Chapter IV: Leaving the Weasley's
Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Come on. Please review. I'll stop updating if I don't get more.
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'Harry, finish your breakfast,' Mrs. Weasley said, almost scolding. 'It'll be the last good one you'll get in a long time, you being off chasing You-Know-Who and all. It may be the last good breakfast you'll ever get. You shouldn't go,'
'I've got to,' Harry said, choking down the rest of his cold oatmeal. 'Well, I can't believe I'm letting my children go. Don't want another one ending up like Percy, do we?' said Mrs. Weasley, casting her eyes down at his name. 'We'll be careful, mum,' Ginny commented, thoroughly enjoying her bacon. 'Not careful enough, after all, you are going,' Hermione mentioned, matter of factly. If looks could kill, Hermione would have been dead long ago. Fortunatly, they don't and she survived yet another from Harry. 'There isn't anything you can do to stop us Hermione. We're going,' Ron said firmly. 'Fine then. But it's suicide you know,' Hermione said, ending the discussion, letting her plate clatter into the sink before leaving.
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'Bye, Hermione!' Ron called, closing the gate and leaving for perhaps the last time, and walking incredibly slowly to show that he was leaving, sort of like mothers leave from parks when their kids won't come. Hermione refused to answer, shutting the window of her second floor room in response. 'Nothing you can do. You can call her forever, but she's never going to come,' Harry told Ron. 'Can't hurt to try,'
Author's Note, Part Deux: I'm just not feeling very inspired. It might be a while before the next installment.