Chapter 4: Explanations

Do I still need the disclamer? Anyways, I don't own shit. I live in my parent's basement, lol, I'm kidding. And, 'Concerned Guest', thank you for your reviews but Nyla is one of Ginny's best friends. And her being good at all positions in Quidditch relates to me in softball. I'm good at all positions but I'm the best at pitcher. Since, Katie Bell already graduated from Hogwarts, the Quidditch Team's going to need a new Chaser.

Now, time for the chapter.

It was a dark and windless night (A/N: What up book reference?!) the inhabitants of the Burrow could be found sleeping. Three inhabitants could be found stirring. One, who was rather handsome, with untidy raven-colored hair, brilliant emerald green eyes, round glasses, and a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. Another one, who was rather beautiful, with fiery red hair, chocolate colored eyes with gold flecks, and freckles everywhere. The last one, who was rather pretty, with dark bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and a cluster of freckles on her nose.

Harry Potter woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. His brow furrowed as he tried to force himself to not think of his nightmare. He checked the time. A quarter to midnight. He knew he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep so he cast a Silencing Charm on his feet as he pulled on his dressing gown and walked down the crooked stairway. He cast Muffilato on the door to the kitchen and proceeded to make hot chocolate. He was leaning against the counter waiting for the kettle to heat up when he heard footsteps. He looked toward the steps and saw Ginny Weasley tip-toeing down the steps.

"Nightmare," they questioned each other at the same time. They both grinned and nodded. "Hot chocolate?" he said as he nodded toward the kettle.

"Yes please." Despite being raised with six brothers, she still had manners.

Harry knew this was the right time to explain to Ginny what happened the last year. He owed her an explanation and he was very grateful that she wasn't cross with him. He knew that their relationship had to be one-hundred percent honest. No more not telling each other anything. When the hot chocolate was done they made their way over to the sitting room and sipped in comfortable silence.

"Want to talk about it," Harry asked her.

"Sure… you go first, she said as she laid her head on his shoulder. He told her about his nightmare and she sat and listened as he told his story in silence. It felt to get at the most a quarter of the stuff off his chest.

"Your turn," he told her. And she told him of her repetitive nightmare that had progressed in to something more… horrifying this past year.

"If it's not, erm… too much trouble I'd like to hear what happened while you three were… away," she said. Perfect entrance, Harry thought. Harry nodded and she asked if he was going to tell everyone. Harry nodded in acceptance; they needed to know… eventually.

Beginning to end, he thought firmly, beginning to end. He told her everything, from the end of the wedding to Harry's showdown with Moldyshorts in the Great Hall. When he told her of the events in Malfoy Manner she gasped in horror but didn't say anything. When he told her of walking in the forest, her eyes watered, yet no tears fell.

"The last thing I thought of before I died was you." Her eyes widened in surprise. "I truly love you with all my heart, Ginevra." Ginny hated her full. And she threatened to hex anyone who said it. But, 'Ginevra' coming out of Harry's mouth sounded wonderful and lovely and amazing, she thought.

"I love you, too, Harry. With all my heart. When Hagrid was carrying your supposed 'dead body' it felt like I died too. I don't really know how to explain…but…it felt like I was ripped in two. Except… you're still alive and sitting right here with me. Only if the same thing happened with F-fred…" Harry kissed her on the forehead. He was stroking her hair when he felt her breathing even out.

Molly Weasley was very surprised to find Harry and Ginny's limbs tangled together on the sofa. Harry looked a little closer to his age and Ginny didn't have her brows furrowed. Harry was like Remus, she thought. Remus looked to be years older than he actually was. She was saddened by the thought of him. And that single thought leads her to other people that died. Like Tonks… and Fred. But she was determined not to let it ruin her day. She looked up to the man lying on her couch. He had lost so many yet she'd never seen him cry. He'd lost almost everyone that he loved, and yet he still stayed strong. He was raised by those horrid Muggles, and yet he was one of the most charming and kind people she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. She Summoned a blanket and placed it on top of them with a smile on her face. She busted around the house until it was time to start breakfast. Hermione and Nyla tip-toed down the steps looking for Ginny. She was definitely in the room when they went to sleep. They found her in the lounge sleeping on the settee with Harry. They looked at each other then smiled. Harry and Ginny looked peaceful for once. They walked into the kitchen to help Molly with breakfast. She told them to wake the boys and to not disturb Harry and Ginny. If the boys disturbed them, Nyla and Hermione were allowed to hex boys, except George, tip-toed down the steps and in to the kitchen looking outraged at the sight of Harry and Ginny sleeping together.

