A/N – OH. MY. GOSH. How many times must I tell you? There will be a bloody happy ending – all right?! In fact, things start to look up in the very next chapter. You know how I adore fairy tale endings! I let you know, right here and right now, that every single little problem will be solved. Every. Single. One. How's that for happy ending?
Big thanks to Nessa and Emma for betaing (although the latter isn't with us for this chapter, which is my fault not hers)
And just quickly:
stargazerlois -Trust me darling, if there was a puppy, I would kill it too just to spite you. This isn't the only story out there like this hun, try reading more of them. Judging by reviews, not all people seem to think like you, thank goodness. Making up things to go bad? That's the whole point of a story - making up things. Unless it's factual story, which, I hate to break it you, this isn't. The first one was good, you said. What happened, you asked? Well, I became a more experienced writer, while you got stuck in the past.
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Ch 18 – Accidentally in Love
Dedication: ZagZig722 – hopefully this will soothe your anger towards those terrible, terrible cliffies lol.
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Last chapter:
The last thing she expected to see was her mother's plump form lying on the ground, still and unmoving. And her face, so deadly pale. The china lay in shards around her, all of the cups broken. Ginny gave an agonized cry and ran to her mother's side, the rest of the family following after hearing her shriek.
She waited for her mother to wake, to move, to do something. To show a sign of life.
But she didn't.
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What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love
Accidentally in love
Counting Crows – Accidentally in Love
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"Has she showed any signs of getting better yet?" Ginny asked Bill, who was standing in the fireplace of her cottage updating her with news of their mother.
"Nothing," Bill's face was emotionless and withdrawn, even his earring seemed to dangle less these days. "She just lays in bed, unable to move, barely able to speak."
"Didn't the Healers suggest anything at St Mungo's? Tell you what was wrong?" Ginny asked, agitated and upset.
"They have no clue Gin, no one does. They said it wouldn't do any good to keep her at Mungo's which is why she's back at the Burrow now."
Ginny paced up and down her living room, repeatedly banging into the coffee table with her knee and cursing. "I just don't understand what went wrong. . ." she looked at her brother. "She was fine Bill, absolutely fine," she whispered.
Bill hesitated. "Actually. . . she had been looking a bit ill these past couple of days."
Ginny waved her arm dismissively. "We've all been looking ill these last few days, hell, these past few weeks even,"
"Well these past few weeks haven't been easy," Bill began defensively.
"I didn't say there were, just that there has to be a reason. People don't just drop dead on the floor and then can barely speak afterwards. She didn't even regain consciousness until we transported her to St Mungo's!"
"Ginny. . ." Bill sighed, running his hand through his long hair.
Ginny's eyes softened. "I'm sorry. . . things are just stressing me out at the moment. You should go home to Fleur and Sabine Bill, they need you."
Bill pulled a face. "But Mum needs me more," he argued, trying to convince himself. Ginny could see all he wanted to do was sleep in his own bed and be with his family. At times like these she wished she had her own family like that, a husband and a kid to come home to every evening.
"Mum has a lot of other people to take care of her," Ginny said gently, coming over to stand in front of her brother. "But you haven't spent time with your family in ages."
Bill sighed. "I suppose you're right," he said, a little guiltily. Ginny gave a wry smile; Bill would never be able to help being the oldest sibling. As the oldest, he was the most responsible, as the most responsible, he felt he had a duty to always be there for everyone. Sometimes it was tough on him.
"Give my love to Fleur and Sabine," Ginny said giving her brother a loving pat on the shoulder. He stood up wearily, giving her a weak but tender smile.
"I will, Sabine is pretty anxious to see you," Bill said giving a half-hearted grin. Ginny smiled and nodded, waving as he disappeared with a crack.
And now I have the entire day at home, thanks to no job and no respect and pretty much no fiancée. Ginny flopped onto the couch, holding a pillow in her lap and beating it as hard as she could.
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"Hey stranger," said a teasing voice.
Colin looked up to see the fresh and happy face of Cath Banton smiling down at him, her hair in a messy bun that looked like it had been styled to look so elegantly untidy. He couldn't help but grin back her smile was so infectious.
"Hi, take a seat," he said, indicating at the empty chair in front of him. He was sitting at a small table in Diagon Alley, going through the pictures from St Mungo's.
"Thanks," Cath said, setting down her bags as she sat down with a satisfied sigh.
