Words To Live By, Words To Love By!
By: Jollie_Rancher
Chapter 1: Ginny's Forgotten Guest
Ginny woke up that morning and rolled over throwing the blankets over her head to block the sunlight streaming through her window. She knew there was some reason she had wanted to get up early but she couldn't remember for the life of her what it was. All she knew was that she didn't want to wake up after all it was summer. She would have fallen asleep again but there were voices filtering up from the kitchen and she could smell the delicious breakfast her mum had prepared. Throwing off the covers Ginny swung her feet to the floor and got dressed.
Harry had arrived at the Burrow early that morning since Mr. Weasley thought it best if he got Harry before he went to work. This seemed to suit everyone. The Dursley's would not have to worry about the neighbors seeing their strange company and Harry would not have to spend the day in torment waiting to be picked up. When he got to the Burrow only Ron and Mrs. Weasley had been up to welcome him, which suited him fine. The conversation picked up as the others woke up and came down to say hi.
"Harry dear, would you like some more to drink?" Mrs. Weasley fussed.
"No ma'am, I'm fine." Harry insisted for the third time.
"Leave him be mum." George said entering the room with Fred right behind him.
"Yeah mum, why don't you try spoiling us for a change." Fred said helping himself to the food piled all over the table.
"You? Ha! If you two were any more spoiled I wouldn't be able to put up with you." Mrs. Weasley said, a smile on her face.
"So Harry, you want to play some Quiddich later?" Ron asked between bites.
"You bet! I've been itching to play since I go my broom back a few weeks ago." Harry responded excitedly.
"Great! I bet the Dursley's weren't to happy about it though." Ron said.
"Are you kidding? When that owl dropped it off in broad daylight my Aunt Petunia screamed and nearly fainted, and Uncle Vernon turned so red I thought his head would explode. If that wasn't enough Dudley was huddled in a corner trembling so bad you could feel the foundation of the house shaking." Harry finished in a fit of laughter and was joined by every one around. It was the first time he had laughed since Sirius died. But here among the only people who had really been family to him and who didn't blame him for what had happened he was able, at least for the moment, to take his mind off of it.
Ginny came down stairs to find everyone sitting around laughing, even Harry, which had become a rare sight these days. Harry suddenly looked up and their eyes met. His smile broadened slightly.
"Good morning Ginny, how have you been?" He asked and everyone turned to look at the latest arrival.
"I've been okay. How about you?" Her smile faltered a little as cloud passed over Harry face causing his features to darken in grief and pain for a moment. Everyone became silent. Most of them had been there that night at the Ministry and they knew Harry was having a hard time dealing with it especially since he had to go back to the Dursley's so soon after wards.
"Glad to be among friends." He said quietly and then changed the topic to a lighter subject. "Speaking of which, when will Hermione be getting here?"
"Later on today." Ginny answered as she sat down and started to fix her plate. Breakfast was pleasant but Harry became quieter and every one knew he was thinking about Sirius.
Harry was still blaming himself for Cedric and Sirius' deaths and now that he knew about the prophecy he was starting to blame himself for his parents' deaths. 'No!' he told himself firmly 'It's not my fault! I may have made mistakes but Voldomort is the one responsible he planned it from the beginning it could have happened even if I hadn't messed up.'
Harry was trying hard to stop blaming himself but it was hard. Harry knew he was fighting for justice but blaming Voldomort could lead to a desire for revenge. He had seen what that could do to a person and wanted no part of it. He also knew what blaming himself could do because that is what he had done all last year with Cedric's death. He had been moody and short with his friends and it had even had a role in his being banished from Quiddich.
This internal struggle of who to blame himself or Voldomort and what he was fighting for justice or revenge was tearing him apart. He wanted to talk to someone but didn't know what to say or who could even understand what he was dealing with. He also worried about if he would be able to kill Voldomort or if he would chicken out and let every one down. It was more than any 16-year-old, wizard or muggle, should have to deal with. But he pushed these thoughts aside determined to enjoy this time with those he had come to love like family.
"So," Ginny said trying to lighten the mood, "I hear the ministry lifted your Quiddich ban. You are going to try out for the team again aren't you, Harry?"
"Of course I am. In fact we were just discussing playing a little after breakfast. You want to join us?" Harry asked.
"You bet!" Ginny said and practically inhaled the rest of her breakfast.
After every one was finished and they had promised Mrs. Weasley that they would be extra careful they headed for the field not far from the Burrow. The game would be informal, as they didn't have enough people to make even one whole team. Harry would be seeker and Ron would be keeper, of course. George volunteered to play chaser with Ginny leaving Fred to be the only beater.
As Harry pushed off the ground he felt as if all his cares and worries had stayed on the ground and could not get him up here. Informal though the game was, a bit of a competition arose between Ginny and George as they tried to see who could score the most times against Ron, who was determined to see that neither of them scored at all.
