Chapter 2- Preparations- Harry's POV

Ron,

After weeks and weeks of your family asking, I will come for dinner tonight! I'm really sorry I haven't been able to until now. I'll be there around 5, can't wait to see everyone.

-Harry

I finished the letter and attached it to Pig, who had just delivered a letter from Ron, asking for the tenth time this week if I could come around for dinner. I had to give them time without me around to heal as a family, something I was never able to do. It was the least I could do after all of the pain I caused their family. Mrs. Weasley always told me that I gave their family so much more than I could imagine, but I didn't see it. I just saw Fred's body lying cold and lifeless on the floor of the Great Hall, Bill's scarred face trying to smile and George's hole where his ear should be. The image of Mrs. Weasley's boggart skipped through my head and I ran a hand through my hair, not wanting to think of it anymore.

"Kreacher," I called and I heard the house elf wheeze up the stairs in order to get to Sirius's room, which I used as my own. I spent my days looking through documents and pictures, spending hours to find something that reminded me of who I was. Ever since the war, I lost who I was. I no longer had a goal to strive towards, my life had endless possibilities. I never thought this was going to happen to me, I always thought of myself as the person who had no choices, but now I do. I felt alone, which wasn't true, of course, I still had the Weasleys and Hermione and Luna and Neville and the rest of the DA and order that risked their lives for me.

"Master called?" the old house elf said and I smiled.

"Yes, Kreacher, I was just going to ask if I could help with lunch since I won't be around for dinner. I'm going to the Weasley's," I said with a small smile. I knew that Kreacher didn't love the Weasley's, but he respected them. They were purebloods after all.

"Of course, Master, but Kreacher doesn't need any help. Thank you, master," the elf told me, bowing low. He made his way down to the kitchen and I sighed, my thoughts turning to tonight.

I would be seeing Ginny for the first time in a long time. It wasn't that we were avoiding each other, it was just that we were both dealing with the events from a couple months ago. Hermione kept trying to get me to talk to her, but I wouldn't even know what to say. I could picture her hair blowing in the wind, like it did when she played quidditch. I could hear her musical laugh and smell her flowery scent. I could see the blazing look in her eyes and I smiled to myself a bit.

A couple hours later, I was dressed in nicer clothes and getting ready to leave. I was nervous, nervous to see the family I had been avoiding for the past couple of months, nervous to watch them hide the pain that they remembered when they would see me. With these happy, happy thoughts, I departed from number twelve, grimmauld place.

"Harry!" a higher voice yelled, hugging me within seconds of my arrival. Brown hair, that, wasn't as bushy as it used to be, covered my face.

"Hello, Hermione," I said with a smile. A tall, ginger boy with a grin covering his freckled face shook my hand asking me how I was doing.

"Good, mate, thanks. And you?" I asked Ron.

"I'm okay. Come on in, Mum is dying to stuff you with food," Ron said clapping a hand on my shoulder and steering me into the familiar house.

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