"You look very happy," Colin observed, still grinning at her.
Cath's smile widened, Colin noticed what a lovely honesty she had to her face. "It's such a beautiful day; I didn't want to waste it being unhappy."
Colin's grin faded noticeably. "It's a wonder you can be happy, with all this going on."
Cath's smile dimmed a little too. "I know," she said sombrely. "But it just gets so depressing being down all the time. . ." she gave him a wry look. Colin didn't answer, just nodded.
"Ooh, are those the photos you were taking at St Mungo's?" Cath asked excited, leaning over.
Colin blushed. "Uh… yeah… but they're not that good," he muttered.
Cath's eyes twinkled. "I bet they're amazing." She dragged her chair around and leant over Colin's shoulder, eyes locking on the photos. One of her brown curls tickled Colin's shoulder and he felt a small thrill at the touch. He shook himself, wondering why he cared.
Colin flipped slowly through the photos, a blank expression on his face masking secret pride. The pictures were good; there was no doubt about it.
"Merlin," Cath breathed eyes wide. "These are fantastic!" The admiration in her eyes was worth everything Colin thought, grinning back at her shyly.
"Woah." Cath had just come across the photo of the Weasley's all sleeping on the chairs in the waiting area of St Mungo's. There was a sad and grieving tone to the picture, something you couldn't quite see but you could feel. It was perfect. Colin handed her an envelope, looking pleased.
"What's this?"
"You said you wanted a copy of it," Colin said nodding at the photo of the Weasley's in Cath's hand. Cath eyes widened with pleasure and she reached over to hug Colin quickly.
"Thank-you so much!" she exclaimed.
"You're welcome," Colin said recovering from the unexpected but nice hug.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Cath pouring over the Weasley photo. She noticed Harry and Ginny in the photo and smiled.
"Poor Ginny," she said. "She's going through a lot right now."
"Why? Has she said?" Colin asked.
"Well, it's obvious," Cath pointed towards the photo, where Ginny slept with a tired and beaten expression on her face. "Just look at her, even in a photo its clear."
"Have you spoken to her?"
Cath looked regretful. "I've tried talking to her but she's become really distant lately, I can't get through to her."
"Tell me about it, she hates me now," Colin said.
"Why?" Cath asked, genuinely puzzled. "Aren't you good friends?"
"We were, for a good deal of time at Hogwarts and afterwards. In fact, this is only recent because," he stopped.
"Mmm?"
"It's kind of a tender subject," Colin said, wishing he hadn't said anything. He'd never told anyone about his troubles with Bree Warren.
"Colin, it's okay," Cath said. "You can trust me."
Colin looked at her. Why not? He needed to tell someone and get this off his chest.
"Well, okay," he said. He explained to Cath how he had know Bree since Hogwarts, he told her about the crush he had on her when he saw her again one day a year out of Hogwarts. He told her how he had fallen in love with Bree's beauty and her charm, how she had taken advantage of that and took his photos for her gossip magazine. He told her how Bree lied in her articles that he had said something that wasn't in fact true just to support her lying gossipy story but because he loved her he wouldn't tell anyone. He told her about how Bree had written something he had never said about Ginny and now Ginny hated him for something he hadn't said.
He told her how he would love to hate Bree and how he hated loving her.
"I see," Cath said after he had finished. Colin waited expectantly but she didn't say anything else.
"Well?"
Cath looked surprised. "I thought you just wanted someone to listen, to not interfere with bad advice and opinions."
"Yeah… but you give good advice," Colin said. "And opinions."
Cath smiled back at him, and her expression became thoughtful. "Colin, to tell the truth I don't think you're in love with Bree anymore. I think you just assume you still are so you don't try and fight for anything with her, you just submit to her because that's how it's always been. I'd think you'd be surprised at what would happen if you stood up to her and realised you don't love the little twat."
Colin chuckled, looking at her appreciatively. "I'm glad you got that out of your system," he teased.
"I'm serious though!" Cath said smiling despite herself. "You should go fall in love with someone who deserves you, someone who won't use you and will love you back."
Colin stared back at her, his easy smile covering serious feelings.
Someone a bit like you, he thought.
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Please be home. Ginny pleaded as she stepped out of Hermione and Ron's tiny fireplace.
"Hello?"
No answer.
Ginny shrugged and brushed herself off, assuming no one was home.
