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Chapter Four

Back to the Burrow

Harry walked down the hall with his arm swung across Ginny's shoulders. He was looking for his Healer. Hopefully he could get released today and get out of this blasted place.

"Harry," someone called.

"Ah," said Harry recognizing Healer Levate, "Just the man I wanted to see."

"Well, I assume you want to know when you can leave."

"Yep."

"Well," answered the Healer consulting his chart, "anytime you want to it seems. We do need you to go and fill out some paperwork at the front desk though."

"Sure." said Harry as Healer Levate walked away. "So," he said turning to Ginny, "How about you go round up your family and I will meet you at the front desk." Harry gave her shoulder one last squeeze and then let her go.

"Okay, see you there," replied Ginny, and she gave him a quick hug before she walked away.

Harry began to walk down the oak paneled Hallways in search of the front desk. Everywhere you looked there where people rushing back and forth. There were worried looking people that had to be friends and relatives coming in for a visit. There were Healers in their green robes and there were people that looked as if some odd spell or charm had backfired.

Harry came to the stairs and began his walk down. Lining the walls were pictures of famous healers. Everywhere that Harry looked he could see witches and wizards running between their frames and consulting each other about some diagnosis or another.

When Harry reached the front desk he waited his turn behind an old warlock that had seemed to have sprouted horns and an elderly witch who had turned a deep shade of mauve. Sitting behind the desk was a stern looking witch wearing emerald green robes and silver spectacles.

"Hello," Harry began, "I was told that I needed to speak to you before I am released."

"Name?" she replied curtly.

"Harry Potter," said Harry amazed at her rudeness. Upon hearing his name the witch had waved her wand and a file had appeared. She pulled out a quill and sucked on its tip before standing it upright on a form in front of her. She continued to ask questions but when she got to where he was staying Harry did not know.

"I…I don't kno…" But he was interrupted by a cute little redhead inserting herself under his arm.

"The Burrow," she said.

"No," replied Harry, "I mean I don't want to impose…"

"The Burrow," she repeated, "Harry will be staying at the burrow." She then turned toward Harry before saying, "You have to stay Harry. There is no question about it."

"Thanks," Harry said as he wrapped his arm tighter around Ginny's shoulder.

"Now," said the witch behind the desk, "everything seems to be in order so you may leave now. Next!"

Harry grabbed Ginny's shoulder and began to steer her out of the lobby. "So where is everyone else?" he said.

"They all went home," Ginny replied, "but they said they would send someone to pick us up."

"Sounds good to me," said Harry. They began to walk toward the exit of the hospital when they saw, "Hermione!" called Harry.

She stood near the entrance waiting for them. When she saw Harry and Ginny she broke out into a wide grin that then turned into a smirk upon seeing Harry's arm draped across Ginny's shoulder. She raised an eyebrow questioningly and the pair broke apart blushing furiously.

"Well," said Harry, "it's nice to see you Hermione."

"You too Harry."

"Well, shall we go back to the burrow?"

"Yes."

"How are we getting there?"

"Apparating, I think."

"Okay," Harry said. They all pulled out their wands and with a pop they were in front of the burrow.

They began to walk toward the old house. It was a slightly rickety looking building that looked as if it was held up by magic, which it was. They walked inside to find an immaculately clean house that was obviously brimming with magic. Harry glanced at the clock on the wall where a variety of long hands pointed toward 'home'.

"Hello Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, bustling out of the kitchen. "You will be staying up I in the guest room. I already had Ron bring your up your stuff. However, if I were you I would go and check to make sure it is all there."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley. I think that I will," said Harry. He turned and began to walk up the stairs. It was nice to be back at the burrow. Some of the best times of his life had been spent here. It was one of the few places that Harry always felt like he belonged. He felt like he had family here.

Harry opened a door near the top of the stairs to enter his room. He walked in and turned on a light. Mrs. Weasley had obviously cleaned recently as everything seemed to shine and there were fresh sheets on the bed. Harry threw himself onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

He was back at the burrow. He had the closest thing he could think of to family here. He had his best friends here. He had Ginny. Maybe she did trust him. Maybe he could get another chance with her. Maybe…

Harry shook his head and walked back downstairs. "I'm going for a walk," he called and he stepped threw the door into the yard.

Harry walked through the Weasley's garden. There were plants spilling out of the flower beds and gnomes running threw the bushes. Everything carried an air of barely contained chaos.

Harry came upon a bench and sat down. He needed time to think. He sat in silence for a while watching the gnomes as they ran in and out of bushes. He closed his eyes, basking in the tranquility of it all. Maybe… Maybe he could get another chance.

"Hello Harry," said a female voice behind him. "Mind if I sit down?"

"No problem Hermione."

"So what are you doing?" she asked.

"Just thinking."

"About what?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing in particular," lied Harry.

Hermione gave him a shrewd look. "Come on Harry, You have something on your mind and we both know it. Now will you just talk to me about it?"

Harry gave a deep sigh a turned towards Hermione. "Fine," he said, "I was thinking about Ginny."

"I thought so. Harry, just talk to her."

"I…I can't Hermione. I mean…I lost her once. She gave me a shot. What cause does she have to ever trust me again?"

"Harry, she trusts you. She wants to give you another chance, I'm sure she does."

"But what if she doesn't? What if she just rejects me?"

"Well," replied Hermione mischievously, "then just shut up and kiss her." Hermione then got up and left while giggling to herself, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

Harry leaned back on the bench and smiled. He could do that. Just shut up and kiss her. It was appealing but Harry thought that he should probably talk to her first. Still…kissing her sounded like a good idea too.

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