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Notes: Sorry for the lack of updates, everyone, but my life has been
really busy and hectic now. I would like to thank those reviewers who
kindly reviewed, your reviews have been the only thing encouraging me
to go on! I luv all of ya'll! Sorry this is short, had hardly any
time to write.
At exactly six-oh-three on the day after Harry's seventeenth birthday, Mrs. Weasley went absolutely mad.
It took her until exactly seven-oh-three to stop yelling at the top of her lungs.
It wasn't every morning that Mrs. Weasley went mad; she only went mad on the mornings when Fred and George did something completely wrong (which was around twice a week since they dropped out of Hogwarts).
Fred and George had played a little joke on their mother.
It wasn't exactly what Fred and George thought was a big joke. Actually, compared to some of their other tricks that they had played in their lives, it was quite small.
You see, Mrs. Weasley had woke up to the sound of thumping on her and Mr. Weasley's bedroom door, to find an absolute look alike of some sort of werewolf directly in front of her. Thinking— because of the full moon and Remus Lupin's absence from Harry's birthday party that evening—that Lupin was standing transformed in front of her, she screamed rather loudly, and upset the whole house, minutes later only to find that it had been a little joke in order to scare her.
The day went sort of downhill from there. Harry once again walked along The Burrow like a zombie because he did not get enough sleep. Mrs. Weasley wanted everyone to clean up the Burrow. Fred and George's senses of humor were missed as they had do de-gnome the garden as punishment.
("Really Mum, you've got no sense of humor."
"Honestly! We're old enough not to get punished, Mum.")
After lunch, Harry decided that he needed some time alone in the attic with the Precious Memories box. "I'll watch a few of those pictures, and then tonight with Ginny I'll watch different ones," he told himself. "That is, if I am able to stay up that late."
Walking slowly up to the attic, Harry soon discovered that he wasn't alone: his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, seemed to be deeply absorbed in one another. They were kissing rather slowly, and softly, leaning directly into each other.
Harry backed slowly down the stairs. Well, he had his suspicions, and they were confirmed at last! Ron and Hermione were boyfriend and girlfriend. Memories flashed in Harry's mind, bringing him practically to tears. What if they forget all about me? Our group will never be the same again…Harry was happy for his friends, but also very jealous. He wasn't in love with Hermione, or anything like that, but thoughts like those above kept haunting him.
"It's disgusting, really." Said a voice behind him. There was Ginny, right behind him, as always. "Ran into them myself."
Harry's thoughts were taking over his mind; he couldn't talk to Ginny, he couldn't let Ginny see him in a vulnerable state such as this. "Yeah." Harry managed to choke out.
"They won't forget you, Harry." Ginny said, as if she were reading his mind. "They still love you as much as they loved you before."
Slowly, and softly, she touched Harry's cheek. This action was done with the utmost caution.
"Take a rest, Harry, and please, please meet me tonight in the attic." Ginny took her hand off of his cheek, and crept away.
Harry felt sorry that she had taken her hand off of his cheek. He missed that warm, tingly feeling he got inside during that action. He watched Ginny head up to her room, and he felt a THUMP in his heart.
I won't hurt her! I won't be her boyfriend until Voldemort is defeated!