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The next day, everyone slept in late because of the previous night's occurances. Kristine was the first one to wake up. She dressed and headed downstairs. As she was making breakfast, Harry came into the kitchen. He adknowledged her with a head nod as he went over to get a glass of water. Harry sat down at the table and began to drink. A few seconds later, Kristine sat down. They sat there for a few minutes. Looking down at the ground, Harry tried to aviod Kristine's gaze. The silence between them grew uncomfortable.
"Harry, I'm really sorry about Ginny," Kristine said awkwardly.
"There wasn't anything you could have done about it," Harry said, evaisively.
"Maybe not, we'll never know," Kristine said.
"Yeah," Harry said, looking down at his glass.
"Listen, I haven't talked to Ron about this, but I'm thinking we should all go back to the Burrow to give Ginny and Ron's parents a proper funeral, what do you think?"
"Sounds alright," Harry said, still starring at his glass.
Kristine brought him a plate of eggs, toast, and a stack of panckaes. Harry looked at her, "Thanks. Is Ron still upset about last night?"
"Oh, no. I took care of that last night," she said laughing, "three times"
Harry raised his eyebrows and cracked a smile, "Didn't think that Ron was like that"
Kristine sighed, "Ronniekins may not have a lot, but he'e got it where it counts"
Harry laughed a little. Then Ron entered the kitchen, "What, have you been telling him where my Pigmy Puff tattoo is?"
Harry cringed and Kristine laughed as Ron slipped his arms around her waist, "Nope, that's for me to know and no one else to ever find out, Ronnie"
They kissed and smiled at one another.
"Oh, please you're making me ill," Draco said entering the kitchen.
"Malfoy, don't start," Harry said, looking at him warningly.
Draco sat down and Kristine came over and served Draco a plate. Ron went and sat down next to Harry. Kristine sat next to Ron. Draco sat on a side all by himself. Kristine brought up the idea of going back to the Burrow for a funeral. Ron reluctantly agreed to it. They didn't talk about it the rest of breakfast. After breakfast, Harry and Ron left the kitchen to go pack what clothes that they had.
"What about Draco?" Kristine called as they went to leave. They both stopped and turned around.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Is he going with us?" Kristine asked, like they'd just been talking about it.
"He can stay here," Harry replied, sighing.
"Yeah, he can stay here, right?" Ron asked.
"Well, don't you think that it's a bit rude that we just leave and don't extend an invitation to Draco?" Kristine reasoned.
"No, that's –," Draco began.
"No, honestly, I insist. I want you to come with us, Draco," Kristine interrupted.
"No, I-," Draco started.
"In all fairness to Malfoy, he didn't really know Ron's parents and Ginny, so I really don't think that he should have to come," Harry said to Kristine.
"Guys-," Draco interjected.
"Oh, don't be silly, Draco should come with us. We shouldn't leave him here alone," Kristine said to Ron and Harry.
"Hello!" Draco stood up and shouted.
"What!" Kristine, Ron, and Harry said, turning to look at him.
"Do I get a say in whether or not I want to go or not?" Draco shouted.
"Oh, we're sorry Draco," Kristine began, "Would you like to come to the Burrow with us?"
"Unbelievable, just bloody unbelievable!" Draco shouted.
"What, what did I say?" Kristine said.
"Forget it, I'll just go to the damn house," Draco said, throwing down his fork and went up to his room. He slammed the door behind him.
Harry rolled his eyes. He went out a few minutes later and went up to his room to pack his clothes. Most of his clothes were still in his Hogwarts trunk. After a few seconds of throwing his clothes in the trunk, he flopped down on his bed. Draco had to come to the Burrow? Why? He would most likely ruin the funeral by heckling or something like that. He could just see it now. Some one would be delivering a moving eulogy saying how the Weasly's didn't have a lot and then Draco shouting out,
"You got that right!"
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed again. Also, something just didn't sit right sbout Draco just showing up at the door of a supposed secret place. Harry had begun to mistrust his original feelings. How much of Draco's original story could he trust? Harry sighed once again. If only Dumbledore were here, if only Dumbeldore were here.
