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ummmm okay, a little long, but not really. I kept ending it and then thought of more when I was out... SO YAY!!!!!

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Hope that you enjoy!!!!!!!!! and hopefully I will update soon before break is over!!!!!!!!!

AND I thought that you should know that everything remains up to the fifth year in the books... I hate Ron with Lavender, and Slughorn wasn't there 6th year, Dumbledore is not dead, and... well, any other questions or concerns should be told so that I can straighten anything out!

Chapter 11

I had spent most of the last night up, just staring at the ceiling, waiting for news, whether it was bad or if it was good. When I did wake up to Mrs. Weasly I didn't give it away that I had been up almost all night and only got two hours of sleep.

At breakfast I saw that no one else had dark circles under their eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder how they could sleep.

"Mum," Ginny started after everyone was done eating, "when is dad getting home?"

"He is at the office now, he will be home tonight."

"What happened? Why did my brother and Mr. Weasly have to leave?"

"You don't need to worry, now, all of you, go get dressed in work clothes; the garden needs to be taken care of because the gnomes are back."

Her voice was final, and she shooed us out of the kitchen to go change while she took care of the dishes.

"She never tells us anything," Ron said.

"She did once," Harry said, "Want me to try again."

"No," Hermione stated fast, "We can always just ask Fred and George later. They love to tell us everything"

"Or I could ask my brother, he will tell me, I just didn't want to go through the day worrying."

"He would really tell you? Why?" Ron asked.

"Cause, he loves me… I don't know, because I asked him, or, I could sit outside with you and try to see it, look for the reason why they had to leave."

"You didn't last night?" Hermione asked. "Why not?"

"I was to upset too think really. I try to be calm usually, it doesn't work to well if I am all upset and stuff, I need to be calm and relaxed, if I am not relaxed, usually results in me screaming and stuff."

"How about you don't then. It could be bad."

"You heard her though. Mr. Weasly is at the office, that is calming enough, wouldn't you say," I said as I stood in my doorway facing them. "But if you would rather wait, we can do that."

I turned and shrugged as I walked into my room as I heard harry and his friends start to talk as the moved up the stairs. I knew that one of the boys was going to ask me to try, maybe even Ginny.

I grabbed my black shorts that reached my knees and a white t-shirt to cover by black bra. I then had to dig around a little in my trunk for my black sleeveless zip up cotton vest.

Once I was dressed and ready, I made sure that my hair was brushed, the red highlights standing out, and that I had my gloves in my back pocket before I headed down stairs and out to the garden to help fight against the gnomes.

"Wow," Hermione said, "don't you think that you are going to get hot in that outfit?"

"Eh, at least I don't have to wear my black apron that I wear when I work at the local restaurant/bar back home. I am not allowed to go into the cooler ever. But then again, that complete outfit is actually leather, not cotton. Now, where are these gnomes that we are getting rid of?"

"Rid of, please," Ron said, "we just throw them over that wall over there. They will come back in a few days but mum wants them spread out again."

We set to work, and with lots of laughs coming from everyone as I slightly tormented the little things by hanging them upside down and poking at them. They all tried to bite me, but that was what the leather gloves were for, even if it was hot to wear them.

"So, tell me why these guys can swear such colorful words?"

"Fred and George. They came out and taught them how to swear. Mum still gets mad when she tries to de-gnome the place. But, Fred and George are geniuses."

"So I have heard. And almost saw."

We finished de-gnoming just as a boy came walking down the lane from a spot that he apperated to. I pointed to him with a questioning look, cause he wasn't a red head, and Ginny was the one that squealed and went running out to him.

"What is Dean doing here?"

"He is dating your sister Ronald," Hermione said as she shook her head as we watched Ginny and the boy Dean come walking over.

"Dean, this is Morgan Winter. She is from America and is spending the summer with us before coming to Hogwarts with us. Dean, Morgan. Morgan, Dean."

"Hi," I said shacking his hand.

"Nice to meet you. Harry, Ron, Hermione, how is everyone doing?"

