Well here is chapter 5! I plan to write longer ones but i felt like it should be short ones that tell a simple problem leading to a bigger one to a solution. So the next one will be focused on Angelina and George and maybe the part with ANgelina and Ginny. (LOnger ones) Thank you fantabulousz for giving ideas and help that will be in the next chapter. A new chapter will either be tomorrow or Thursday depends on my agenda and Drama play rehearsals.

May 6th, 1998

It had been a two days since Fred's funeral. A dreary light came out of Ginny's bedroom. A drab of rink paint was scattered in a circular motion on her walls. White dull curtains flowed from the on going breeze of wind that seemed to go non stop. Ginny didn't know what she was feeling that day but all she could think of was Fred. Was she sorrow or nonchalantly dealing with her brother's death? She twiddled her fingers and stared into abyss at them.

Her father and her brother, Percy, were off to the Ministry to help finish the destruction from Voldemort's capture. A slight sense of humor came from Ginny when she thought of one of Fred's jokes. "Freddy I miss you,"

Her doorknob jittered and twisted. Out came Molly, Ginny's mother; her frizzy red hair and her floral dress that was covered with food stains. Molly carried a tray of cereals that were bought at a Muggle's shop up in the hills close by. Her smile warm smile and her genial face made Ginny smile for once. "Hi dear, I brought you some breakfast" She handed her a spoon and bowl of cereal.

"I'm fine, mum. How are you feeling today?" Ginny asked so dearly. Molly gave another warm smile.

"I am doing fine, still healing my injuries from the battle but I am doing well," She replied speaking once more. "Did you hear from Harry at all?"

"No, not since the funeral but he must be helping rebuild the School. Why you ask?" Molly gritted your teeth.

"Well, dear I was just wondering because I was hoping we could all meet on the eighth of May. Also say our goodbyes to Angelina before she goes off and visits her family."

Ginny thought. What was she up to? She acted different. But then again maybe she was avoiding the talk about Fred. "Yeah. That would be great."

Molly smiled in a reply. She started looking at Ginny's bedroom, glancing at each end of her room. "You know Ginny; we need to get this house cleaned. Go fetch Angelina and George, they are down stairs." Ginny nodded and stood from her bed. Creaks and squeaks were heard. It bothered Molly. "We should tune your bed as well,"

Her bed needed no tuning. It never bothered her or her mother before, what was she doing. But she still followed her orders to go fetch the two. She hurled herself down her steep steps in her awkwardly arranged house. George was busy mixing some 'breakfast' of his. Angelina sat at the table reading the new advanced Daily Prophet, that newly appointed Minister of Magic, Kingsley, had made. It contained valuable information and a full death list from the battle and the dates of funerals. Also it showed moving motion pictures of the building process of the new Hogwarts.

"Um, George, Angelina mum wants to see you two." George and Angelina looked at each other with a worried expression. "And me as well" They sighed, dropping the objects and following Ginny up the steps one more time.

They made it to where Molly was moving a small desk table out of Ron's room, who had gone with Harry and Hermione to Hogwarts. George gave an annoyed look. "Mum, what the hell are you doing? Moving every bodies stuff."

"It is what I call spring cleaning." Molly handed George a mop and bucket to George.

"Mum cant you do it with magic. Nope I will not allow your magic touch that mop," Molly explained facing Angelina now. "Sweetie, would you help dust the living room and once your finish would you mind helping George." Angelina did a nervous nod. Then Ginny was clutching a small shovel to fix the garden….

A day passed and the house was in an odd clean house. Many things had been moved around and their bedrooms had been renovated into a more cottage feeling but also a desperation feeling. Molly was placing vases of mourns onto the fireplace where Ginny started weaving a blanket for Angelina. Molly seemed to be more interested in cleaning and keeping herself preoccupied.

Ginny began to think that she was hiding something or trying to avoid a conversation. Ginny felt her mouth tingling and words spat out of her mouth. "Mum, are you doing this because of Fred"

Molly dropped her vase and it plummeted to the hard wood floor. She was stunned. She started to twitch. She got down to one knee and levitated the pieced into a bag on the couch. "What…makes you think that dear" She took a hard swallow.

"Well you never had acted this way before. It's like you are trying to find a remote place to stall yourself into thinking Fred is still here." Ginny cautiously answered.

"That is… not true" Molly lied.

"Yes it is mother; face it you are losing it. With having to care for all of us, losing a son, and almost feeling shunned from your feelings." Ginny provoked George and Angelina to come witness the catastrophe.

George butted in with the conversation. "Ginny what's wrong."

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Dear maybe you are feeling guilty but I am not harboring anything, how about you take a break"

"No, I don't." Ginny flew out the open door that let in a spring breeze.

"I'll handle it mum." George answered. But his arm was grabbed by Angelina.

"Don't, I'll talk to her." Angelina insisted. She ran after the elusive Weasley to the hill top…

Thought of the day- What do you think of the different Ginny and Molly? Feelings are different and their will depends on it..