"Potter, can I talk to you for a minute?" Draco said, standing in the doorway.
"Yeah, what's up?"Harry said, sitting up.
"Is there any possible way that I could get out of going to Weasly's house?" Draco asked.
"Malfoy, I don't think that anyone wants to go to the Burrow," Harry said, going over to the armoire across from the bed.
"Yeah, I mean, I know that, Potter, but, I didn't even know the Weasly's and that's something that the girl that Weasly's with doesn't understand. Hell, if my father were out of Azkaban and saw me here"
"Yeah, I know, I know, you'd be excommunicated, just like your rogue cousin, Sirius," Harry said, unsympathetically.
"Yeah," Draco said. He sighed. He wondered why Harry wouldn't show him the least amount of sympathy.
"Belive me, Malfoy. I want to go to the Burrow just as much as you do," Harry said, pulling his trunk out into the hallway.
"Because of what you'll find?" Malfoy said. Maybe this would open him up.
Harry stopped, not looking at Draco. "You should really get packing, we leave in fifteen minutes"
An hour later, they arrived at the Burrow. Draco and Ron exited the car, arguing.
"Weasly, for the fifth time, 'To London' counts as a 'T', not an 'L'"
"For god sakes Malfoy, come off it! 'To London' counts as an 'L', so you didn't win. It's not a 'T', how many times do I have to tell you?"
Kristine was trying to get between them, so she could stop it from coming to blows. Harry neither looked to the right nor left as he walked to the door of the house that used to be the Weasly's.
The door creaked open as he entered the home. Gone was the laughter and closeness that he'd always enjoyed about the home. In it's place was the coldness of death. It felt so strange. In the sink, dishes that had normally piled up had been reduced to only a few dishes and spoons. The scrub brush that had been enchanted to clean all the dishes had stopped and now sat next to the sink.
Harry looked down and gasped. Molly and Arthur Weasly's bodies lay on the floor. The bodies were side by side, face down on the ground. Harry knew that they had most likely not run. The worst of the Unforgivable Curses took people instantly. Harry looked up and down their bodies. Something about the placement of their arms caught his attention. He crouched down and looked at it more closely. Mr. Weasly's arm was under Mrs. Weasly's arm. Harry's eyes went from their arms down to their hands.
Harry felt a lump form in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked around the room. "Okay Voldermort. Is this how it's gonna be? Is this how it's gonna go until one of us finally kills the other? The people that are closest to me are gonna die, is that how you'll break me? Well, I'm ready, I'm ready!"
Upon saying that, Harry felt fresh, hot tears stream down his face. He looked again at the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Weasly. Their fingers were laced with each others. They had died holding hands.
Harry sighed and began to regain his composure. Next he had to find Ginny. He needed to be strong for this. Harry go up and looked around. Hesitantly, he walked around the living room, with mounting fear in his heart. As he headed further and further into the living room, his steps became slower and slower.
There she was, Harry's Ginny. He walked over to the body and looked at her. It has often been said that you don't know what you have until it's gone. Looking at Ginny now, Harry truly understood the meaning of that saying. In death, as in life, Ginny was still beautiful. Her perfect auburn hair was spilled all around the carpet. The setting sunlight cast it's light on her face. Harry stroked her cheek. It was cold. Harry rolled his eyes again as he felt the familiar lump in his throat come back. The floodgates once again opened, and Harry just began sobbing. His crying grew in intesity as he remembered the phrase, you don't know what you have until it's gone. This thought kept pulsating through his mind as he leaned over Ginny's body and hugged her.
Ron, Kristine and Draco came into the house. They heard Harry sobbing and went into the living room. They saw Harry laying on Ginny's dead body, hugging her. All of them looked at him. All of them, even Draco, felt terrible for him. They all wished that there was something that they could do to help him. Sadly, they knew that nothing could be done now. Just to let Harry grieve for his Ginny. Somewhere in the middle, Fred and George had slipped in and were now watching the sad scene unfold.