your unborn grandchild?"
"Well, I'll be sure to tell them not to aim at your stomach." Mum smiled, pushing me out the back door. "If we're lucky, they'll hit your head. That might knock some sense into you."
And with that, my mother slammed the door shut in my face. If I didn't have cat-like reflexes, I'd be without a nose at this very moment. But, luckily, I moved out of the way before the door de-nosed me.
I turned around, and the first thing my eyes landed on was a bunch of boys in their brooms. Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and Harry were all in the air, laughing and tossing that lethal Quaffle around. Thank God I didn't have to deal with Percy just yet. I was suddenly very happy that he was my Estranged Brother. I'd owl him whenever I had the chance, which hopefully wouldn't be for a few hundred years. Percy was famous for his lectures, and I didn't want to hear it until I had mastered a hex you can send through the mail.
I walked as slowly as I could, hoping that I wouldn't reach them until sun down. And by then, it'd be harder for them to see me in the darkness, and I could make a clean getaway.
As I walked, I planned out a whole speech that I could give them. I'd tell them that I was prepared for the responsibilities, and no where in the speech would I mention Devon's name.
Once I reached all of the boys, my legs wobbled a little as I stood very still. I was still going through the speech in my head, so Harry had to yell to get my attention.
"Hey, Ginny! Grab a broom, you can take Charlie's place since he's obviously forgotten how to throw a Quaffle and fly a broom at the same time." Harry laughed. Charlie scowled at him.
"I only fell off once." Charlie said angrily.
"Come on, Gin. You can use my Nimbus 2001." Harry said with a smile.
I only half heard him, still trying to remember the whole speech. Something about the twins being harder to take care of then a baby? So I just waved my hand and said the first thing that came to my head when I heard the word 'broom.'
"I don't think you're allowed to fly when you're pregnant."
The words that had just tumbled out of my mouth only started to make sense when I heard Fred fall off of his broom. Bill dropped the Quaffle in shock, and it landed on Ron's head, who was beneath him.
"...come again?" Ron asked, rubbing the spot on his head the Quaffle had collided with.
"I....umm..." I stuttered, looking around at all of the shocked faces. The twins both had the same look on their faces, except Fred's face was covered in dirt from his fall. Harry was looking at me with both shock and sadness. Bill and Charlie looked mad, and Ron's face was turning increasingly red.
"You're pregnant?!" Ron yelled. I cringed at his voice. Well, it was either at his voice, or at the sight that he was carrying a beater's bat.
I nodded, and he seemed to take that as an invitation to proceed in killing me, because he flew down to the ground and started to walk quickly up to me. I was paralyzed with fear.
But thank God Harry was there. He flew in between me and Ron as Ron was a few inches away from me.
"Ron, calm down." Harry said, dismounting his broom and standing in front of me.
"Who was it!" Ron yelled, trying to get a good look at me from around Harry. I grabbed onto the back of Harry's shirt and pulled him closer to me, wanting to be as protected as possible.
"Was it Dean?!" Ron yelled. He obviously was not updated on my love life. Dean was years ago. All the way back in fourth year. "It's was him, wasn't it! I'll kill him!"
"Ron!" I yelled, standing up on my tiptoes so I could look at my brother over Harry's shoulder. "It wasn't Dean."
"Then who was it?!" Ron yelled. I didn't answer. I just pulled Harry closer and hid behind him, burying my face in his back so I wouldn't have to look at Ron's angry expression.
It was then that I realized how good Harry smelled. It was like a clean, rugged smell. I couldn't quite place the exact scent, all I knew was that it made me feel safe and protected. Or maybe it was just the man who was wearing it that made me feel that way.
"Tell me who did it Ginny!" Ron yelled, pulling me out of the wonderful, nice smelling dream. He was acting like he was an investigator and I had just witnessed a murder.
"You know I'll find out!" Ron threatened. "I'll just kill all of the boys you've ever talked to!"
"Ron, you're being unreasonable!" I yelled, which just made his face get even more red with anger.
"UNREASONABLE?!" he screamed. I literally jumped from surprise. And, since I was holding onto Harry's shirt, he jumped a little too. "You just wait! You haven't seen unreasonable until I get a hold of the bastard that did this to you!"
