Granny Weasley
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"Unbelievable!" Ron yelled for the millionth time. "Unbelievable!" he added.
"You do seem keen on yelling." Ginny told him with a raised eyebrow.
"Quite." Molly agreed, spooning sugar into a mug.
"Mum!" Ron argued.
"Don't you speak to me in that tone, Ronald." Molly warned.
"Mother, you're holding a seventeen year old- a legal grown man- hostage."
"He is not my hostage!" Molly seemed insulted.
"Then let him come home!"
"Let the matter lie, Ron." Arthur Weasley intervened.
"Dad! You're with her, too?" Ron seemed startled, confused. "Why is he staying?" he asked.
"Because," Molly said, turning to stare Ron in the face "the boy isn't well and I won't let him start running about looking for dark lords when he should be fighting nothing more than his own fatigue." She summed, hawk eyeing her son. Ron gulped, seeing her seriousness, but continued nevertheless.
"Mum, he needs to do this." He said, staring from father, to daughter, to Harry, to Hermione, and finally back to his mother. "We don't have time for him to rest! Especially not three weeks!"
"Two weeks." Harry fixed quietly, earning two annoyed look from the rowing Weasleys.
"You don't get it." Ron said angrily, biting his bottom lip in frustration.
"What don't I 'get'?" Molly asked. Ron hung his head in embarrassment at what he was about to say. Harry stared at his friend and then did the same, dropping his head to look at the floor, knowing exactly what Ron had wanted to say.
"I'm too dangerous." Harry explained quietly, looking Ron straight in the eyes, both seeming sad for an odd reason. "We all know that if I stay here, then…there's a much greater chance that Voldemort's death eaters would like to…come here, to do something about it." It was quiet before,
"Well, that's a load of rubbish." Everyone in the room turned to stare at Ginny. She smiled a bit and looked at every one of them. "Well, it is. Death eaters would never come here. Voldemort would never come here. Not only is this house protected, but it would also be plain stupid of them, wouldn't it? There are four grown wizards here, including me- three on a bad day when dad's not here, alarms, and besides, as we know very well, Voldemort obviously hates to be the one attacking. He's the waiting, spider kind. He doesn't venture, he only waits until some fly gets stuck to his web."
"Ginny has a good point. I think Harry should stay, but we have to go and…work on that project, or we'll never finish!" Hermione concluded, and Molly agreed with her own nod.
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Very quickly, the first three days passed. Granny Weasley was the only one staying out of all the guests, and she had wasted no time in sitting around the living room with a nice book or knitting, or making cookies as other grandmas would. She was bent on harassing Ginny, mainly about boyfriends, or as she called them, her "beaus". Doris spent a lot of time following Ginny upstairs to her room and looking through her closet, saying things like, "Where on earth is that lovely sweater I bought for you last year? That lovely blue scoop neck?" She always seemed to add something like, "It would do your complexion a lot more good than that horrid black sweater." Which, incidentally, was exactly the sweater Ginny happened to be wearing at the time.
"Charlie gave me this sweater." Ginny would lie, sometimes just to see the reaction, seeing as Charlie was Granny Weasley's absolute favorite. Doris's face would tend to become warm at the mention of her grandson and she would immediately approve of the sweater, saying that "yes, Charlie has pretty good taste, so I guess this particular one has just been in the laundry too often, hasn't it?" Ginny would nod uncaringly and Doris would then complain about how "As a lady," she shouldn't get herself so "filthy", as if Ginny went around splashing in mud everyday.
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"Ginny, help me with these dishes." Ginny's grandmother commanded after making breakfast.
"Why can't Ron help you?" Ginny complained, still chewing her bacon.
"Ginerva."
Ginny sighed. "Fine. Just let me finish my bacon."
"Quickly, then." Her grandmother answered. After washing the dishes in silence, Ginny went to leave when her grandmother called her back to sit with her at the table. "Ginny," she said, "I would like to talk with you about the young man that is living in the house along with us for these two
weeks-"
"You mean Harry?"
"Exactly, Ginny. I have noticed the looks the two of you have been sharing-"
"Grandma, it's not anything special. Harry and I feel nothing other than friendship." Ginny went to leave, but was pulled back again.