After a chorus hellos and alright, Dean and Ginny went walking into the house to say hi to Mrs. Weasly, and the four of us went walking around to the back of the house to the woods to sit in the shade.

"So, Hermione, I have been meaning to ask you if I could borrow that book, the Hogwarts, A History book. I didn't buy it at the book store, I forgot."

"Yeah, I can get it for you when we get back inside."

I nodded and we sat in silence.

I leaned back and stared up and the little clouds that were softly flouting in the sky. None of us heard with apperating that happened, but we heard the yelling on my brother's voice calling out for me.

"Morgan!"

I sat up and shouted back, "Behind the house."

Charles came around the house and when he saw us, he moved towards us saying, "Of course, but you know that you forgot the red ribbon to complete your look, and the apron."

I leaned back again into the grass and chuckled, "Too hot for the apron, and I don't have any ribbons, and didn't feel like making one."

I popped up on my elbows and watched as he sat down in front of me, nodding to the other three.

"Did Mrs. Weasly say that you could not tell us what happened?" I asked.

"Yes she did, but I told her that because you are of age, you can know, but she made it clear that they didn't."

The two boys started to talk back, saying that they were of age when Charles continued.

"I told her that you three would probably figure it out soon anyway, so, I told her that I would tell you that she would like that you three went to the house and didn't listen, but I also told her that I wasn't going to make you."

"Talk fast," Ron said, "she is probably going to come out soon."

"There was a raid on a small muggle village. I can't say where, but only a few people made it out alive somehow. We aren't even sure how, but they did. Everyone else was killed with the Killing Curse. They missed three young children and a mother by ten minutes that had not come back from town yet."

"What is the cover story?"

"I don't know, that was up to Moody to come up with, by then I was leaving to find the women and children with Lupin. They were in shock last night but at least they are alive."

We sat in silence for a while just staring around. I could feel the hate and anger rolling off of everyone and yet no one tried to speak about anything. After a few more minutes my brother stood and said that he had to get back to work.

We said our goodbyes then Mrs. Weasly came out and called in Hermione and Ron, leaving Harry and I sitting alone in the shade under the trees.

"So," I said trying to think of something to break the silence, cause while I like the quiet, it was still weird sometimes. "How long until they finally get together, you think?"

Harry stared at me before a smile broke out on his face. "Sometimes I wonder how they are so blind to each other, with the fact that everyone can see it, yet they can't see it."

I laughed and said, "It was the same way with my brother and best friend, though they still had to wait until she was 17 to say that they liked each other, but they still went for about two months before they got up the nerve to talk about even trying to have a relationship. Stupid morons."

Harry chuckled.

"You should do that more often," I said looking at him with a smile. "Laugh, it sounds nice, when you do it care free."

He looked down at that and pulled his legs to his chest, setting his chin on his knees staring at the house.

"So, I am sorry about your friend, was it the same one that your brother…?"

"Yeah, those two… we had been friends forever, ever since muggle school as little kids. We lived in a muggle town in America. Mom and dad, they grew up in one too, I don't know when their families started living in them, but we did. I tried to stay away from people, the muggles, because I knew that once I got my letter to Salem's, I wasn't going to be around much, but Bethany, I could tell that she was a witch. She didn't know what she was doing, so when I told my parents they set everything up, bringing her and her parents over to the house to meet with the headmaster from the school. Her family was shocked, they had been so religious, but they started to see this as a gift and not a curse. And at eleven we got out letters."

"In school, before Salem's, you stuck together then. That must have been nice."

"It was nice having some one else that I could teach, and having someone else with me when the kids in our grade decided to label us as freaks. We were so glad when we got to leave to go learn magic. School was fun at Salem's, but surrounded by pureblood's that liked to make Bethany's life hell was bad, but we survived. It was touch and go for a while fifth and sixth year, but my brother and I got her threw it, with the help of her putting everything into her schoolwork and music. She was a great musician and song writer."

"Is that what she wanted to do after school, become a musician?"

I looked over at Harry, "I think so, and I mean she wanted to get more school here, but, I think that even with more school she would have still wanted to be a singer. She was always in the choir; she always loved singing."

