Chapter 3

The lost will

A fire with a green glow was burning as another Death Eater fell to the ground. Softly, a figure came from the darkness. A Phoenix song was heard and the figure placed his hand on the arm of his victim. The unconscious man twitched a little, as the man from the darkness set his arm on fire. A soft cry escaped the man' lips and the dark figure smiled cruelly.

"Now you get what you deserve," the man spat. But he had more of a boy' voice. The figure made a complex gesture and the Death Eater vanished. Then, as silently as he had come, the man disappeared.

The wind carried with it a small note. Only the wind seemed to find it important what happened here tonight. A small amount of ash was blown away with that wind, but no one in the house knew what happened. Not even the chickens…

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Ginny Weasley woke up in the early hours of the morning. It was the last day of the summer vacation and tomorrow she would leave for her fourth year at Hogwarts. On the one hand, she really wanted to see everyone again and to get out of this depressing house. On the other hand, the fact that Harry had been unable to finish his fourth year was a scary thought.

She shook of the depressing thoughts away and ran down the steps. Her mother, like always, was cooking breakfast and smiled at her.

"Good morning, sweet heart," Molly Weasley said to her only daughter.

"Good morning mum," Ginny said, giving her mother a good morning kiss. She took a seat and her mother gave her a plate of breakfast. "Thanks mum."
Mrs. Weasley gave her a soft smile and resumed her cooking. Ginny ate her breakfast in silence.

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After about thirty minutes the kitchen was starting to get more crowded. Her father and Percy had left for work, Fred and George were talking in a corner of the living room and Ron was eating his breakfast very slowly. Ever since Harry was gone, he didn't seem to be hungry anymore.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Ron asked. Ginny looked at him. Her brother looked nervous, as if he was trying to make a decision on something.

Ginny smiled at him. "Sure." Ron stood up from the table and started to walk up the stairs again.

Ginny shot her mother a questioning glance, but her mother only had eyes for Ron' back. Who could blame her?

Ginny followed Ron up the stairs to his room. Ginny had never liked her brother's room, it was too orange. But now even the room seemed to have lost its glow.

"I was packing for tomorrow when I found this." The room was covered in different items that Ginny guessed used to be in his trunk.

Ron was holding out a piece of paper. "Go one, take it."

Ginny looked at him strangely before she took it. "It actually started out as a joke; we never thought to use it."

Ginny looked in shock at the paper. "This is Harry's will!"

Ron nodded. "We each wrote one after we had that fight. It was sort off our thing. I remembered it, when Harry died and told Dumbledore. That's when we all went looking for it. Even Sirius and Remus know."

Ginny cried as she read it.

This is the will of Harry James Potter, son of the late James and Lily Potter. Witness Ronald Billius Weasley. That I may have died fighting.

For Sirius Orion Black, who is innocent and has never betrayed my parents, I leave the Marauders Map and my Invisibility Cloak.

To Remus John Lupin, I leave my family locket that I found in the vault one day and my dairy that I kept for my health. I also leave to him a part of my money.

To Arthur and Molly Weasley and their children I leave the rest of my money. To Ronald I leave my Firebolt and to Ginny I leave my heart and my family ring, which too I found in my family vault.

To Hermione Jean Granger I leave all the good advise she gave me and leave her some advice too. Please, see past Ron's thick head and be happy with him.

To Rubeus Hagrid I leave my trunk and Hedwig that he may take good care of her.

To Professor Albus Dumbledore I leave my books and notes that he may find them interesting.

To all my friends I leave my photos, so they can divide them between each other.

If they have not found it jet, there are a few items under the loose floorboard under my bed at the Dursley's.

This is my will and let no-one think otherwise.

To all my friends, you were the family I never had and I thank you for it.

"What does he mean that he gave his heart to me?" Ginny looked at her brother is confusion and hope. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were covered in tears streaks.

"It means that he loved you Gin," Ron said, taking a seat on his bed. "He told me the day we made this and the day before he entered the maze."

Ginny landed on the bed next to her brother. "Why? Why didn't he tell me? Does Hermione know?"

Ron shook his head. "I didn't want to wake her up, but what do we do now?"

"Go to the headmaster off course," another voice sounded from the doorway. Brother and sister looked up and both saw Hermione standing in the doorway. She still had her pyjama on.

Ron turned red. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked, his voice turning into a horse whisper.

Ginny grinned at her brother's reaction. Harry was right, Ron could be completely insensitive, but when it came too Hermione…

"Long enough," Hermione said and she took the will that Ginny was holding out. Hermione scanned it, laughed and let a few tears drop. "The rest will want to see this too." And she took it with her.

Ron and Ginny shared a look, before they followed her downstairs. They could hear their mother say something and drop another. When they reached the kitchen they had already planned their escape.

Mrs. Weasley was crying again, pressing her handkerchief against her face and a broken bowl was lying in pieces around her feet. Hermione was sitting in one of the chairs, her head low and staring at Harry' will as if she was trying to make it go away.

"Mum, let's contact Sirius and Professor Dumbledore. I think they'll want to know." Ginny's voice was still a bit shaking, but her massage came through. Mrs. Weasley nodded and walked towards the fireplace.

Hermione looked up while Mrs. Weasley made the fire call. "Ron," she said, looking a bit unsure. "Can we talk?"

Ron turned a bit red, but nodded and they both left the kitchen. "I'm coming!"

Ginny looked at the fireplace and shielded her eyes in time. And there he was, Sirius Black, late godfather of Harry Potter. The one man she wanted to talk too.

"Where is it?" His voice was raw, either from crying or shouting. His hair was a mess, his clothes were worn out and his eyes seemed a bit glassy.

Mrs. Weasley showed him the will. Sirius took it and started too read. The moment he fell into a chair with a great sigh, the flames turned green again to reveal Remus Lupin. He looked a bit better then his friend, but it seemed that they had 'infected' each other.

Sirius finished reading it for the second time, before he let out a small and sad laugh and gave it too his best friend. "He's just like Lily, with a hint of James."

Remus started reading it and Ginny smiled. "You make him sound like a recipe." Sirius looked at Ginny and smiled too. "And maybe you're right, but I liked him that way."

Remus finished and sighted. "You're right, Sirius, he does sound like Lily. We will never forget his generosity. But where is Ron? I thought he was the one who found it?"

Ginny grinned. "Hermione kidnapped him. I think she is following Harry's advice."

The kitchen exploded with happiness and laughter. After two months of mourning, all of them had found peace. The spirit of Harry Potter brought them happiness and many memories. When she would go back to school tomorrow, Ginny wouldn't feel sad or too distracted. She would go too school; she would go with her head held high…

A/N: This is not a; "we need to destroy the Horcruxes!" story. This story begins at the end of part four. And I'm making it different. So NO Horcruxes. But thanks for reviewing.