I hadn't really planned on updating, in fact I was about to o to bed, but then I got a review asking for a chapter and I just couldn't not oblige.
Also, would anyone object to me skipping parts, if not all, of Rita and Harry's fourth year, because I'm not sure how much I can put in there that won't be boring and very similar to hundreds of other fictions. I will, of course, have in important parts.
"It's just in my DNA." I said as we began to leave the clearing and go back to the Burrow for dry clothes and food. "Oh- and by the way." I stopped and turned around to look at Fred, who I could have sworn was blushing.
"Next time, we won't loose."
We walked into the dinning area of the Burrow and took our spots as Molly put food down on the table. My father glamced over at me before chuckling.
"Must have been a pretty rough game of quidditch for you to get soaked in mud." I shrugged not unapologetically and dig into the plate of food Molly placed in front of me.
"Thank you." I said first though. I may have been starving, but I was still polite.
"So. Who won?" Asked Arthor, which made me blush. Oh Merlin, have mercy.
"We did." Fred said along with everyone else on his team. I grumbled to myself as I stuffed some mashed potatoes into my mouth.
"Speaking of quidditch, we've got tickets to the World Cup this summer if you three would like to join us." Arthur said to Dad, Harry and I. I choked on my mashed potatoes and Ginny thumped me on the back so I didn't die. Dad laughed.
"I s'pose that's a yes for us."
"Wonderful!" She said before sitting down herself and then we were all eating.
"Oi, Fred, stop staring at Poor Rita and eat your dinner before it gets cold!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly. "Merlin, these kids of mine." Dad laughed into his goblet, and I felt my cheeks burn.
"She's blushing!" Ginny said.
"No, she's just angry that she lost. That's not a blush, that's her skin breaking out into a rash because she cannot contain her quidditch rage." Harry said. I turned and glared at him, only half playfully.
"Her And Wood make an awful team. 'Practice today at five.' 'Did you guys hear Wood? Practice is at five.' 'We're going to practice during rain and snow for hours on end.' 'Oh goody! We'll get to freeze or butts off outside but it's worth it as long as we win!'" George joked.
"'You two are late again. You've wasted valuable training time.' 'Next time I'll drag you by your ears if you don't get here on time." Fred chimed in.
"Oh come on. We aren't that bad." I protested.
"You're right, you're worse." Ron said.
"What! You're not even on the team, you have no say in this, Orange One-"
"Stop calling me Orange One!"
"Or what?"
"Or I'll- I'll hit you!"
"You can't hit a girl, Ronald. That's not good manners."
"Merlin's pants, what have I gotten myself into?" My father groaned.
"He started it." I teased, sticking my tongue out at Ron.
"You see that, Ginny?" Said Charlie. "She fits right in with the rest of us!"
"Well that's not hard, considering we're all crazy and she's a Black."
Mrs. Weasley gasped. "Ginny!"
"What?" She said defensively. "It's true, and I didn't mean it in a bad way."
"I took it as a compliment." I said confundebtky, holding my head high.
"Well, I think you and Harry better finish your food. It's getting late, and it seems as if Sirius might fall asleep at the table." Arthur said. I looked over at my father and he was indeed correct. His head was rested on his hand and his eyes were closed. So Harry and I scarfed down our food and said goodbye to all the Weasleys. After that we woke my father so we could Floo home.
"Goodnight Dad. Goodnight Harry." I said later after I had changed into my nightgown and leggings.
"Goodnight Rita!" They both called back from their respective bedrooms. I closed my door behind me and turned off the lights, before curling up beneath my covers. I fell asleep very quickly, but only stayed that way for maybe a few hours when I was woken by screams from across the hall. I shot out of bed and grabbed up my wand, darting out into the hall with it raised in front of me. I didn't see anything, but heard another scream pierce the air. It was coming from Harry's room so I cautiously entered. There was no one in there but Harry, who was thrashing around on his bed.
I walked over to him and looked at his face, the sweat that trickled from his brow glowing silver in the moonlight. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Harry. Harry. Wake up. It's just a nightmare." I said, shaking him awake. He bolted upright, looking around wildly before he looked at me.
"I'm sorry Rita. I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized. I shrugged and sat down on the edge of his bed.
"That's okay. I never sleep too well anyways."
"Do you get nightmares too?" He asked quietly.
I shook my head. "No, but sometimes my brain just won't stop working and I stay up half the night just thinking about things and what it all means. Like, there has to be a reason why the moon is what makes werewolves transform. And like, what would happen if you put a werewolf on the moon?" I said, pretty much just talking to myself.
"Er, I think they would explode and die because there is no oxygen on the moon, Rita."
"What, no! I never said that we would send them up there without a suit or anything you absolute monster!" I joked. He laughed lightly.
"Are you okay now?" I asked. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep?" He shrugged.
"Maybe."
"Well. I'm positively exhausted. I'm going to head back to bed. I hope there are no more nightmares, Harry." I said, standing up and walking towards his door.
"Rita?" He asked.
I turned towards him. "Yeah?"
"Would you mind staying with me? I have a hard time falling asleep in new places, even without the nightmares." He sounded so sad that I just couldn't say no.
"Of course." I said, walking back over. "Scoot, child. You have this huge queen sized bed, scoot over." I said, and he did. I laid down on the other side of the bed and curled up into a ball like I usually did.
"Thanks Rita." Harry said sheepishly.
"No problem, Harry. You're one of us now, practically my brother. And what else are sisters for, than to provide emotional support?" I said, yawning, before promptly falling asleep again.