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A/N: Alas, another chapter!

Packing had begun.

I know it's slightly odd, but I've always preferred packing the Muggle way. At least when I pack my own things I know exactly where they are in the trunk. You know, if for some unforeseen reason I have to go digging through it before boarding the train. However, I didn't have an overabundance of things to pack, since I was still living at Grimmauld Place and everything else I used to own had been long since either left behind or destroyed.

It only struck me today that I should've begun replacing the things I'd lost during the war, but material things just didn't seem very important anymore. At least that's until I began packing my things into an old oversized trunk I found in the room Buckbeak used to reside in.

I had exactly four casual robes and no dress ones. Need I mention one of the four I did have was the very one I'd worn when I'd gone with McGonagall to the Ministry; the one that had been one of my old school robes? I dug through the armoire I'd claimed as mine when Fred and I first came to this place after the war. It seemed like that all had been such a long time ago. It didn't feel right to be leaving without him. I felt that by leaving this place, I was leaving the only part of Fred I had anymore.

I temporarily abandoned my packing, losing myself in a memory of the not-so-distant past:

I woke up early that morning, like so many before it and found Fred beside me on my bed. I unwittingly smiled as I gazed at him from my pillow. He was obviously in a very deep sleep, his nose slightly twitching as the wind coming from the open window made his shaggy hair brush ever-so slightly across his face. He was laying on top of the covers in one of his many Quiddich team t-shirts (though, I'll never understand why a wizarding sports team had muggle-like paraphernalia for their fans). Tonight he was wearing a blazing orange Chudley Cannons t-shirt which clashed horribly with his hair.

As if he had felt me watching him, his eyes fluttered slightly and opened, eventually focusing on me. He sleepily smiled and mumbled something entirely indiscernible.

I lifted an eyebrow in amusement as I asked, "Now, what was that, love?"

He yawned, clearly taking his time before he could be bothered to respond. Rubbing his eyes he spoke, this time more coherently, "Why is it your room is always so much colder than mine?"

"Well, maybe because in your room you actually use the blankets provided for you on the bed." I teased, snuggling under the covers of my bed a bit more to prove my point.

That is, until Fred began to pout shamelessly.

I giggled, "Hey, don't look at me that way. I never said anything about you not being able to join me. You're the one who apparently couldn't be bothered to climb underneath the blankets."

He responded in a hoarse, entirely unconvincing voice, "But, Hermione - Too much effort - So weak..."

I smiled, "Oh for Merlin's sake, Fred. Honestly." And with that I yanked on the covers with all the strength I could manage for five in the morning and sent him flying, quite nicely, might I add, off my bed and onto the hardwood floor.

There was a moments silence before I heard a muffled groan followed by a sharp intake of breath before he spoke, "Now love, was that entirely necessary? I mean, really. Besides, it is certainly no warmer here on the floor."

Grinning, I moved to his side of the bed and poked my head over the edge. And what do you know, there was Fred looking rather pathetic on the floor next to my fuzzy green slippers.

Fred, however, seemed to still be a bit cranky from only having just woken up; well, maybe the whole ending up on the floor thing might've had something to do with his disposition as well. He gazed up at me with a dangerous flicker in his brown eyes, "Oh, so you think this is funny do you? Well--"

I'm not quite sure what he said after that, since I found myself on the floor -- well, technically on top of Fred, something I'm sure he hadn't counted on -- because he'd decided it was only fair I receive the same treatment I'd given him.

He probably would've been laughing at me, if only I hadn't knocked the air right out of him when I landed on him. When he finally caught his breath he wheezed out, "Oh, that's gonna leave a mark."

Moving off of him I kissed his forehead and smiled, "Well, I rather think it serves you right. What good did you think would come of pulling me off my bed?"

Not missing a beat he explained, "Well, you see, I hadn't thought it through that far."

I was now laying beside him on the floor, which really was quite cold. Now I was certainly fully awake. We laid there in silence for a few moments before he finally broke the silence,

"Hermione, what are you thinking about?"

I turned my head to face him, finding him already staring at me.

I sighed and began, "Fred, what's going to happen with us?" I paused momentarily, not really expecting a response to such a broad question, but before I could continue he replied in a hushed tone, wrapping his left hand over my right,

"We're going to get back in bed and sleep until the morning comes. We're going to treasure every day we have together. We're going to do what it takes to help Harry in his quest. We're going to prevail; and we're going to prevail because we've got each other," he paused, "Forever and always."

And with that he rose from the floor, bringing me up with him.

I blinked several times in succession, the memory fading away as quickly as it had enveloped me.

I could feel moisture building up in the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't let myself cry. I tore my gaze away from the bed. Maybe leaving Grimmauld Place would be all right after all; the memories these walls held could surely drive me insane if given enough time. Besides, I had to leave. It wasn't a matter of whether I felt like it or not. The children at Hogwarts needed me. With that thought I commenced packing my limited things into the enormous trunk once again.

I had almost finished when there was a small knock at my door. I found this odd because usually the other inhabitants leave me to myself, knowing that's how I prefer it... and need it to be. I made my way over to the ancient mahogany door as I heard another knock come from the other side. I opened the door to see Lupin standing there, holding something in his hands.

He gave me a small smile and simply said, "This belongs to you more than anyone else. Harry would want you to have it."

And with that he handed over something I recognized all too well: Harry's invisibility cloak. Lupin looked like he wanted to say more, but at the last minute decided better of it. Instead he patted me on the shoulder and swiftly turned around and headed back down the hall to the staircase. I turned from the door, slowly closing it behind me.

Harry's invisibility cloak.

I clutched it with both hands, smiling despite the tears that had begun running down my face. Yes, I would most definitely be taking this with me. Hogwarts just wouldn't have been Hogwarts without it. It was almost as if Harry had given this to me himself.

I folded it up carefully and placed in on top of my robes, beside a small stack of books in the trunk.

Now it was only a small matter of time before I once again found myself back within the walls of Hogwarts.

Packing had been finished.

A/N: Special thanks to my reviewers Ydnas5 and Astrianna Glaze!

Ydnas5, yeah, I'm kinda tricky like that ...or something. There's definitely a mysterious redhead on the loose, it's all just a matter of whom. :D

Astrianna Glaze, once again I thank you for reviewing! It really means a lot to me :) ...I love the Weasley twins. I can't wait for Goblet of Fire to be in theatres, oh how I will swoon for them :D

Once again, I'm not exactly sure when the next update will be. But fear not! It won't be a terribly long time. :)