Ginny made her way down to the kitchen to grab a snack before she tucked in for the night. When she rounded the corner she saw Harry and Anya's trunk along with Hedwig sitting in the doorway. She smiled before turning back towards the stairs.
"Mom, when did Anya and Harry arrive?" she called up the stairs before her mother appeared at the railing.
"Harry, Harry who dear?" Molly asked tying the tie of her robe around her waist.
"Harry Potter of course" Ginny said with a laugh.
"I think I'd know if Anya Jones and Harry Potter were in my house Ginny" she said sternly as she made her way down the stairs.
"Why are their trunks in the kitchen then?" Ginny asked before turning her head back to the kitchen to make sure she had actually seen their trunks sitting in the doorway and it hadn't been just wishful thinking.
"Did someone say Harry?" Ron asked, leaning over the railing looking down at his mother and only sister.
"Yeah silly are him and Anya up their with you?" Ginny asked with an easy smile.
"I think I'd know if my best friends were in my room" he retorted with a snort.
"What about Anya…is that an owl?" Hermione asked as she appeared with her tooth brush in her hand.
"Apparently her and Harry are wondering about the house" Ginny said.
When she turned back to go to the kitchen she saw Harry and Anya standing there with their pant legs wet, Anya looking pale and Harry looking uncomfortable. Ginny rushed towards Harry and the two embraced as Anya looked on with a knowing smile.
"Oh why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Molly asked as she embraced the two teenagers. "Dumbledore" Anya said and Molly laughed. "That man" she said.
"Anya are you feeling alright dear?" Molly asked as she raised a hand to feel the young girls forehead.
"I'm fine Molly, just a tad bit queasy" she said, placing a hand on her still quivering stomach while Harry laughed.
"She took a trip with Apparation and didn't take to kindly to it" he laughed before groaning once Anya whacked him upside the head.
"So Apparation, didn't go too well did it?" Ron asked with a laugh as he walked behind her up the old rickety steps. Anya glared at him before kicking a leg back, catching him in the shin and grinned when he yelped before stumbling on the steps.
"You were saying Ronald?" Hermione giggled. "Women" Ron mumbled under his breath before hobbling up the steps.
"Once Anya gets ready for bed we'll meet you guys in Ron's room" Hermione said from the doorway to Ginny's room and the boys nodded before continuing up the stairs to Ron's room.
"Are you feeling any better?" Hermione asked as she sat down on the small bed she had been sleeping in as Anya pulled her pajamas out.
"Yeah I just wasn't expecting it I guess. It's not the most pleasant feeling in the world" Anya said before stripping off her clothes and pulling her pajamas on. Hermione nodded her head and looked curiously at the necklace she had never noticed hanging around Anya's small neck. She thought about asking when she had gotten it but thought twice, thinking it might have been once belonged to her mother. The subject of Anya's mother was touchy at best but Hermione tried to understand why it was hard for Anya to talk about her or to talk about the man her mother had entrusted her to.
"Alright I'm ready, lets go" Anya said as she pulled on her slipper boots before the two made their way up the stairs.
"When did you get here Hermione?" Anya asked as they entered Ron's room to find the two boys sitting on the floor, a copy of the Prophet burning in mid air.
"A few days ago…though for some time I wasn't sure if I was coming back" she said as she sat and Anya's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Mom almost had a cow about Gin and I going back to Hogwarts, she said it wasn't safe but dad talked her down" Ron said as Harry and Anya looked at him.
"My parents are muggles and even they know something's not right" Hermione added as she pulled her knees up to her chest.
"But it's Hogwarts, nothing's safer than being with Dumbledore" Harry defended as Anya nodded in agreement before crossing her legs Indian style.
"There's been a lot of talk recently that Dumbledore's…well that he's gotten kind of old" Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around her knees.
"He's only like…oh what is he?" Anya asked waving her hands in the air hoping the answer would come to her but looked to Ron for help.
"150, give or take a few years" Ron said and there was a moment of silence before they broke out into laughter. Anya watched as Harry burned his copy of the Prophet, Draco Malfoy's face going up in flames and she found herself in a less than joyful mood.