Let me tell you, if Ron were a cartoon character, smoke would be coming out of his ears by now. I was worried that his head might explode! And Fred and George were almost as mad. They were shouting something, but I couldn't understand it because Bill and Charlie were trying to wrestle them down to the ground so they wouldn't come at me.
Harry turned his head so that he could whisper in my ear.
"Maybe you should run..." he said, his eyes flickering to my brothers. I was surprised that I could hear him over all of my brothers shouting.
"I didn't think they'd take it this badly." I said. I huddled closer to Harry, half because I was terrified and half because I couldn't get enough of his scent. "I really feel bad for De-"
I quickly cut myself off before I finished saying Devon's name. If I hadn't, and Ron had heard me, it would be like tattooing 'I slept with Ginny Weasley' on Devon's forehead and hand delivering him to my brothers.
"I think we'd be safer with You-Know-Who." I laughed.
"I can think of a better place." Harry said, a mischievous smile on his face. Immediately I thought he meant in bed or something, but then I came to my senses.
"Okay," Harry continued, totally oblivious to the fact that I was having dirty fantasies about him. "On three, we run as fast as we can toward the house. Once we're inside there'll be too many witnesses for them to kill you."
"Aye aye captain." I smiled, holding back the urge to salute him.
"Okay, de-board the ship, sailor, and run on three." Harry laughed. As my brothers contained to yell, unaware that Harry and I were having our own conversation, Harry began counting.
"One..." he whispered, both of us bouncing on the balls of our feet.
"Two..." I let go of his shirt, and he grabbed hold of my arm.
"Three!" he yelled. We bolted toward the house, laughing like school girls (okay, maybe Harry wasn't laughing like a school girl, but he was still laughing). I glanced over my shoulder and was lucky enough to catch the look of Ron's face. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear any words over mine and Harry's laughter. Fred and George were covered in grass stains as they began to stand up.
None of my brothers were chasing us, but Harry and I continued to run. I felt really free, just running hand in hand with Harry. I felt like there should be long grass and flowers all around us, and birds and deer should be flying and prancing around us. I had to fight down the urge to burst out in song and sing 'The Sound of Music' like Julie Andrews did when she was on top of that hill.
But before I could even remember half of the lyrics, we were at the backdoor. We rushed in to find my mum, dad, and Hermione at the kitchen table.
"Did you tell them?" My mother asked pleasantly.
"Yep." I said, locking the door Harry and I had come in through. I turned back around and found my mother and father giving me strange looks. "So, what's for dinner?"
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Here are some thank yous to all of the people who were kind enough to review my story. I'm sorry if I missed someone!
Hedwig55: lol, thanks! I liked how she told her parents too. But, if it was me, I think I would have just gone with the let's-see-if-they-notice plan. I could never handle the how-could-you-be-so-irresponsible-wrath of my mum and dad.
Raven Lee Knight: I hope you didn't wake up your mum! But I know the feeling. My mum can hear a pin drop a mile away, and my computer is just a wall away from her room. One time I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair! My mum was so pissed. Anyways, I'm glad I made you smile :)
mark: There's the Ginny/Harry relationship emerging... kinda. At least they're talking, unlike in the first four books. I promise that more of a relationship, besides just her holding onto him for dear life, is soon to come.
D.Torres: Thanks. I was crossing my fingers, hoping that I'd be original, for once. I seem to have this problem where I think I'm being so original, and I'm over-the-moon proud of myself for the idea, and then I see a million other people writing about the same thing. So that just makes my story boring. Anyways, tell me if I'm becoming too cookie cutter. I'd appreciate it.
MrVinceKlortho: Thank you so much for being honest and saying that it was a bit too graphic. I read over it again and decided that you were more then just a little bit right, so I took out that part. I think it'd a lot more tasteful now. O! And I'm so glad I made you laugh, that's definitely the reaction I'm going for.
cricketlover: Harry's in the picture! I suppose I should have had him more in the first chapter, but all well. But I promise that he's a main character in the story and will show up more often.
dolphingirl79: I did I did I did!!!
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