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Chapter 17: The Library

"Welcome!" We all shouted as each new person made his or her way out of the fireplace. I would hug them, my parents would shake their hands, and Zach changed it up for each person. He wasn't as much of a stickler like the rest of us, apparently. Zach's mom had arrived, then Hermione and her parents, quickly followed by the Weasely's, which took so long it was comical. Red head after red head, stepped out of the fireplace, but the one face I wanted to see never appeared. George had walked in and tried to trick me, but I knew it was him, even for twins they look different. Fred still wasn't there. Except no one else seemed to figure it out.

"Is everyone here?" My mom asked, already counting the number of heads to see how she was going to fit everyone.

"No." I said, immediately.

"Two more to come." Zach announced.

"Two?" I asked him, quietly. "There is only Fred."

"And Bill." He added. The corner of his lips tugged up only the slightest bit like he was trying to hold laughter in. I couldn't stop thinking or talking about Fred.

I looked around and counted the red heads, and only came up with 4 kids, 2 adults. I stared at the fireplace, waiting anxiously. Calm down, I thought, it's only been 5 days; you can wait another 5 minutes. Still, I couldn't help but think about all the worst-case scenarios, like he got lost in a fireplace or forgot to throw the powder in and burned alive instead. I looked around and no one else seemed to be worried, so I tried to hide my fears. You will walk out of the fire…now. Right on cue, Fred stumbled out of the fireplace along with his brother Bill following calmly behind him. Fred, however, was smiling, while Bill gave me more of a smirk. Wow, that never works, maybe I really am magic.

Fred walked up to Zach first and did a bro hug, you know the ones where they shake hands and then get in closer to pat each other on the back. Accompanied with a "Hey man" or "What's up". He shook hands politely with my parents, and then it came to me and he just nodded. I smiled back. What was that? Did I do something wrong? Is there something on my face? Is Zara somewhere in this room and I don't see her? I tried to catch Zach's eyes to see if he thought anything of it, but he was listening to my mother who was making an announcement.

"Hello everyone! And welcome to our home." She started then looked to my dad to see if he was going to pick it up, but he was in a conversation already with Arthur about his injury. "I know Auden will take over with the planning and where everyone is sleeping. Kids if you would like to go upstairs with Auden, go ahead. And the rest of us adults can have happy hour."

I climbed up the stairs and directed them all into my room, where they found seats on chairs, a sofa my bed, and the floor. I counted them. Bill and Charlie had chosen to be with the adults, so they can share a room, and of course each couple could share a room. Which led Hermione and Ginny for girls and Zach, Harry, Ron, George, Fred. The boys could sleep in the bunk bed room in the guesthouse and the girls would have their own room. Which meant we now needed a place for Zach's mom, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and Bill and Charlie. I'll put Zach's mom and Mr. and Mrs. Granger in our two guest room in the main house, then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie, and Hermione and Ginny would get the three guest rooms I the guest house.

While I calculated, everyone had moved on with conversations. I didn't even notice, until I had finished.

"I figured it out!" I announced. Their conversations died down and they followed me back down the stairs and outside.

The guesthouse was 2 stories; the bottom had a living area, a kitchen, dining room and a game room along with 2 of the bedrooms. The other bedrooms were on the second floor; there was also another living room and a mini library/office where I kept all my books that I could never get rid of.

As soon as everyone claimed a room, I went to look through the books. It felt like forever since I had seen them. Most of the books were the ones were on the older side because all the newer ones were on a bookcase in my bedroom. I ran my fingers over the spines and picked out a few to skim through. Occasionally my eye got caught on a highlighted word of phrase or a note made with pen, which I reread and analyzed with great detail. I was so focused on reading I didn't notice anyone else in the room, until a curtain of darkness fell over my eyes.

"Who is it?" They asked obviously disguising their voice.

"Ginny?"

"My voice is not that high."

"And you're hands are too rough." I said. "Zach?"

"Nope."

"You're right his voice is nicer."

"Hey." This time Fred didn't disguise his voice and immediately dropped his hands because now I knew who he was. "My voice isn't bad, is it?"

"Honestly the fact that you're worrying about that concerns me." I smiled taking a seat on the desk placed in the middle of the room.

"I just…never mind." Fred said waving off the first two words. "Nice house you got here, very large."

"Kinds of needs to be large if you never leave." I told him, putting back the book I still had in my hands. "Besides, I like them big."

I glanced to Fred to see his reaction. It either had flown over his head or it wasn't as funny as my grinning face thought it was because his face was flat. Not a single glint of playfulness or acknowledgement of my joke.

"Why would you need to? I mean you have all the books in the world right here." He looking closer.

"This is far from the world's biggest collection." I said, joining him. "I probably have no more then 250."

"More then I have." He said.

"You can borrow one, while you're here, if you want." I offered.

"Not my thing, although show this to Hermione and she'll go crazy." Fred smiled and looked at me. "I'm sorry for being a complete arse this semester."

"Don't worry, I got kind of bitchy too." I admitted. "And apology accepted. I'm just glad we're friends."

"Yup, just friends." Fred said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. Maybe I was just imagining things.

"We need to figure out something to do with all these people." I thought out loud.

"Don't look at me." Fred held his hands up in surrender.

"Good point, it can't include magic." I though out loud. "I got it: Hunter and Hound dog. And then we could play Fugitive tonight. And there could be a scavenger hunt another day and Truth or Dare. Oh my god, we have to write this down. And we have to do Assassin, but we should get something really gross and messy. And Kick the Can and Marco Polo and Mafia. I swear we are going to play all the games I never got to because I've never had any friends."

"That's kind of sad, the way you just said it." Fred commented.

"Shut up and I'll let you be my partner for the scavenger hunt." I said.

"Fine, what do you need to help me with."

"Planning."