"I know, Ginny, what friendship looks like, and Mr. Potter's looks are not it. I suggest, Ginny, that you start noticing what's under your own nose, before Mr. Potter leaves the house and gets himself killed. I believe, Ginny, that if Harry does not have something to lean on around this time, he won't fight his hardest, do you understand?"
"You're way off track- I mean, I don't think- yes, I understand. I will pay closer attention." Ginny's grandmother looked at her through spectacled gray eyes.
"Go on." She said suddenly, and Ginny rose and walked upstairs to Harry's room.
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"Knock knock." Her voice was heard through the door.
"Come in." Harry's voice answered from the oak desk. He was staring out of the window at the clouded sky. "It could have been a good day for Quiddich, if it hadn't rained last night. The ground must be all in puddles now."
"Yeah, I guess it's not much of a day for anything…"
"Anything outside, anyhow." Harry agreed, looking at her pointedly. Ginny breathed in quickly. "Ginny, I can't think of anything. Any other hint for a horcrux…"
"Don't you only have Nagini left?"
"That," Harry answered, still staring at Ginny, who was now looking out of the window a bit uncomfortably. "And something of Ravenclaw's or Gryffindor's."
"Oh, right. I forgot." They were silent "But you have time, haven't you? You've finished off four horcruxes already. And there's no time limit." Ginny walked closer to Harry, finally sitting beside him on a different chair.
"No," Harry answered "No time limit." His eyes wondered to her lips. She bit her bottom one a bit in anxiousness, and looked down to the floor. It was quiet, aside from the wind that was coming harshly from the window. Ginny folded her arms across her chest, and Harry's eyes suddenly focused there, jumping to her eyes quickly again. She looked straight at him for a moment before leaning in just a little. He did the same, coming forward more than she had. They were centimeters away.
"Ginny!" someone's voice called from downstairs, separating them. Ginny looked at the door and exited, running downstairs to the study. Harry followed her. "Ginny, dear, you haven't studied at all since vacation started, and we must be very far behind. Hello, Harry."
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Sorry, I won't interrupt your studying." Harry said quickly and then departed, and Molly mumbled about how considerate the boy was before sitting Ginny down and taking out an old History of magic book.
"Mum, we've just done History."
"Oh, yes. I suppose we have. Divination?"
"Mum." Ginny's eyebrows furrowed. "I stopped taking divination in fourth year. What's going on?"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear." Molly put her right hand to her forehead, sighing a bit, but continuing to smile bravely. "It's only stress. What do you propose we start with, sweetheart?"
"Oh…uh…" Ginny said fuzzily, unfocusing for a second, thinking about Harry. He had left his gloves in the study…should she return them to him?
"Ginny?"
"Potions. Let's start with potions."
"Yes. Get out your cauldron and potion set, and we'll review the shrinking potion."
"Yes." What had happened upstairs? He was about to kiss her, she was sure of it, but then…hadn't he said at Dumbledore's funeral that they couldn't be together? What was he playing at? And-
"Your cauldron, Ginerva." Molly poked her daughter lightly. "Honestly, between the two of us, there will be no work done."
"I'm sorry, Mum."
"For a shrinking potion- Are you writing this? For a shrinking potion, only ten ingredients are needed…"
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Dear Hermione,
Hi. I'm doing great, and gaining about ten pounds to Mrs. Weasley's contentment. I think she might be putting whole bars of butter in my dishes on purpose, but maybe it's just me. I'd like to hear how the project is coming along and I would like to also ask you to try and research about Ravenclaw's family- I want to know everything: her dog's name; her home address; her grandchild's favorite color. Same with Gryffindor. And check whether there are any remaining heirs or relatives. Please send me copies of your notes by messenger (RON…or you.) as soon as you can.
Yours,
Harry.
Dear Harry,
Should I feel bad because you don't want me coming over with the notes? I am of course referring to the capital lettered "RON" in your own letter. I'll send him with them right away as soon as I can find a bit about Gryffindor. Thanks for the direction, we were almost running out of ideas.
Love from,
Hermione
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