"Dude, this is your house?" I asked Ron and Ginny as the three of us plus Harry walked into the living room of the Burrow.
"Uh, well, you see…" Ron trailed off. "If you don't like it…"
"When she starts a sentence with 'Dude', it means it's good." Harry said.
"You like it?" Ron asked.
"It's friggin' awesome! Much cooler than double A's house." I said.
"Who's double A?" Ginny asked.
"Her aunt; Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked.
"The squib? She's your aunt?" Ron asked turning to me.
"Well, technically, she's Sara's mom's aunt, but hey, since Sar-a-rino and I are related…" I trailed off as a woman came into the room. I was guessing it was…
"Hi, Mum." Ron and Ginny said simultaneously.
"What are you doing home this early?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.
"We were expelled Mum… for killing Malfoy." Ginny said.
"Make that come true and you're dead." I said. "At the rate things are keeping up, I'm gonna be a Maid Of Honour soon." Mrs. Weasley snapped around to look at me.
"And you must be Liz… Is it okay if I call you Jamie, because…"
"It doesn't matter. Heck, you could call me 'Stupid-face' and I wouldn't care." I cut her off.
"Or notice." Harry tried to hide behind my back with a cough.
"Okay, for that, I'm not talking to you for a week." I said.
"Err, we can still make out, right?" He asked.
"If you don't say anything." I said.
"Hah, you just talked to me." Harry said.
"Well, that's usually what do, Harry. At about 9-11 months old a baby learns words and…"
"Okay, Miss 'Weak Attempt At Sarcasm'." Harry said. I rolled my eyes, turned around, and whacked him upside the head. "Ow." He mouthed, rubbing the spot where I hit him. I smirked.
"Did you take smirking lessons from Ferret, Lizard? 'Cause it looks like you did." One of the two twins (There are two of them? I never knew! Sorry.) spoke.
"No, but I'm going to be nice to you guys and say 'Happy belated birthday'." I said, adding my air quotes in, too. I turned to Ginny. "Chick, where can I put my stuff?"
"My room. Get your mind out of the gutter, Ronald!" She snapped before Ron could say anything. He muttered a few colourful words, and walked into the kitchen.
It was that night. The Weasleys (And Harry) were having dinner, but I didn't feel hungry. I was staring into the fire, wishing the flames would swallow me up like Amy Lee's screams swallowed her up. But that would never happen, seeing as how I'm not screaming nor singing, and I don't know Amy Lee. That, and I had used a metaphor. Oh, well.
"Hey," A voice shook me out of my Evanescence-induced thoughts. It was Harry.
"Hi." I said, attempting a smile. It didn't work.
"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting down next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Just swallowed up in the sound of my screaming." I said.
"Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights? It scares me that I know that." Harry said. I could hear him grinning.
"Life sucks." I said.
"Liz, we all know that." He said.
"War. Huh." I said.
"That song was right. What is it good for?" Harry asked.
"Freedom of the muggleborns." I said.
"You included?" Harry asked. I nodded still resting on his shoulder. "That's a good thing to know. When I'm fighting for my life, fighting to kill Voldemort, I'll be fighting for you."
"And Hermione, and Sara." I said.
"I thought Maci was a Half-Blood?" Harry asked.
"Her mom's a witch. Was a witch." There was silence after I said that. "It's so hard to forget sometimes, and other times it's hard to remember."
"Yeah." He said.
"You do know that this is when it gets real, right? All this time, Voldy's been giving you a taste of what's to come." I said. "The last fight is going to be hard, and painful. People that have been fighting with us all of this time are going to die. It's too much to bear sometimes. Knowing that anyone could die- even us, if we're not careful." He was silent for a really long time.
"I hope you know I'll be there till the end, right? By your side through it all. I would never let you fight alone. I love you too damn much to let it happen." He took a shaky breath.
"I know. I would never let you go anywhere without me." I said. He snorted. "What, I'm serious. No, I take that back. I'm not."