"Gin? Is that you?" Hermione appeared at the door, her hair was brushed nicely and she looked like she was about to go out. Ron stepped into the room beside her, also looking abnormally dressed up.
"Hey Gin," Ron said, grinning at her. Ginny could see his smile was strained though. Small wonder with everything happening.
"Hi Mione – Ron. I was just dropping by to see how everything was – obviously you're going out though." Ginny said.
"Oh, well," Hermione looked at Ron. Ginny wondered at how so many things could be said between them in one look; how she wished for someone she could communicate with silently. Obviously Ron and Hermione had truly worked things out, because they couldn't keep themselves from touching or looking at each other.
Ron was nodding at his wife. He turned to Ginny. "Come with us Gin, we're going out to lunch with Harry. We've barely had any time to catch up with him since he's been back 'cause of – things."
"Oh no," Ginny said hastily, stepping backwards. "You three should catch up then, don't let me interfere." She gave a small laugh.
"No, no," Hermione said, coming forward. "We'd love you to come, honestly."
"Are you sure?" Ginny said hopefully, it would be nice to have something to take her mind off everything. She didn't have to pretend around Harry, Ron and Hermione either. Besides, she was dressed enough for the occasion.
"Of course, come on," Hermione replied.
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Harry hadn't arrived yet when they reached the restaurant, so they took their seats.
Ron and Hermione were murmuring sweet nothings to each other, in their own world. Ginny stared blankly across the restaurant, eyes vacant. She too was in her own world. A world where she could escape, if only for a little while.
"Ginny? Ginny!"
"Hmm?" Ginny shook herself out of a reverie. Ron and Hermione were staring at her, eyebrows raised.
"I asked if there was any news on Mum?" Ron said.
"Oh – oh no, nothing. I talked to Bill this morning, nothing's changed," Ginny replied, watching Ron's face fall just a little.
"Shouldn't they move her to St Mungo's?" Hermione asked, her voice soft as she patted her husband's shoulder. Her careful eye could see just how much the Weasley family was being damaged as they hit the ground again and again and not just because she was a part of it now. Ginny was glad she seemed to have decided to get over her trouble with being unable to have children.
Ginny shook her head, face sombre. "The Healer we spoke to said there was nothing different that could be done there because they still wouldn't be able to figure out what's wrong. She said that Mum was best off at home, surrounded by family and familiarity."
Hermione nodded. Although Mrs Weasley wasn't her real mother, after so many years under her roof as a child and marrying her son, she might as well be. This was hurting her just as much as it was everyone else.
"Hey everyone," a cheerful voice said.
Ginny looked up to see Harry staring down at them all, a bottle of something in his hands.
"Hey mate," Ron had fixed a grin on his face. "What's the celebration for?" he asked, pointing at the bottle.
"Just something to have," Harry said offhandedly.
Harry set it down on the table and squeezed into the booth with Ginny. He smiled at her and nodded in greeting and Ginny felt her heart give the slightest of flutters.
Why won't you let me hate you? She asked him silently, losing herself in his eyes. He looked at her back for a second longer than necessary and then tore his gaze away to greet Ron and Hermione.
Get a grip on yourself Ginny. "Sorry to barge in on your lunch like this," she apologised to Harry. "But I couldn't resist the invitation."
"Oh, you're not barging in!" Harry protested. "I'm – we're happy to have you here." He kept smiling at her and she grinned up at him. Danger! Danger! Her mind was screaming to her heart, but her heart had tuned out and was focused on Harry's smile.
"Thanks," she whispered, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face.
"Ahem."
Ginny looked past Harry to see the waitress standing in front of their table, foot tapping. None of the four had noticed, so wrapped up had they been in their own private conversations.
Ron immediately snapped to attention. He began to order a vast number of different foods, ignoring Hermione's increasingly dropping jaw, Ginny's giggling and Harry's amusement.
"Ron," Hermione began in her 'this is ridiculous' tone after they had all ordered.
"Hermione," Ron answered, mocking her .
"You ordered more than enough yourself to feed all of us, is that really necessary?"
Ron didn't look up as he re-read the menu, scanning his eyes over it. "Just more of me to love, Mione," he joked. "And you too," he added more quietly.
Hermione sat back in her seat huffily, crossing her arms. Ron saw this out of the corner of his eye and looked up and chuckled.