George was quiet, he rarely talked to anyone. He didn't participate in meals, and now he wouldn't even come down for one. He rarely saw sunlight and sunlight rarely saw him. Bill offered to bring breakfast to George. When he saw George, he looked horrid. He had dark circles around his eyes, he wasn't smiling, and he didn't have that mischievous twinkle in his eye. It was upsetting to Bill because George…just isn't George without his mischievousness. I guess losing your brother, your best friend, and the other half of you doesn't make you, you anymore, the oldest Weasley brother thought as he walked out of the room. As he walked down the steps, he heard shouting.

"Harry and Ginny aren't old enough!"

"Mum! Why do you allow this?"

"Ginny's too young!"

"He doesn't love her!"

"And how the fuck do you know?"

"Because! They're too young!"

"You weren't there! You don't know what happened!" Was that… Hermione? Hermione just swore… Merlin, this must be serious.

Harry and Ginny woke up to sounds of shouting and pulled out their wands. They glanced questioningly and towards the door of the sitting room. They heard their names and not old enough and then rolled their eyes. Harry put his wand back in his pocket and Ginny left hers out. She might need to hex someone. They looked at each other in surprise when they heard Hermione swear.

"Never thought I'd see the day," Harry whispered. Ginny chuckled and shook her head.

"Neither did I." They inched their way toward the door of the sitting room. Ginny slowly opened it, but no one heard because all of the shouting. Ginny was about to yell when Harry shot her a look saying: I've got this.

"ENOUGH! (A/N: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THESE MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES ON THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANE! -Samuel L. Jackson, Snakes [Snapes] on a Plane. I had too, I'm sorry.)" Harry bellowed. Everyone ceased their arguing and turned to stare Harry. Their eyes widened because they didn't know Harry could be that loud. "What is this shit about?" he yelled over the silence. Even Ginny was looking at him in surprise. Once again, everyone started talking over each other trying to explain what was going on because Harry commanded respect—he made you feel respected until you gave him a reason not to. It made you respect him because he's that kind of bloke—especially when he's angry. "OI!" he yelled. "One person!"

Nyla stepped forward. "These arseholes are arguing about you and Ginny sleeping on the settee. They're talking shit about how you two are young. Personally, I think it's adorable… but that's just my opinion…" she trailed off.

"Mine too," Hermione said quietly. They heard a shout from upstairs that sounded like George saying, "Mine three!"

"Mine four," Molly added.

Arthur chuckled and said, "Mine five." George came bounding down the steps. That was the first time he left his room. And… he was grinning. He clapped Harry on the back.

"Good luck," he whispered in Harry's ear. "I'm off to see Lee." And he was gone, out the door. That was odd.

"Anyway, care to explain the problem," he asked the silent group.

"You're too young to be sleeping together," Charlie said firmly. Ginny rolled her eyes. She made eye contact with her mum and then looked at her wand. Molly nodded in acceptance. Permission to hex someone! Fuck underage sorcery. This was serious! she thought.

"That was the best sleep I've had in years!" Ginny cut in. Harry nodded in agreement. She eyed her mum again, asking if she could swear. Molly nodded again. "So if any of you have a problem with it, and want to take sleep away from me, I don't give a shit!" She raised her wand. And they eyed it warily. "If any of you would like to come forward and say something! I'm all ears." Harry could hear the wind blowing, it was so silent.

"Sorry," all of the Weasley brothers said simultaneously.

"You'd better be." she snarled. Ginny sat down at the table next Hermione and Harry sat next to her. Breakfast was such a strained affair. The air was so tense you could slice it with a knife.

"Oh, piss off," Harry groaned. Percy was eyeing him and Harry was getting annoyed. Everyone sniggered, even Percy and Molly.