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After Harry stepped through the portrait hole with Ginny, Molly Weasley sat down hard on the sofa.
"Mum? Are you okay?" asked Bill. Molly slowly shook her head no. Silent tears started streaming down her cheeks. Hermione felt like she shouldn't be there so she sat down in a wooden chair in a corner and Fleur followed her example. Bill moved over to sit by his Mum. He snaked his arm around her shoulders. Ron sat down on the other side and put his hand on his Mum's knee. Molly started sobbing.
"It's all going to be okay. Everything will eventually go back to normal. I promise Mum," said Bill.
"How will it be okay when Fred will never be with us again?" Molly sobbed, her words barely understandable through her tears. The best she could do was just take it one day at a time, and even that was beginning to be too much.
Harry led Ginny to the portrait that hid the entrance to the kitchens. He reached out to tickle the pair, and the portrait swung open to allow them entrance. Harry stepped through first, Ginny followed. The kitchens weren't as busy as they had always been when Harry had visited before. Everything had an eerie feeling to it and quickly spotted out Kreacher making some sandwiches in the corner.
"Kreacher," said Harry. Kreacher jumped around at the sound of his master's voice, and jumped down off his stool and bowed low, his nose sweeping the ground.
"Hello, Master Harry." Kreacher said in his bullfrog voice. "Kreacher knew you would be coming sir. Kreacher made you some sandwiches."
"Thank you, Kreacher. I appreciate it." Harry turned his head to look at Ginny. She was looking around the kitchen and taking in the size. Harry nudged her and jerked his head toward a bench. They both sat down and Harry laid his shirt on the empty place next to him. Kreacher promptly brought the sandwiched over and another house elf, Winky sat down some tea and some pumpkin juice. They both bowed and backed away.
"Do you want pumpkin juice or tea?" Ginny asked.
Harry answered, "Tea, please." Ginny poured them both some tea. Harry grabbed a sandwich off the plate and took a bite. With a start, Harry realized he was really hungry. Harry wound up drinking two cups of tea and eating two sandwiches.
"A little hungry there, aren't you Harry?" teased Ginny with a smile.
"You know it," he answered. Ginny placed her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry sighed he could stay like this forever. But, he knew they couldn't. Him and Ginny need to talk, badly. He knew now wasn't the right time. It would have to wait, no matter how bad he wanted Ginny to be his again, it would have to wait. Ginny sat up and looked at Harry. They just stared into each other's eyes. They both jumped when the portrait swung open. Charlie stepped in.
"Come on guys. We're leaving for the Burrow. We're taking Fred. Mum said be ready by one o'clock." He spoke in a grave voice. They both nodded. Charlie stepped back through the portrait hole and left them alone again. Harry kissed Ginny on the cheek and stood up. Harry grabbed his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. Ginny followed. Kreacher spotted them leaving and waved goodbye. Harry nodded and stepped through the portrait hole. They walked back to the Gryffindor common room, hand in hand.
At one o'clock in the afternoon: Harry, Hermione, and all of the Weasley's left at Hogwarts were in McGonagall's office ready to floo back to the Burrow. Harry didn't have anything at Hogwarts so he just carried his shirt, wand, and the pouch that Hagrid had gave him before he went on the hunt for Horcruxes. Ron didn't have anything to carry and neither did Hermione. Ginny had her trunk. Charlie, Bill, Arthur, and George had already left with Fred's body so they could make arrangements.
"Ok, Ginny, you go first," said Molly. Molly's eyes were red and puffy from crying. Ginny levitated her trunk and stepped into the fireplace and took a handful of floo powder.
"The Burrow," she said clearly. Molly was up next. Ron and Hermione followed. McGonagall stepped into her office as soon as Harry was about to step into the fireplace.
"Potter! May I have a word with you?" she asked.
"Sure Professor."
"I appreciate everything you have done for this school. Your parents would be proud Potter. Without you, none of us would be alive today." He looked like he was about to protest. "No Harry, let me finish." Harry didn't notice the use of his first name. "There will be a memorial service for everyone who perished in the war. If you would, Harry, would you be the one to carve Remus' name onto the stone. Don't feel obligated to. I just thought I would ask you first." Harry had tears running down his face at the mention of Remus' name. How could he not do it?
"Of course Professor. What time does it start?"
"At eleven o'clock. Please tell the Weasley's."
"Of course," replied Harry. He took one last look around the Headmaster's office. It was the headmistresses' office now. He noticed something with a start. There was no picture of Snape on the wall. Every other professor had a portrait. Harry spun on his heals to face McGonagall.
"Is there something wrong Potter?"
"Uh, yes Professor. Snape's portrait isn't on the wall. And his body needs to be brought in from the Shrieking Shack." Harry answered.
"Snape! I agree. I will send somebody out there to get the body. But he was a Death Eater. He was a traitor to this school!" Her face started to heat up. Harry quickly answered,
"No Professor, he wasn't. He was on our side the whole time. Him and Dumbledore were always working together to protect me because Snape loved my mother. He felt guilty about her death. Dumbledore planned his death with Snape since he was already dying from a cursed ring, Professor. Snape saved my life numerous times." She looked like she didn't believe him. He started to get annoyed. "If you don't believe me, look in the pensieve. His memories are still in there. Once you get done looking at them, please don't show them to anyone else. I need to get going. Goodbye Professor." The last glimpse he got of was her waving with a stunned look on her face.