"Hermione's convinced she's getting fatter for no reason. She's spending loads of time at the gym or wherever it is you women lose weight at but she declares it's only making her fatter. I don't think she looks any different."
"I am getting larger Ron," Hermione protested. Her cheeks were flaming; Hermione hated talking about personal things i.e. her body.
Ron looked across the table at Harry, a mocking grin on his face. "Does Hermione look 'larger' to you, Harry?"
Harry blushed and diverted his eyes away from the embarrassed brunette. He hated talking about personal things too. "Uh, no – you look – great Hermione," he said haltingly. Hermione shook her head but she looked pleased.
"Ginny?" Ron asked, the same mocking grin on his face as he glanced at his wife.
Ginny was ready to say no she didn't look larger when she looked properly at Hermione's stomach. It was larger. Barely noticeable unless you were really looking, like Ginny herself was doing. It was there though, a slight swelling in the stomach on Hermione's slender frame.
"Er – no you just look the same," Ginny said unconvincingly as she stared at Hermione's stomach with widening eyes.
"There, see Hermione? You're not fat. Friends never lie."
"Yeah," Harry put in.
"Yeah," Ginny echoed, still staring at her friend's stomach. Harry glanced at her oddly and elbowed her arm gently. Ginny snapped her head around to look at him.
"You're staring," he informed her.
"Oh am I?" she asked, feeling a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Harry turned serious. "How are you?" he whispered, glancing at Ron and Hermione who were wrapped in their own conversation.
Ginny shrugged. "Most days are shockers, but I have my good moments."
"You have some good moments?"
"Yeah, a lot of them seem to happen when I'm with you," she said timidly, not meeting his eyes. Harry chanced another look at Hermione and Ron before reaching his hand down on the seat to grasp hers. Ginny started but didn't remove her hand from his, it felt – nice. That act gave his answer to her statement.
"Is Bree leaving you alone?" he questioned after a second's silence.
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "No, not really. Why should she? I'm the biggest 'goss' at the moment." She pulled a face.
Harry squeezed her hand and looked down at her. "If you ever need me, I'm here."
"I know," Ginny whispered. Her eyes were feeling watery, from happiness or sadness she didn't know. Most likely a bit of both. She didn't deserve someone like this, a rock to keep her steady.
She felt someone's eyes on them and she looked over to see Hermione looking at them oddly, not a calculating look but as if she was figuring something out. Harry discreetly pulled his hand away from hers but Ginny could still feel Hermione's eyes on her even after the food had arrived.
They polished down the food in no time, Ron had no trouble finishing every last scrap of his many meals. Hermione didn't eat most of hers, complaining of an edgy stomach and swatting Ron on the head as he made a teasing comment on her weight again. She smiled as she smacked him though, but her eyes were following Ginny and Harry as the two got up. She was concerned.
"Hey Gin?" she called after the redhead.
"Yeah?" Ginny turned around. Diagon Alley was very full for a Thursday; obviously there was some sort of big even taking place somewhere.
"Come here with me, I need to buy some sweets for Nate and Sabine. Tell Ron and Harry they can wait for us in that silly Quidditch shop they're so fond of." Ginny nodded and gave a shout to the boys, telling them what Hermione had said. They nodded back and trailed into the Quidditch shop.
Ginny followed Hermione into the lolly shop, knowing the bushy-haired brunette didn't just want to buy chocolate frogs and what not.
"Do you suppose Sabine would like those?" Hermione asked Ginny, pointing a box of Witchetty Wands.
"Hermione don't make small talk, I know there's something you want to tell or ask me," Ginny said warily.
Hermione stopped leaning over all the sweets and turned to face Ginny. "All right, fine." She hesitated, brave look fading rapidly. Now she just looked nervous and apprehensive. "Is there anything – happening between you – you and Harry?" she asked quickly and all in one breath.
Ginny opened her mouth, ready to deny it. Ready to be strong and laugh off such a silly notion but she couldn't. She felt herself crumple and her body sway dangerously. "I don't know," she whispered as her eyes stung.
Hermione gave a sigh somewhat between sympathy and disbelief as she took the redhead into her arms and held her tightly. "Shhh, it'll be okay. I promise."
"No it won't, nothing can now," Ginny answered unsteadily, face buried in Hermione's arm. Hermione let her weep there and then in the store, unable to make herself say that everything would work out. Because she was beginning to doubt that everything would work out herself.