By the time they came back down to the ground Ginny had scored 10 goals to George's 6, Harry had caught the snitch twice, Fred had managed to keep everyone on their brooms, and Ron had made several spectacular saves. They were all a little exhausted from the effort they had put into the game.
"I hope Mum's got something good ready for lunch." Fred said as his stomach began to make funny noises.
"Yeah, I'm about starved." George agreed clutching his stomach.
"You two are always hungry." Ginny giggled delightfully. "Hey look, isn't that Hermione's parent's car coming down the road?"
"Yeah, it is! Come on lets see if we can catch them before they get into the house!" Ron said taking off.
"Wait up! I'm coming too." Harry said following Ron.
"Hey, I'm the one who spotted them!" Ginny called as she raced to catch up with Ron and Harry. It was the twins, however, who got there first.
"We win!" George called playfully at the three.
"What took ya?" Fred asked as they got there all of them breathing hard.
"That's cheating!" Ron said indignantly. "The rest of us aren't allowed to apparate yet."
"Well you can't blame that on us." Fred responded.
"Yeah, we didn't make that rule." George said with mock innocence.
"Oh, for heavens sake what are you fighting about?" Hermione asked getting out of the car.
"We were racing to meet you and they cheated by...Wow." Ron turned to face her as he pleaded his case. When he caught sight of her as he turned around the entire argument lost it's significance. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of jean shorts which showed off the tan she had acquired over the summer and the fact that she was blossoming as a young woman. Her hair was hanging in double braids behind her ears.
"What?" Hermione said worriedly as she blushed. Ron finally realized he was staring and looked away blushing as well.
"Hermione, you look great! Oh my gosh, I love your hair like that and your outfit, don't get me started!" Ginny gushed spinning Hermione around to get a better look at her friend causing her blush to deepen.
"She's right Hermione, you look good." Harry agreed. Hermione smiled at the compliment and then turned back to Ron.
"Yeah, you look nice." Ron said shoving his hands into his pockets and casually looking up at the sun. "It's getting late we should go in mum probably has lunch on the table." Ginny saw Hermione's smile falter as they all headed inside. Ginny could empathize, she had been there.
As lunch went on Ron started acting like himself again and it wasn't long before him and Hermione were fighting yet again. The argument lasted most of the afternoon though no one else knew what had even started it. When dinner was over Hermione's parents said there good byes and left. The rest of the evening was spent quietly working on last minuet homework. There were only minor disputes between Ron and Hermione which brought laughter from Harry and Ginny. Around 11 o'clock Mrs. Weasley shooed everyone to there respective beds.
Chapter 1: Ginny's Forgotten Guest
Ginny woke up that morning and rolled over throwing the blankets over her head to block the sunlight streaming through her window. She knew there was some reason she had wanted to get up early but she couldn't remember for the life of her what it was. All she knew was that she didn't want to wake up after all it was summer. She would have fallen asleep again but there were voices filtering up from the kitchen and she could smell the delicious breakfast her mum had prepared. Throwing off the covers Ginny swung her feet to the floor and got dressed.
Harry had arrived at the Burrow early that morning since Mr. Weasley thought it best if he got Harry before he went to work. This seemed to suit everyone. The Dursley's would not have to worry about the neighbors seeing their strange company and Harry would not have to spend the day in torment waiting to be picked up. When he got to the Burrow only Ron and Mrs. Weasley had been up to welcome him, which suited him fine. The conversation picked up as the others woke up and came down to say hi.
"Harry dear, would you like some more to drink?" Mrs. Weasley fussed.
"No ma'am, I'm fine." Harry insisted for the third time.
"Leave him be mum." George said entering the room with Fred right behind him.
"Yeah mum, why don't you try spoiling us for a change." Fred said helping himself to the food piled all over the table.
"You? Ha! If you two were any more spoiled I wouldn't be able to put up with you." Mrs. Weasley said, a smile on her face.
"So Harry, you want to play some Quiddich later?" Ron asked between bites.
"You bet! I've been itching to play since I go my broom back a few weeks ago." Harry responded excitedly.
"Great! I bet the Dursley's weren't to happy about it though." Ron said.
"Are you kidding? When that owl dropped it off in broad daylight my Aunt Petunia screamed and nearly fainted, and Uncle Vernon turned so red I thought his head would explode. If that wasn't enough Dudley was huddled in a corner trembling so bad you could feel the foundation of the house shaking." Harry finished in a fit of laughter and was joined by every one around. It was the first time he had laughed since Sirius died. But here among the only people who had really been family to him and who didn't blame him for what had happened he was able, at least for the moment, to take his mind off of it.
Ginny came down stairs to find everyone sitting around laughing, even Harry, which had become a rare sight these days. Harry suddenly looked up and their eyes met. His smile broadened slightly.
"Good morning Ginny, how have you been?" He asked and everyone turned to look at the latest arrival.
