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A/N: Thanks for the review tennisplaya278!
Ginny heard a tapping at her window at the burrow and shuffled out of bed, who in Merlin's name would be owling her so late (or early for that matter?). She opened the window and fell back onto her bed with shock as she realized who the owl must be from: Harry. It was strange though, Hedwig barely popped in to drop the letter off before she flew back out. It was almost as if she didn't want to be away from home for very long.
She stretched awake and reached for the letter dropped onto the floor.
Ginny,
Thank you.
Harry
She scoffed. Really, that Harry Potter was quite a talker. She basically writes him a book and he replies with two words. Not only that but she opened herself to him, for the first time ever she had talked with him about her former crush, she was atleast expecting some sort of response from that. All that said, she was still glad to know that he was alive and well.
She lay the letter on her desk and looked to the opposite corner of the room where Hermione was still sleeping soundly through all the commotion. Hermione had been there for about a week now, it had given them some time to continue bonding, though Hermione's first priorities would always be Harry and Ron. She smirked, Ron, if only those two weren't so flatly stubborn they'd realize they were meant for eachother.
Quietly she exited the room and crept slowly down the stairs where she found the kitchen empty. She decided on making herself a cup of tea, even despite the summer heat. The passed summer, and year for that matter, had been....incredibly difficult. So much had happened to change so many things, she found it hard to keep track of it all. All she knew was that Harry clearly wasn't doing as well as he tried to make everyone think. Ron and Hermione knew that, but seeing as they were so close to him, so close to Sirius, they couldn't have an outsider's view on this.
"Outsider." she whispered as she rummaged around the kitchen.
The word had used to sting her. That was what she was when she was with the trio after all, and sometimes she resented Harry and Hermione for taking away her brother from her. Especially Hermione. But as time passed, she realized, maybe they needed him more than his own sister did.
"Gin?" she heard a voice whisper from behind her.
She grinned tiredly. "Ron, couldn't sleep either I presume?"
"You presumed correctly." he replied as he took a seat at the breakfast table.
She nodded towards the kettle on the stove. "I'm making tea...want some?"
He shrugged, she took that as a yes. After getting the water and such ready she took a seat across from Ron who had a distant look in his eyes.
"Something wrong?" she asked worried.
He looked down to his hands. "I had that dream again." he replied quietly. She kept silent, he had told her before. "Only this time...it changed. I still had the dream about the fight....I still saw Sirius fall through the veil...Only this time, Harry ran after him, and then Hermione did...and then you did."
Ginny stood from her seat and walked over to her brother. She embraced him in a hug, one of the few times they allowed their true bond to show through.
"It'll be okay Ron. Harry's coming to the burrow this friday and we'll all be together."
"I hope that's enough."
They heard the kettle whistle in the distance. "Me too." she replied.
Friday came sooner than they thought and now Ron, Hermione, and her were anxiously awaiting by the fireplace where Harry and Mr. Weasley would floo in at any moment.
"Honestly children, they'll be here any minute now, no need to worry!" Mrs. Weasley chimed at them reproachfully, although her excitement could be heard.
As if on cue, a burst of dust and a figure immerged from the fireplace with a loud crash. Harry Potter stood before them, dirt smudged, and with tired smile on his face.
Hermione rushed up to him first and embraced him in a bone-crushing hug. "Harry! Oh we've missed you!"
Ron chuckled in the background. "Glad you're here mate." Mrs. Weasley was quick to follow up with an equally crushing hug.
"Oh Harry! Look at you! You look ghastly! Have those muggles even been feeding you? We'll have an early lunch straight away!" she said and shuffled off to the kitchen.
Harry smiled. "I'm glad I'm here too. I got all your letters...sorry I didn't reply really. I was busy...you know."
Ginny stopped from rolling her eyes as Hermione and Ron cast eachother a knowing look. Harry had not been busy, they knew that. But they had also all agreed, all Weasleys included, to try to have the most normal remainder of the summer they could.
Harry looked around. "The house seems....quiet?"
"That's because it is." she said speaking for the first time. "Fred and George have rented a place to live right over there shop, they're in the process of moving there. So it's just been me, Ron, and Hermione." She noticed he was looking at her in a strange way, or more exactly, not looking at her.
"Is that so?" he replied. "Interesting."
"Yes." she said wryly. "Very." She looked to the trio as a silence fell, and she realized with a pain this was her cue to leave. Harry, Ron, and Hermione would probably want to have a talk about any new Order buisness and what not. Her being the oh so loving sister that she was, took the hint.
"Well," she started, "I need to go help mum with lunch."
She left the room and Harry, Hermione and Ron were left to themselves.