After Ginny had dried her eyes they went to find Harry and Ron, who were still ecstatically examining everything in the Quidditch store. Harry was telling Ron all about flying for a foreign Quidditch team and Ron was hanging onto his every word with barely contained jealousy.
"Speaking of Quidditch, when is the big game?" Hermione cut in, coming and standing by her husband.
Harry grinned wryly. "It should have happened by now, actually, but they had some trouble with Bulgaria's team and mascots, who were convinced they were supposed to be in the final."
Ron guffawed. "As if they could get into the finals," he snorted. "That team's fallen apart." Harry nodded his head empathetically and Ginny watched him, smile playing on her lips. Just looking at him made her happier; too bad there wasn't some sort of Harry Potter medicine.
"Ginny! Ron!" Ginny spun around to see Colin and Cath sitting at a table a little while away, smiling and waving at them. Ginny breathed out quickly, lovely, the last people on earth she wanted to see. Seeing Colin also reminded Ginny of Bree, who she hadn't heard from since the coffee shop incident where Ginny had slapped her. There hadn't even been any horrible, lying articles, although Ginny was still getting abusive letters from people. No doubt Bree was brewing some evil plan to get back at her at this very moment.
"I'm going to go see Mum now," Ginny said, wanting to avoid Colin and Cath.
"Aren't you going to come and see Colin and Catherine?" Ron asked surprised.
"I'd really like to see Mum."
Harry coughed. "I'll come with you," he said. Hermione shot him a sharp look and then turned to Ginny who saw the look.
"Thanks," Ginny said nodding. Ron shrugged in acceptance and ambled over with Hermione after saying goodbye to Harry and Ginny.
"Shall we go?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded again, mouth set in a tight, grim line.
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The Burrow was quiet when they arrived, the usual feeling of bustling and business were gone. It was as silent as a grave and no one greeted them as they stepped out of the fireplace and into the kitchen. Ginny went straight up the rickety staircase to her parent's bedroom, opening the door quietly and slipping inside. Harry waited outside the room, perched on the stair railing with an anxious look on his smooth boyish face.
Her mother was lying on the bed when she entered the room and her father was sitting on the chair next to the bed holding Mrs Weasley's pale limp hand. Light from the window stretched across the bed, making it seem like a dream. If only it were a dream, Ginny wished.
A Healer was also in the room, holding a clipboard and making notes with her wand. Her worn and lined face was grim as she watched her wand write things down.
"Ginny."
Her father lifted his head from where it had been lying and something like relief flitted across his face. She walked over and held Mr Weasley in a hug, resting her chin on his balding patch.
"Dad," she said, loving him so much. "Is there any news?"
"None," Mr Weasley said. He looked so forlorn and old sitting in the chair, so lost, Ginny's heart went out to him. "I suppose you want some time alone with your mother, maybe she'll answer."
"Maybe," Ginny said knowing her mother wouldn't reply. She took the seat Mr Weasley vacated and heard the door shut quietly as her father left the room. She took her mother's hand in her own, not knowing what to say or do.
"She can hear you, she just can't reply," the Healer said, giving Ginny a pitying look.
"Why not?" Ginny whispered.
"We don't know." The Healer was troubled, she could tell that much. "We've tried everything, this is like nothing we've ever dealt with."
"So there's nothing you can do?"
"Perhaps – if we knew what had caused it but we know nothing. She just fainted dead on the floor."
"I know, I was there," said Ginny. The Healer nodded and continued writing on her sheet of paper. Presently she tucked it into her robe and turned to face Ginny.
"I'll be back tomorrow to check up on her, just come instantly to St Mungo's if anything gets worse or changes, ask for Healer Gardia."
"Okay, thanks." Ginny managed a weak smile before the Healer Disapparated.
Ginny looked back down at her mother, sleeping not so peacefully on the bed. Well, she probably wasn't sleeping but she may as well be. Her skin was white and there more lines on it than Ginny remembered, the infamous red hair had too many greys to be called red anymore but she was still Molly Weasley. Her mother was oblivious to everything around her, she looked devoid of any life and the rise of her chest was so slight it was almost as if she wasn't breathing.
"Hey Mum, I don't know if you can hear me but I want to know how much we love and need you. You're the backbone of this family and – and we aren't a family without you tying us all together so – so please come back. Please." The last word was filled with sadness and a note of begging.