"I've been okay. How about you?" Her smile faltered a little as cloud passed over Harry face causing his features to darken in grief and pain for a moment. Everyone became silent. Most of them had been there that night at the Ministry and they knew Harry was having a hard time dealing with it especially since he had to go back to the Dursley's so soon after wards.
"Glad to be among friends." He said quietly and then changed the topic to a lighter subject. "Speaking of which, when will Hermione be getting here?"
"Later on today." Ginny answered as she sat down and started to fix her plate. Breakfast was pleasant but Harry became quieter and every one knew he was thinking about Sirius.
Harry was still blaming himself for Cedric and Sirius' deaths and now that he knew about the prophecy he was starting to blame himself for his parents' deaths. 'No!' he told himself firmly 'It's not my fault! I may have made mistakes but Voldomort is the one responsible he planned it from the beginning it could have happened even if I hadn't messed up.'
Harry was trying hard to stop blaming himself but it was hard. Harry knew he was fighting for justice but blaming Voldomort could lead to a desire for revenge. He had seen what that could do to a person and wanted no part of it. He also knew what blaming himself could do because that is what he had done all last year with Cedric's death. He had been moody and short with his friends and it had even had a role in his being banished from Quiddich.
This internal struggle of who to blame himself or Voldomort and what he was fighting for justice or revenge was tearing him apart. He wanted to talk to someone but didn't know what to say or who could even understand what he was dealing with. He also worried about if he would be able to kill Voldomort or if he would chicken out and let every one down. It was more than any 16-year-old, wizard or muggle, should have to deal with. But he pushed these thoughts aside determined to enjoy this time with those he had come to love like family.
"So," Ginny said trying to lighten the mood, "I hear the ministry lifted your Quiddich ban. You are going to try out for the team again aren't you, Harry?"
"Of course I am. In fact we were just discussing playing a little after breakfast. You want to join us?" Harry asked.
"You bet!" Ginny said and practically inhaled the rest of her breakfast.
After every one was finished and they had promised Mrs. Weasley that they would be extra careful they headed for the field not far from the Burrow. The game would be informal, as they didn't have enough people to make even one whole team. Harry would be seeker and Ron would be keeper, of course. George volunteered to play chaser with Ginny leaving Fred to be the only beater.
As Harry pushed off the ground he felt as if all his cares and worries had stayed on the ground and could not get him up here. Informal though the game was, a bit of a competition arose between Ginny and George as they tried to see who could score the most times against Ron, who was determined to see that neither of them scored at all.
By the time they came back down to the ground Ginny had scored 10 goals to George's 6, Harry had caught the snitch twice, Fred had managed to keep everyone on their brooms, and Ron had made several spectacular saves. They were all a little exhausted from the effort they had put into the game.
"I hope Mum's got something good ready for lunch." Fred said as his stomach began to make funny noises.
"Yeah, I'm about starved." George agreed clutching his stomach.
"You two are always hungry." Ginny giggled delightfully. "Hey look, isn't that Hermione's parent's car coming down the road?"
"Yeah, it is! Come on lets see if we can catch them before they get into the house!" Ron said taking off.
"Wait up! I'm coming too." Harry said following Ron.
"Hey, I'm the one who spotted them!" Ginny called as she raced to catch up with Ron and Harry. It was the twins, however, who got there first.
"We win!" George called playfully at the three.
"What took ya?" Fred asked as they got there all of them breathing hard.
"That's cheating!" Ron said indignantly. "The rest of us aren't allowed to apparate yet."
"Well you can't blame that on us." Fred responded.
"Yeah, we didn't make that rule." George said with mock innocence.
"Oh, for heavens sake what are you fighting about?" Hermione asked getting out of the car.
"We were racing to meet you and they cheated by...Wow." Ron turned to face her as he pleaded his case. When he caught sight of her as he turned around the entire argument lost it's significance. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of jean shorts which showed off the tan she had acquired over the summer and the fact that she was blossoming as a young woman. Her hair was hanging in double braids behind her ears.
"What?" Hermione said worriedly as she blushed. Ron finally realized he was staring and looked away blushing as well.
"Hermione, you look great! Oh my gosh, I love your hair like that and your outfit, don't get me started!" Ginny gushed spinning Hermione around to get a better look at her friend causing her blush to deepen.
"She's right Hermione, you look good." Harry agreed. Hermione smiled at the compliment and then turned back to Ron.
"Yeah, you look nice." Ron said shoving his hands into his pockets and casually looking up at the sun. "It's getting late we should go in mum probably has lunch on the table." Ginny saw Hermione's smile falter as they all headed inside. Ginny could empathize, she had been there.
As lunch went on Ron started acting like himself again and it wasn't long before him and Hermione were fighting yet again. The argument lasted most of the afternoon though no one else knew what had even started it. When dinner was over Hermione's parents said there good byes and left. The rest of the evening was spent quietly working on last minuet homework. There were only minor disputes between Ron and Hermione which brought laughter from Harry and Ginny. Around 11 o'clock Mrs. Weasley shooed everyone to there respective beds.