I lay back down, and was surprised when harry laid down too, and closed his eyes.

I had questions that I wanted to ask him, but I didn't think that I had the right; even through I just told him the abridged version of my life story.

"How did she die?" Harry asked without opening his eyes or turning to look at me.

"She got sick, with a cancer called Leukemia. She under went Muggle treatments, her parents tried magical treatments, but they didn't work, so they tried muggle ones; they didn't work either. She died two months ago, but she said that she had fun before she had to stay in the hospital."

"Sorry that she is gone."

"Me too, but…" I stopped. I didn't know what to say, how to explain her to him. "She was Bethany, she was just Bethany."

We sat in a comfortable silence as a light breeze came and went, cooling off the air around us.

"What is Hogwarts like?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked over at me and saw that I was on my right side with my head on my head and my elbow digging into the ground staring at him with open eyes and my left hand on the ground playing with a blade of grass.

Harry sat up to face and look down at me before starting, "It is… home. A brilliant place to learn and the teachers, well most of them, are amazing. Do you have anything that you really want to know? Like about a certain teacher or class?"

"Well, I am taking Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Divination. So what are those teachers like?"

"Divination? Really? Why?"

"The fact that my teacher was a real seer, and that even though we were different in our abilities, she helped me."

"Well, depending on the teacher that you get, I don't know if you are getting Professor Trelawney or the Centaur Firenze, then for Transfiguration you will have Professor McGonagall, Potions is Professor Snape, and Dark Arts is Professor Garvin, but I am not sure if he is coming back. There was a rumor that he got sick a few days before classes were over, so who knows."

"Hmmm, Hermione said that no one likes the potions teacher, Professor Snape, why is that?"

"He hates anyone that is not in his House, he is the head of Slytherin House and always helps them, swings in favor of them."

"That is not very nice, but I bet that every teacher is partial to those that are either in there house or the house that they like better, and I would believe that Slytherin only has one teacher that does that for them, Professor Snape."

"Yeah, he is. What is it that you want to do after your N.E.W.T.S.?"

"I am not really sure. Travel I think. You know, once the war is over, once it is safe to go, I just want to go far away, see everything that the world has to show…"

We just stayed there and stared at each other, comfortably, as the breeze blew again and I could feel my hair move slightly.

"What is the spell that you used to change your hair?"

I smirked at him as I sat up, "trade secret, but I could, I don't know, show you on Hermione; give her colors in her hair without telling her."

Harry smiled but shook his head and pointed to Hermione and Ron walking back over to us, walking so close to each other that when they swung their arms their hands would brush, and not a light brush, a bump brush, but neither seemed to notice or mind.

I turned back to Harry and whispered, "I will teach you the spell later."

Ron sat down in front of Harry and Hermione sat in front of me, quite close, and not really noticing that Ron's hand was on top of Hermione's. I shot Harry a look and her smirked.

"What did Mrs. Weasley want?

"Oh, Pig was making a mess, and Mum wanted Hermione to feed Crookshanks cause she was getting annoying."

"What were you too talking about?"

I spoke first, "School." I couldn't help not bring up that I spilled half of my guts to Harry.

"She wanted to know about teachers and classes. Did you know that she is only taking four classes?"

"Really? What are they?" Hermione asked.

"Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Divination, then I will be living in the library too, I hope that you have a good one."

"Oh yeah, Hermione is always there, and she drags us along too."

As Hermione and Ron started a small argument I leaned over and whispered to Harry, "Bet she really doesn't have to drag him though?"

"Nope."

"What are you two talking about?"

We both snapped up and looked at Ron a smirk placed on our faces.

"Nothing," we both said before laughing.

They both stared at as and moved a few inches apart, but that still didn't stop Hermione from putting her hand out so that Ron covered it again.

"Wait, what and who is 'Pig'?"

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AND I thought that you should know that everything remains up to the fifth year in the books... I hate Ron with Lavender, and Slughorn wasn't there 6th year, Dumbledore is not dead, and... well, any other questions or concerns should be told so that I can straighten anything out!