"We'll find out what happened and make you better, no matter how hard is or how long it takes. I need to talk to you, to get your advice on -" It was too much to take and Ginny felt herself crumple and lay her head down on the bed, arms resting on Mrs Weasley's stomach. She let herself fall apart and break to pieces, she was a natural at it now.
The door opened again and Ginny fell silent, but her body was still shuddering. Her mother hadn't even moved an inch, still sleeping on the bed. Footsteps walked across the room and cool hands were holding and stroking her head.
"I heard you crying," Harry said. Ginny didn't answer so he came around so he was facing her. She was forced to open her eyes and look at him.
"So?"
"So, I know this is killing you more than it should and that – that,"
Just go, do it. The voice inside her head said. For once, she listened to the voice without arguing. Her arms went around Harry's neck in a split second and it was natural for him to move closer and hold her tighter. She closed her eyes, feeling her wet lashes against each other.
Harry picked her up with never a by-your-leave and carried her like a baby and she didn't protest, she didn't have the willpower or the energy to.
"I'm taking you home," he said. She just buried her face closer into his neck after taking once last look at Mrs Weasley on the bed. I love you, Mum.
There was no one to say goodbye to at the Burrow, Mr Weasley had disappeared and Ginny didn't want to disturb him. Besides, he would have wanted to ask questions at Harry carrying her in his arms despite everything going on.
When they reached her cottage, Harry laid her down on the couch and covered her with a blanket. She looked up at him as he stood up and, in that split second, she knew.
It was as clear as day or night, simple as the rising sun. She'd gone and fallen in love with him again, purely by accident. The worst possible thing to happen.
"I'm sorry I always seem to be wallowing in my trials," she said trying to make the air around them friendlier.
"Can't we make trials lighter for you?" Harry asked, his voice a soft whisper. Ginny swallowed, nervous. She looked up at him, upside down from where she was lying down on the couch. His voice was so very kind and she knew what the eyes were silently saying. He leant closer and her breathing increased.
The way he was staring at her it… oh Merlin… it was… "Please don't look at me like that," she begged.
Then, in that split second, their lips touched. It was a chaste, melting kiss. But it was wanting, he was wanting, and Ginny found that she was too. The sensation of kissing someone upside down was amazing, yet it felt so right with Harry. She clung to him and he held her face, kissing her deeply as they touched and tasted each other. She whimpered softly and he held her tighter.
And then he was gone, a whisper that left her lying there wondering if it was somehow a dream.
Harry had done everything but make trials lighter for her, he had added so much more.
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Winter Distortion – glad you're back. Don't worry, like I say in my A/N, every single little problem shall be solved to complete the happy ending.
GiGiFanFic – Wow, thanks. Coming from someone so wise in this sort of thing, that means a lot. You've brought a blush to my cheeks. I think it's one of the most powerful things a writer can do; make a reader "live" the fic – as you say – so much they can feel that much emotion. Thankyou!
Sarah Noisette – lol glad you like that song. Don't you worry, Bree gets her just deserts – and it is a very amusing scene I must admit. Surprisingly, I got 98 in my French exam, guess this year of hard work and good teacher paid off lol. Mm, nothing spectacular on the bf side of life. A cute guy here and there but no fireworks lol. I want fireworks! Talk soon on msn…
Ally – Louise makes her first appearance in an early 20's chapter. I just finished writing it then.
Deer boy – how's that paper coming along? Hopefully good… Ohh, it must be so heartbreaking seeing those animals die sometimes. If my baby (Labrador puppy – I call her my baby) died that young I would be devastated. Would you feel better if I told you we get our first sample of good news in the next chapter? Lol my life is pretty average atm, just going into a ten-week holiday. Whoopee!
Notdapunkprincess – Exams went well actually, thanks for asking. 98 in French! Hurrah! Now keep reminding me about Lava Bubbles okay?
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Xiaoxiao – Originally, it was my plan for Harry to give them a loan. However, as I actually began writing, I discovered a much better way for the Weasley's to get the Burrow back.
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ZagZig722 – You know how much I love cliffhangers! And you better get used to them, there's going to be quite a lot from now on.
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Okay, so, would you be at least slightly mollified if I told you that we see the first bit of good news in the next chapter? It's pretty big, too, but it's only the beginning for all the good news to start happening. Then again, the worst hasn't happened yet either. Eep.
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