-Here's the newest chapter, very sorry about the wait we've been busy at the very least what with bat mitzvahs and the like and fanfic was at the bottom of our lists sorry! Ooh one more thing….this is back into Ginny's POV just so you don't get confuddled ;).
Lis
I was settling quickly back into the routine of school work when (finally!) a Hogsmeade trip was announced. This was a welcome break for all of us from the piles of homework and stress that had been mounting up on us since Day 1. Hermione, Harry and Ron were equally delighted as I. It turned out that being NEWT students wasn't the picnic that they (well, Harry and Ron…the lazy fuckwits) had expected.
A few days later, as I made my way to the Three Broomsticks, I knew that I couldn't have been more wrong about the Hogsmeade trip. As I'd made my way here with the others, I had noticed sensed something was wrong. The village seemed dead. I'd half expected to see tumbleweed blowing across the desolate high street as per muggle country and western movies. Finally I pushed the front door of the Three Broomsticks open, ready for some butterbeers and a chance to chat. But it seemed that was not to be. We opened the door to find a very angry squatter and a ransacked interior. This was too much to take. I ran out onto the high street, looking for something, anything that remained that had remained the same. I looked around me. Honeydukes was boarded up, as was Zonko's and Madame Puddifoot's. Then I caught sight of him. It was a misty day but I could see a faint figure with flame red hair hurrying into the distance. He turned around and I could've sworn it was Bill. Next thing I knew I was in the hospital wing, and Harry's concerned face was peering at me.
"Maybe it was the smell!", I heard Ron whisper.
"What smell?", Hermione replied, "There wasn't any smell anywhere. There wasn't anything full stop. Well except maybe the squatter. She was just down on the ground without any warning."
"Shhh! Ginny's conscious! Look!", Harry said.
Two other faces joined his, wearing looks of worry similar to his.
"Wh-what happened?", I asked. My lips and throat were parched but when I reached for the glass of water my hands were shaking so violently I spilt almost every drop before I'd even raised the cup off the bedside table.
Harry sighed and said with a grave face, "Shall I start from the beginning?"
