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"Mrs Weasley, I really don't want to talk about the last ten months at the moment, a lot to process, and I think before we do tell, Ron, Hermione and I need to talk, and for all of us to be ready to tell you." During his speech Harry noticed the different emotions flashing across all the Weasley's faces: Bill immediately understood, even before Harry answered his mother's questions that the trio wouldn't yet, if ever reveal what they were doing on their journey remembering when they showed up to Shell Cottage how tight lipped they had been. Charlie and George weren't paying attention, at the time the question was asked, Charlie was trying to comfort his brother. Both Percy and Ginny had looks of annoyance on their faces, with Percy wondering off muttering about getting some more sleep. Mr and Mrs Weasley were both shocked, the fact that three of their children, who were barely of age went through such a traumatic time that they couldn't yet talk about it, the realisation came crashing down in front of their face at just how close they were to losing any one of them, but at how many occasions, they didn't know.

Ginny however wouldn't give in. Soon after Mr and Mrs Weasley left the trio sitting where they were, she turned on them.

"You've been gone for almost a year, you disappeared, and you didn't bother to check if we were okay or let us know you were alive, you were just gone. And now, now you won't even tell why it was so bloody important for you to leave in the first place. Don't you think you owe us some answers!"

Her questioning continued throughout the morning, with the rest of the family trying to make plans for when they went back to The Borrow, left the trio alone, however, due to this planning Ginny's questioning went unnoticed. It wasn't until Ron snapped that the rest of the family noticed something was going on.

"Why don't you just drop it Ginny. Your supposed to be grieving for your brother, who in case you didn't notice died in the battle which we still bear the wounds from, but no you want answers because you are so unbelievably selfish, and just want to be in the know, because of course its 'all about dear little Ginny' We're not going to tell you" with out another word he turned on his heel and climbed out of the portrait hole.

"Ginny, next time you talk, think before you speak, we have only just the three of them back and now your sending Ron away again. And don't try to act innocent because you know he is right" (Bill added as she started to argue). "Now I don't want to hear that you spoke another word to about their trip to any one of them." Bill looked over to his parents, his mother still staring at the spot where Ron dissapeared "I am going to go and find him"

"No Bill we'll go, I think I know where he is anyway" it was the first time Hermione had spoken since last night; her voice was contorted with pain and was horse. With no further word, she and Harry rose from their seats and left through the portrait hole.

They made their way down the familiar path to the willow tree, where the tree of them had spent a much happier time.

"Hermione, he is not here"

"I know, but I wanted to give him some breathing time, I don't want him to think we were watching him. Anyway I needed to get some air, and we haven't really had much of a chance to speak to each other since everything. Are you alright, you haven't really said much."

"Neither have you, but I'll be okay, it will take time. Anyway we have more pressing issues to talk about," he gave Hermione a mock pointed look, "like you kissing Ron, in the middle of a battle might I add, and then waking up in his bed. Care to explain"

"Not really, but I don't get a choice do I?" she glanced up at Harry who smiled and shook his head; she wasn't going to get out of this one. "The kiss, well to be honest I didn't quite know what I was thinking, I just did it. As for waking up in his bed, we talked last night, there were isues we needed to discuss."

"So what did you discuss?" although he asked the question, he knew he probably wouldn't get the answer.

"That Mr Potter is classified information, although we did agree to take things slow. Just, please don't tell anyone just yet, I really don't think it is the right time"

"Okay, you have a deal."

"Aright then, we should go and find him. Hopefully he has calmed down now."

"How do you kow where he is anyway? I haven't got a clue"

"Use your common sense Harry, what was the most important thing he mentioned to Ginny?"

"Oh" suddenly realisation dawned on Harry, he got up and followed Hermione "How is it that you know everything?" he asked as they made their way back into the castle.

They made their way to the seventh floor, where they found Ron sitting on top the rubble that scattered on the ground, staring at his feet, his hands holding tightly on to his hair, almost pulling it out strand by strand, expressing his emotion pain through physical. Without saying anything, Hermione walked over and sat beside Ron, pulled his head into her chest where they both started sobbing. They were both wrapped up in their emotions that neither one noticed Harry move to sit beside Ron, with one hand he placed it on Ron's shoulder and with the other one grabbed Hermione's, he too felt the hot tears slowly fall down his cheeks.