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Chapter fourteen: Unexpected guests

"Look out what you're doing! Those eggshells are not supposed to be in the batter." Mrs. Weasley scolded Bill.

Her son looked at her and mumbled.

"Fine. I'll go somewhere else then..." and he left his mother alone in the kitchen.

"Why I never." She muttered.

She continued to kneed the batter when Ginny stormed through the kitchen.

"Ginny! Be a dear and help me."

It was only after she had said this that she noticed her daughter had red puffy eyes.

"Oh, what's wrong dear?"

"Nothing." The girl lied, sniffing her nose. "It's just that...I can't talk to anyone about it...no one understands. But...it's been three weeks since that letter...and he still cries his guts out and he-"

Her voice broke and she started to cry.

"There there...sit down, have some tea and tell me." Her mother said softly.

Ginny obediantly sat down at the kitchen table and took a few sips of tea before she spoke again.

"It's like that feeling never went away. And he never took it seriously."

A hiccup.

"And then...he was dating her and they were happy and she was my best friend and I– I couldn't be jealous or mean. She was the only one who really understood. But I never told her. And now...the feeling is still here...and he doesn't know...and I feel guilty and disgusted that I still– especially now that she's gone. She's only been...she's only been dead for three weeks and already I try to take her place. That's what the others will think. I can't tell anyone! They'd hate me...I hate myself..." she wailed.

Mrs. Weasley sipped her tea. "Oh dear. Sweetheart, that's okay. No one can be angry at you for the way you feel. But...Harry has had a devastating blow to his heart. He's broken, because the girl he loved died. You can't expect him to forget about her and move on. These things take time."

"I know mum. I know that. And it's not as if I'm going to throw myself at him...it's just that...I know I can't speak about it, especially to him, but it's the not saying it that hurts me most."

She took the tissue her mother offered her and dried her tears. Her mother gave her a tight hug.

"Thanks mum."

"I'm glad you told me sweety. It's better to have someone to tell your secrets than to keep it all inside."

Ginny smiled thankfully.

"...do you still want me to help you with the cooking?" she said.

Her mother smiled encouragingly. "That would be awfully sweet of you."

"So then you take this thing here...and then you put it in with that stuff aaaand...voila!"

George proudly picked up a small green pebble. Bill didn't seem impressed.

"So...what does it do?"

Fred looked hurt. "'What does it do?' 'What does it do?' Why this is one of our brand new inventions!" he said, taking it from George's hands.

"Tell him, my brother." He said dramatically.

George cleared his throat. "This little pebble, when brought in contact with a liquid substance, will errupt, and with that explosion, the most diverse range of fire works will be displayed. Depending on which substance it touches, different fire works are emitted. It's tiny, easy to carry with you, easy to light...it's perfect!" George grinned enthousiastically.

"And..." his brother added. "Sometimes stinky gasses are released as well. Just imagine the fun you can have during potions class."

A dreamy expression appeared on the twins' faces. Bill grinned. Those two...always in for trouble.

They looked up as they heard a fierce knocking on the front door. And again. Curiously they made their way downstairs. Then they heard a scream.

They ran down the stairs as fast as they could. Ginny had clasped herself to her mother and was looking at the door, scared. Her mother's eyes were full of fright.

In the door opening were two figures, one leaning on the other. Both dirty, bruised and bleeding. They took one trembling step forward.

"Oh my god..."

I had a real nice day today...doing NOTHING AT ALL MUAHAHAHAHA. Ah, the sweet reality of a holiday. I spent the entire day playing Final Fantasy 10. I finally beat Seymore up in the mountains...now I'm stuck fighting Yunalesca...she's one tough cookie! Anyway...er...yes, the update. Hope you liked it! And of course it's obvious who are at the door...but I though this was a nice little ending for this chapter.

Dark Angels: They're both so sad aren't they, Ron and Harry. Ah, and so is Ginny. The poor girl is head over heels and Harry just can'r forget Hermione...how tragic...I'm evil aren't I? For writing stuff like this? Oh wel...

Shadowrayne: Do YOU think she is dead? Or have you changed your mind . I'm glad the sad part worked in that chapter.

Kitimat-born: Something drastic...? Hmm...don't know really...not yet ;) hehe

Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: yay! I'm glad you like it so much!

Hd4ever: you read it twice? Ah, that's so sweet of you!!! And don't worry, your secret is safe with me

ACK!!!!!!!!!! I've got my karate exam tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!! NERVEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay, relax, deep breaths...right, I'm fine now... Right, hope to see you all at the next chapter, baibai!
- Raven55