A/N: Thanks for the review tennisplaya278!
Ginny heard a tapping at her window at the burrow and shuffled out of bed, who in Merlin's name would be owling her so late (or early for that matter?). She opened the window and fell back onto her bed with shock as she realized who the owl must be from: Harry. It was strange though, Hedwig barely popped in to drop the letter off before she flew back out. It was almost as if she didn't want to be away from home for very long.
She stretched awake and reached for the letter dropped onto the floor.
Ginny,
Thank you.
Harry
She scoffed. Really, that Harry Potter was quite a talker. She basically writes him a book and he replies with two words. Not only that but she opened herself to him, for the first time ever she had talked with him about her former crush, she was atleast expecting some sort of response from that. All that said, she was still glad to know that he was alive and well.
She lay the letter on her desk and looked to the opposite corner of the room where Hermione was still sleeping soundly through all the commotion. Hermione had been there for about a week now, it had given them some time to continue bonding, though Hermione's first priorities would always be Harry and Ron. She smirked, Ron, if only those two weren't so flatly stubborn they'd realize they were meant for eachother.
Quietly she exited the room and crept slowly down the stairs where she found the kitchen empty. She decided on making herself a cup of tea, even despite the summer heat. The passed summer, and year for that matter, had been....incredibly difficult. So much had happened to change so many things, she found it hard to keep track of it all. All she knew was that Harry clearly wasn't doing as well as he tried to make everyone think. Ron and Hermione knew that, but seeing as they were so close to him, so close to Sirius, they couldn't have an outsider's view on this.
"Outsider." she whispered as she rummaged around the kitchen.
The word had used to sting her. That was what she was when she was with the trio after all, and sometimes she resented Harry and Hermione for taking away her brother from her. Especially Hermione. But as time passed, she realized, maybe they needed him more than his own sister did.
"Gin?" she heard a voice whisper from behind her.
She grinned tiredly. "Ron, couldn't sleep either I presume?"
"You presumed correctly." he replied as he took a seat at the breakfast table.
She nodded towards the kettle on the stove. "I'm making tea...want some?"
He shrugged, she took that as a yes. After getting the water and such ready she took a seat across from Ron who had a distant look in his eyes.
"Something wrong?" she asked worried.
He looked down to his hands. "I had that dream again." he replied quietly. She kept silent, he had told her before. "Only this time...it changed. I still had the dream about the fight....I still saw Sirius fall through the veil...Only this time, Harry ran after him, and then Hermione did...and then you did."
Ginny stood from her seat and walked over to her brother. She embraced him in a hug, one of the few times they allowed their true bond to show through.
"It'll be okay Ron. Harry's coming to the burrow this friday and we'll all be together."
"I hope that's enough."
They heard the kettle whistle in the distance. "Me too." she replied.
Friday came sooner than they thought and now Ron, Hermione, and her were anxiously awaiting by the fireplace where Harry and Mr. Weasley would floo in at any moment.
"Honestly children, they'll be here any minute now, no need to worry!" Mrs. Weasley chimed at them reproachfully, although her excitement could be heard.
As if on cue, a burst of dust and a figure immerged from the fireplace with a loud crash. Harry Potter stood before them, dirt smudged, and with tired smile on his face.
Hermione rushed up to him first and embraced him in a bone-crushing hug. "Harry! Oh we've missed you!"
Ron chuckled in the background. "Glad you're here mate." Mrs. Weasley was quick to follow up with an equally crushing hug.
"Oh Harry! Look at you! You look ghastly! Have those muggles even been feeding you? We'll have an early lunch straight away!" she said and shuffled off to the kitchen.
Harry smiled. "I'm glad I'm here too. I got all your letters...sorry I didn't reply really. I was busy...you know."
Ginny stopped from rolling her eyes as Hermione and Ron cast eachother a knowing look. Harry had not been busy, they knew that. But they had also all agreed, all Weasleys included, to try to have the most normal remainder of the summer they could.
Harry looked around. "The house seems....quiet?"
"That's because it is." she said speaking for the first time. "Fred and George have rented a place to live right over there shop, they're in the process of moving there. So it's just been me, Ron, and Hermione." She noticed he was looking at her in a strange way, or more exactly, not looking at her.
"Is that so?" he replied. "Interesting."
"Yes." she said wryly. "Very." She looked to the trio as a silence fell, and she realized with a pain this was her cue to leave. Harry, Ron, and Hermione would probably want to have a talk about any new Order buisness and what not. Her being the oh so loving sister that she was, took the hint.
"Well," she started, "I need to go help mum with lunch."
She left the room and Harry, Hermione and Ron were left to themselves.