"Huh?" He sounded panicky for a moment. "What do you mean? You- you're not gonna leave me alone are you?"
"No, I'm just saying. Urgh, I'm-not-Sirius." I said. He caught on and laughed.
"I'm glad you're not, because all this time I was making out with my godfather? That is a scary mental picture." I laughed.
"If I knew what Sirius looked like, I would be afraid, too." I said.
"Still, I'm gonna be there." He said after our funniness was over. "And I want you to be there, also. Look, I know we're sixteen and stupid, but this-us, feels right. And it probably will forever."
"Are you proposing?" I asked.
"Well, not officially- like with a ring and everything- but if you want it to be me proposing, then yes." He said. I stared shocked. "Are you going to answer, or are you waiting till I get a ring?"
"I-um-duh!" I said.
"Duh as in, 'You stupid moron, of course it's yes!' or duh as in, 'Duh, I'm waiting for a ring.' or neither?" He asked.
"The first one." I said. We looked into each other's eyes.
"So, we're actually unofficially engaged? We know we're going to get married someday?" He asked.
"I believe that is correct!" I said, and then smiled.
"If you want a ring…"
"I DON'T NEED A FRICKIN' RING!" I yelled. He jumped a bit, and everybody stopped talking in the kitchen.
"Oh, wow." Harry said.
"Can we tell people?" I asked.
"Then you'd need a ring to clarify it." Harry said nodding.
"Fine. If you want me to have a damn ring, THEN YOU CAN GIVE ME A DAMN RING!" I shouted.
"Gimmie a second." He ran upstairs. A few minutes later, he came back down.
"You had a ring?" I asked.
"Remus gave it to me. He said it was in his possession for quite some time. He said it was my mums." He spoke. It was then that I realized this was real. Tears filled in my eyes as he did it the traditional way, getting down on one knee.
"Wow…" I said, smiling.
"It won't be tomorrow, it won't be in a year, but Jamie Elizabeth, will you marry me?"
"Oh, God." I said as, me being me, I started to cry. "Yes."
"This is real." Harry said, putting the ring on my finger. "Remus said that, um, it would magically resize, so if it's too big or too small, it will fit… now."
"Wow." I said. He pulled himself up to his full height and looked into my eyes.
"This school year has been freaky." He said nodding. He smiled as a chuckle escaped his throat. "But I love you."
"Well, I love you too." I said.
"Shall we go tell everyone?" He asked.
"Yep, guess we have to." I said. We walked into the kitchen, where everyone looked up.
"What was all the yelling about?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Well, get ready, cause we're planning a wedding." I said smiling.
"Who's getting… OH BLOODY HELL, IT'S ABOUT TIME!" Ron shouted, pulling himself up.
"Ron, don't yell and watch your language. What's going on, Jamie dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked. I couldn't answer her because Ron chose that moment to try and kill me.
"Ron, she can't breathe!" Harry said, which made Ron let go of me instantly.
"You guys are really…"
"We, if we weren't, then why would she say we're planning a wedding?" Harry asked.
"I'm confused!" Ginny proclaimed. Ron laughed.
"Hello, family!" Ron said, turning to his parents and siblings. "Isn't it obvious? Harry and Liz are…"
"OH, I WIN! I GOT IT! CONGRATULATIONS, YOU TWO!" Ginny shouted. Soon everyone was hugging us and stuff.
"Do you have a ring?" Ginny asked that night. I rolled my eyes and showed the ring to her. "Wow… Liz, you've got to be the luckiest witch in the world."
"Hmm, maybe I'm the luckiest bitch in the world, too. Random thought. Doesn't mean anything." I said.
"Wow." Ginny said again.
"And if Voldemort kills Harry, then I'd be like a widow." I said.
"Congratulations, Liz. Things are definitely looking up for the Order and the DA." Ginny said.
"Thanks, Gin." I said. "Goodnight, Ginny." I said after she had rambled on again. I did feel like the luckiest bitch-err, witch- in the world.