"Ginny we're about to eat!" Hermione said standing next to Ginny's bed. Ginny pulled the covers over her head.

"In a minute," she mumbled. Suddenly Ginny's covers were thrust from over her head and pulled down. Hermione had opened the window and light flooded in, momentarily blinding her. She reluctantly moved her legs so her feet rested on the ground, but her torso remained on the bed. Hermione took Ginny's hands and pulled her up. Ginny groaned but steadied her body and followed Hermione out the door.

It took her from the time she left her room to the time she went down all the stairs to realize that she hadn't even looked in the mirror. She turned to run back upstairs when Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled her to the table. She was still half asleep but the faint reflection of herself from the pan of sausage in front of her made her groan.

She looked like hell. Ginny quickly ran her fingers through her hair trying to tame the mass. It was tangled and frizzy.

"Ugh!" Ginny said.

"You look fine," Harry said as he reached her chair. She didn't seem satisfied and continued to run her fingers through her hair. "You look great Ginny, don't worry about it." Harry reached down and put his hand over hers to stop her from combing her hair. He noticed the pink tinge growing on her cheeks, but before he had the chance to say anything Mrs. Weasley was shoving a plate in front of her. Harry had dragged a crazy looking Ron down the stairs before his mother could jump down his throat.

"Eat! Quickly now you two we have a lot to do today!" She said putting eggs and sausage on Harry's plate and thrusting it at him.

Ginny glanced over at Harry who was now digging into his breakfast. She remembered last night when he was apologizing for something, but he never quite got the chance to tell her what he was apologizing for. She was dying to know what he was going to say. She blushed as she remembered her mother's question last night.

"We haven't got all day lot!" She called tossing more food onto plates.

Harry glanced at Ginny and grinned about Mrs. Weasley. She smiled back, but seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

"Ronald Weasley, sit down!" She snapped pulling a chair out from under the table and reaching up to push her son down into the chair. He looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open. "We have so much to do today," Mrs. Weasley muttered.

"Mum, do you need some help?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. I need you lot to go get ready!"

This time it was Ginny's turn to grab Harry's arm. She pulled him out of his chair and to the stairs by his hand.

"Mum'll be after you if you don't hurry up. Take my dear brother with you while you're at it," she snapped as she looked at Ron gazing into nonexistence. "He's loony," she said shaking her head.

"Ron! Come on!" Harry yelled. Ron finally snapped out of it.

"Bloody hell! How'd I get down here?" He asked looking around. Ginny rolled her eyes and ran up the stairs to get ready.

Hermione was downstairs and ready first. She wore an off-white spaghetti strapped dress with a dark belt. Her sandals were the same color as her belt and a small silver necklace rested on her chest. Her curly brown hair had a wide side part and her purse was slung over her shoulder. Hermione turned to the stairs as she heard feet padding down it. Ron appeared wearing worn jeans, a green t-shirt, and black tennis shoes.

"Hermione!" He said startled as he saw her waiting at the foot of the stairs. Hermione hadn't talked to him since last night after dinner when she told him he was an inconsiderate git. He smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't thinking. Of course you'd be upset after all that's happened lately."

Hermione was surprised that he had apologized so soon. When his smile became more sincere she remembered how much she loved him. "It's okay Ron," she said. His smile grew and he hugged her.

"I really am sorry," he said.

"Yeah alright, enough sucking up," she laughed. He kissed her quickly, and then realizing what he did immediately pulled back and looked away.

Hermione's face turned crimson. "Did he really just kiss me?" She thought. By the look on his face she could tell that he had.

"Ronald Weasley," she said surprised. She didn't have anything to follow though.

The awkward silence was broken as Harry bounded down the stairs. He looked funnily at Hermione and Ron.

"What's up with you two?" He asked.

"Nothing," Hermione quickly replied. Though he didn't believe her he let it go as Ginny had just come downstairs.

She wore dark wash skinny jeans, a loose white blouse, black flats, and a large gold necklace. Harry just stared at her as she reached the main floor.

"Wow. Ginny, you look great!" Harry said. He then seemed slightly embarrassed and looked around. "I thought we were in a rush, where's your mum?"

"I'm here, I'm here," Mrs. Weasley said fluttering down the stairs. "Okay, let's go dears." She held out the flower pot.

"Diagon Alley!"

Once they all arrived Harry split with the Weasley's and went into Gringotts and was led to his still quite full vault. After gathering a rather large sum of money he left. Harry had been doing a lot of thinking and had come to the conclusion that he needed to get a place of his own. He couldn't rely on Mrs. Weasley's charity for his whole life.

Sadness washed over him as he passed Eeylops Owl Emporium. He loved Hedwig, but she was gone and he needed a new owl now. After taking a deep breath he walked in.

It was just as he had recalled it. The room was dark, the walls lined of owls in all shapes and sizes. He walked around the room, looking for one that caught his eye. A barn owl with a flat white face hooted softly and spread her long wings for him. She was very pretty with a white stomach and brown wings and back.

"She's a barn owl," the lady behind the counter said as she followed Harry's gaze.

"I think I'll take her," he said.

Five minutes later he walked out of the Owl Emporium with an owl in a metal cage. He knew Moose, his new owl, wouldn't replace Hedwig, but she would be something new in his life.

Harry met up with the Weasley's who had met with a funeral planner and together they went into Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions to get fitted for matching dress robes that they would all wear to the funeral. Mrs. Weasley was on the brink of a breakdown. She still couldn't get over the fact that Fred was gone.

For the rest of the day the group went from store to store preparing everything for the funeral that would take place on Thursday. Everything had to be perfect for the final goodbye.