Hey...soooooo anytime anyone feels like commenting just go right ahead. really i have noooooooo problem with it. oh and if i messed any words up to these songs im sorry but i really suck at actually understanding singers. just pretend thats what they said and im sure we'll all get along just peachy. happy trails to u then!


Mary belongs to the words of a song

I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her

But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore

Why did I say all those things before I was sure?

She is the one

But I have a purpose

She is the one

And I have to fight this

She is the one

The villain I can't knock down

I see your face with every punch I take

And every bone I break

It's all for you

And my worst pains are words I cannot say

Still I will always fight on for you

Mary's alive in the bright New York sky

The city lights shine for her

Above them I cry for her

Everything's small on the ground below, down below

What if I fall then where would I go, would she know?

Gifts and Curses—Yellowcard

Chapter 5 A Brief Return to Normalcy

As the weeks passed, the Weasley's began the slow return to life as they had once known it. It was Harry, however, who noticed as he cleared the table one day, that it was August 31st, the day before their return to Hogwarts.

They used Floo Powder to get to Diagon Alley, seeing as Ginny wasn't of age and couldn't Apparate yet. As the three teens made their way through the crowded streets (Bill had stayed home to tidy up the Burrow before everyone left) a familiar drawl made Harry cringe.

"Why, is that Potty, Weasel, and Red?" Draco Malfoy came strutting up to them, sneering.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ginny snapped, glaring at him.

"Nothing," he said, feigning a hurt look. "I was just wondering if my three best friends had figured out who the new Head Boy is. Is that so wrong?"

"Well, you're out of luck, Malfoy," Ron sneered. "We don't know. Of course, you probably do because your dear old daddy knows everything."

Malfoy stiffened at the mention of his father and his eyes went oddly blank. He quickly shook off the look and recovered his normal attitude.

"For your information, Weasley, I don't know."

"Well, I do," said Harry, grinning mischievously.

"Really?" said everyone in disbelief.

"Who?" said Malfoy after Harry was silent a moment.

"Me."

"Of course, you always were Dumbledore's favorite."

"Believe it or not, I earned it, Malfoy."

"Whatever…" he said as he turned and stormed off.

"Harry, why didn't you tell us?" Ginny asked as they continued walking.

Harry shrugged. "In case you haven't noticed, things have been a bit crazy lately."

"Well, you're going to busy this year," said Ron fighting a grin. "N.E.W.T.'s, Quidditch, Head Boy duties…Do you plan to eat or sleep this year?"

"Speaking of Quidditch, have you heard from Hermione lately?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but what does Quidditch have to do with her?" Ron said, turning slightly red at the mention of her name.

"I was just wondering if she was going to stick with it. And what about you guys? Are you staying with the team?"

Ginny nodded and Ron said, "Yeah, Hermione and I are staying with you."

"Great. So we only have to fill three positions, one Chaser and two Beaters. Any ideas?"

"Well, Dean and Seamus are going to try out as Beaters, I know that," Ron said. "But I don't know what to tell you about a Chaser."

"Dennis Creevy," Ginny put in. "From what Collin says, he's and excellent flyer and he's always wanted to be a Chaser."

Harry grinned. "So we'll have a whole team again."

"Ron, Harry, Ginny! Over here!" someone yelled. Harry looked in the direction of the shout and saw Hermione sitting with her parents at the ice cream parlor. She looked very different than she did last year. Her hair had lost its bushiness over the summer, and she was very tan. Apparently Europe had agreed with her.

"Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet my best friends, Ron, Harry, and Ginny."

Hermione's mother leaned over to her daughter and asked, "Is that the boy you've been writing to all summer?"

Hermione looked at Ron and nodded.

"Well, it was very nice to meet all of you. You should come for dinner sometime. But, we really must be running. I'll see you next year, sweetie," said her father. He hugged Hermione and said a quick "I love you."

"Dad," Hermione said, pushing him away. He chuckled and walked away with his wife.

"How are you guys?" she asked, kissing Ron.

"Harry's Head Boy," Ron said immediately.

Hermione squealed and hugged Harry tightly. "This is wonderful! I'd hoped you'd get it," she shrieked. The she turned to Ginny. "Has anything exciting happened with you?"

"Not really," she lied.


"So, Hermione, where are you staying?" Ginny asked as they walked into the Leaky Cauldron for a bite to eat.

Hermione glanced at Ron. "Hasn't Ron told you? I'm staying with you tonight. Why didn't you tell them?" she asked.

Ron shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to Ginny. "So, how is everyone? Bill, Fred, George, Percy…How are they?"

Ginny closed her eyes and pursed her lips. She took a deep breath and answered slowly, "Bills taking care of us the best he can. Fred and George are doing great with their joke shop. But Percy…well, he was killed when the Death Eaters took over the Ministry. So were Kingsley, Moody, and Fudge."

Hermione gasped and looked at Harry. "Did you see it?" she asked.

Harry nodded.

"Maybe we should go?" Ron said, staring at the ceiling in an obvious attempt to keep from crying. One by one, they agreed and rose from the table, leaving their untouched food.