A/N: hmm really long chapter...hope you guys like it
Diclaimer: I don't own anything. J.K.R. does. Now onto the story...
Chapter 4: It's Out
"Come on," Charlie said after a moment's silence. "Let's get your mind off of him."
"I don't want to!" I sighed, flopping down onto the couch. "No matter what you have planned, I'll still be thinking about Harry and how my life is ruined."
"But why would you want to think about that?" he asked me.
"Because I love him Charlie, I love him!" I screamed, stunning Charlie like I just hit him in the face with a pot. Suddenly uneasy, I got up and walked to the window. Looking down, I could see little kids playing Quidditch in the alley with parents watching from the sides, talking rapidly amongst themselves about their children's achievements. Turning back, I saw that Charlie was now sitting with his head in his hands. I walked back over and sat on the couch beside him, letting out a sigh and startling him out of his trance-like state.
"What am I supposed to do, Gin?" Charlie asked me. He was looking at me now, and I was looking back. "How am I going to make all this better?"
"I don't think you can," I said slowly. "Only Harry can." Charlie just shook his head.
Then I felt him grab my wrist and before I knew it, he had flung me into the fireplace along with some floo powder, screaming, "The Burrow!" Stumbling and dizzy, I found myself in the kitchen of my parent's home in seconds, scaring the living daylights out of my mum. Charlie came flying out of the fireplace seconds behind me.
"Oh!" cried Mum, dropping the pot of chicken she was carrying. She quickly whipped out her want and used it to clean up the mess. "Ginny! Charlie! Wonderful to see you both!" She sat the pan down and hustled over and caught them both in one of her signature hugs. Pulling away, she looked at me and asked, "Is Harry coming?" her gaze shifting to the fireplace, then back to me.
"No," I muttered, feeling a rush of sadness overwhelming me and a river of tears building up behind my eyes. It took nearly everything out of me to hold them back.
"Oh," she said, smiling. She then turned her back to us and began to walk towards the stove, where something was cooking. "Does he have a late practice today?" she asked, calling over her shoulder.
"No, Mum," Charlie answered for me. I could tell he knew that if I were to say a word, I wouldn't be able to keep the tears back anymore. However, Mum picked now to ask me a direct question.
"Where's he at then, Ginny dear?" I walked over to the table and pulled out a chair to sit down. "Ginny?" she asked again, turning to look at me, only to find my head on the table, buried under my arms.
Once again, the same river of tears that had run so many times today started flowing. I could hear my Mum's feet scurry along the kitchen floor and the chair next to mine's legs scrape the floor as the pulled it out and sat down. Then her arm fell across my shoulders as I heard a second chair being pulled out and sat in, no doubt, by Charlie.
I couldn't get words out, but that was fine with me seeing as how I really didn't feel like talking about it once again. After a couple seconds, I could hear words over my sobs, and Charlie was once again helping me, though he had no idea how much.
"Harry's gone. He's staying with Oliver Wood for now. He's really mad at Ginny, Mum, you have no idea," I could hear Charlie say in a hushed voice.
"Why though?" Mum asked loudly.
"Well, you see…" Charlie started, but right then, the back door opened and Fred, George and Dad all walked in, cutting Charlie off.
"Hello Mum!" said George loudly.
"Charlie! How good to see you!" Fred added.
"Oh, my! Ginny? What's wrong with her Molly?" Dad asked as he walked in and saw me crying at the table.
"I don't know Arthur, Charlie was just telling me. It's something to do with Harry."
"There's something wrong with Harry?" Fred asked as I heard three more chairs pulled from the table as the three of them joined us at the table.
"No, not really," Charlie said. He took in a deep breath, just about to plunge into the story when there came two pops from the living room.
"Dinner ready yet Mum?" I heard Ron call.
"I brought salad!" This time Hermione's voice traveled into the kitchen.
"Hurry! Charlie's just about to tell us what's wrong with Harry!" George called, and I heard the newlyweds enter the kitchen.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, frantic.
"Oh, Merlin! What's wrong with him?" Ron asked. I could no longer handle being at the table with my entire family- minus Bill and Percy, about to hear how I screwed my life up. Suddenly, I jumped up and ran all the way up to my old room. I closed and locked the door. Then, I listened for a sign of someone following me. But I heard nothing. Figuring they were all indulged in my story Charlie was surely telling, I laid down on my bed and waited.
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