Chapter 5

Harry and Ron awoke early the next day (the person whose fault this was, was Ron's, as he decided that he was excited about the events of the early morning and wanted to discuss it in detail with Harry) and went downstairs to breakfast to find that they weren't the only members of the households awake.

'Morning boys!' Said Mrs Weasley rather cheerfully.

'Morning!' Ron said, as equally cheerful. Harry on the other hand smiled at Ginny came over very distant to the world and sort of glided over to the table and sat next to her.

'Good night wasn't it boys?' Mr Weasley who was sitting at the head of the table said behind the Daily Prophet. He got no answer from Harry or Ron.

Mr and Mrs Weasley soon realised that their efforts for conversation were being wasted and continued with their business whilst Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George tucked into their traditional English breakfast in silence.

'Oh good morning Hermione dear' Mrs Weasley announced the arrival of the smiling Hermione after some time. 'Please say that you can start a decent conversation! These boys and Ginny seemed to have been struck with some kind of Happy Bug!'

' Yeah it's called the Love Bug!' sniggered George.

'And we haven't been struck by it dear mother!' Fred said, sounding almost offended.

'Come of it! Your tongues were down those girls' throats all night for what I saw of you!' Laughed Charlie who had been leaning against the stair banister for quite some time, listening in to the conversation. Mrs Weasley glowered at the twins at this latest comment. The twins however gave Harry and Ron a cheeky wink and continued eating their bacon and egg.

Hermione made sure she was sat next to Ron, by politely asking George to switch seats with her ('Well, if you insist on sitting next to lover-boy I'm sure I can condemn it') and smiled when she was comfortably seated to the equally smiley Ron.

'So, Harry, looking forward to going back to Hogwarts?' Mr Weasley looked up of his paper and said. Judging by Harry's shocked face and the silence he was receiving, he knew he had asked a very insensitive question 'Sorry Harry, didn't…didn't think'

'No, no it's O.K Mr Weasley'

'No I should of thought. I knew you were close to Dumbledore and all but I…'

'Well it so happens Dad that myself, Harry and Hermione won't be returning to Hogwarts this year' Ron piped up.

The whole table fell silent and looked at Ron, even Harry and Hermione who had clearly no expected such an abrupt announcement.

'Ron…we haven't thought it through!' Hermione hissed.

'No Hermione he's right. It's about time they knew!'

'Oh but Harry we're not even sure….'

'I am' Said Ron

'Me too' Harry seconded.

'Will one of you care to explain what exactly is going on here!' Mrs Weasley said, slightly angry.

'Mum, basically we…' Ron started.

'Why on Earth do you dream of not returning to Hogwarts is beyond me!'

'Well it's not exactly safe anymore is it? With Dumbledore gone!' Fred shouted.

'I don't thing we need your input in the situation thank you Fred!' Yelled Mr Weasley, who had now folded his paper less carefully and flung it half heartedly across the table.

'Mum why do you need to know their business, Harry's business! You're not exactly his parent are you? Just let them get on with it! Charlie said.

'Charlie, I don't think that was fair, your parents have done a lot for me…'

'I'm not going to go back either' announced Ginny

'Ginny…' Harry said with a warning tone.

'Can everyone please just be quiet and let them explain their intentions!' But Mr Weasleys fight for peace and tranquillity didn't work very well as the whole table had erupted it full blown argument.

It must have been 15 whole minutes before Harry (who during the time of this debate hand his head in his hands) had taken a stand.

'Shut up! All of you! Just SHUT UP!'

Mrs Weasley especially looked very taken aback by this sudden anger of Harry's.

'Do you want to know what we are doing or not?'

It was amazing. By Harry's new control a wave of silence washed it's way over the hot faced people.

'Right, thank you' he said with a sigh of exhaustion and began to tell their intentions.

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'Harry…. I don't think'

'Don't Ginny this is hard enough as it is'

'I knew of what you wanted to do, but not that it sounds really dangerous'

'Ginny please…'

'Harry'

'Hmm?'

'Please don't go. I can't let you get hurt!'

Ginny and Harry where in the top most bedroom, packing Harry's trunk.

'Ginny, sit down a minute' Harry softly took Ginny's hand, an guided her over to his bed. 'You know I have to do this…'

'Yes, but…'

'No Ginny just listens a minute please' he took a deep breath ' you know I have to do this. There is no one else who knows about what there is to be done! And how to do it! You have to let me go'

'I know. It's just so hard, I've never felt like this for anyone. Harry I love you…'

' So let me be happy. And I want be entirely happy until Voldemort is out of our lives and I can be with you without any worries at all.'

'Harry, what if you don't come back?'

'I will come back, even if it is just for you, I'll never leave you, forget you or stop loving you Ginny. This isn't the end'

Downstairs, the scene was highly emotional. Mrs Weasley was wrapping herself so violently around Ron it was if she was never going to let him go.

'Mum, please, I'll be fine'

'I'm always here for you Ronald, never forget it. We all are'

' I know mum'

Then Harry witnessed something he had never seen before. Fred and George with slight tears in their eyes.

'Ron, you ever need us, we'll be right behind you. And that goes for all of you OK?' Fred said.

'Yeah, ever need some helping kicking Evil ass, just gives us a sign' George said and they embraced all three young Hero's into an almighty hug.

'See ya later 'lil Bro' said Charlie, patting Ron on the back.

'You three take care yes?' Mr Weasley emerged from the living room with a parcel.

'What's that?' Ron asked

'Just a little something from us all'

Ron opened the parcel. Soon they discovered that it was a Photo, of all the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione, from the wedding, all smiley and happy. Engraved at the bottom of the wooden frame were the words 'Your family are always here for you'

'Thanks Dad' Ron choked and gave his father a hug.

'Where's Ginny?' Harry asked.

'I'm here' said a voice. Ginny had emerged from the stairs. She ran down the last steps, ran across the kitchen and leaped into Harry's arm and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

'Ginny..'

'No harry don't' and with that she embraced him in a long kiss which no one made any comment on. 'Write to me...please'

'I will, definitely, it will keep me going'

'I love you'

'I love you too, and I will be back for you, I promise.'

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She hugged everyone and ran out the door sobbing.

'Be brave you two! Mrs Weasley said, trying to choke back her tears.

'We will' Harry said sighing.

With one last hug or pat (or in Ginny's case, kiss) from everyone, Harry and Ron followed Hermione out of the door. She was sat outside the house on a wooden bench, still sobbing. When she saw they had come out, she got up, a lead the way down the narrow lane mindlessly.

A few minutes down the lane Ron broke he uneasy silence.

'That was easy really, telling them…'

'Goodbye? Telling them goodbye was easy? How can you say that Ron? We have just said goodbye to some of the most important people in our lives whom we might never see again and you thought it was easy?' and with that she broke down into tears, and fell into Ron's arms. Harry noticed that Ron too, had a tear in his eyes.

Harry wondered down the lane a little further and thought about what Hermione just said. If they felt that way, why did they come with him?

Because they love you a voice inside his head said they want to be with you all the way to protect you. Harry was satisfied with this.

'Harry? You OK mate?' he heard Ron call to him in the distance.

'Yeah I'm fine. Well as good as I can' he said has he re-joined them. Hermione gave him a weak smile and Ron patted him on the back.

'So, what now?' Ron asked

'Fly to Godrics hollow I quess' Harry said as they set of to the foot of the dusty lane, without looking back.