I'm sorry for the last one, but I needed it to happen seen as nobody gave me any advice on how to finish it! It was also the twentieth chapter so I needed it to be good and something decent not another one about how happy and perfect their lives are because that's just unrealistic.

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The next three weeks were, in a word, awful. Hermione was getting more and more stressed with all her revision, Ron was seriously starting to worry and I didn't really see more than a glance of Harry. I wondered around in some sort of stupor and somehow, we managed to win the Quidditch cup in their last week, the Saturday after their final exam on the Friday. They had a week left – a week that would probably be full of memories and fondness. I didn't want to ruin that for them with my bubble of sadness and so I avoided speaking to anyone.

The first time we spoke was at the after party. I was sat in the corner talking to David Yates, him being the only person who didn't really care about me and Harry splitting up – everybody had been tip-toeing around me like I might explode, but David was his normal cheery, if slightly shy, self.

"And Ravenclaw's seeker is absolutely abysmal, I mean seriously, he's two years older than me and he's probably never even seen a snitch in his life. I don't know how they managed to beat Hufflepuff." He said, stuffing a sausage roll into his mouth.

"Yeah," I said softly "But Hufflepuff's Keeper is worse than Ravenclaw's seeker. He let in all the goals and then their seeker did a Victor Krum and caught the snitch so they didn't lose so abysmally. She's pretty good, it's a shame she couldn't have done it a bit earlier."

David Yates nodded animatedly "Fair point Ginny, fair point. Stephanie's over there and she's been giving me the eye for a while so please just excuse me..."

I smiled and watched him cross the room and set off talking to a third year called Stephanie Raisin. Behind him, surrounded by a group of girls and looking completely irritated, was Harry Potter.

He caught my eye and bit his lip, but seeing me smile at his surroundings, he rolled his eyes and laughed. One of the girls mistook this as him laughing at her joke. She grabbed his arm and whispered something in his ear. He pulled a face, made an excuse and walked out of the room.

I don't know why, but I followed him out and found him stood on the landing outside the portrait. The Fat Lady seemed to have disappeared to get drunk with her friend Violet in the trophy room.

"Hey." He said, looking across at the brick wall opposite.

"Hey."

"How are you?"

I shrugged "You know..."

He nodded "Yeah, I do."

"How were your exams?"

He shrugged "Not bad, Charms was difficult but I think I passed. I reckon I got Outstanding in Defence Against the Dark Arts."

I nodded "Well done."

He looked at me "I'll miss you, you know."

"I'll miss you too...you know I will. I have missed you."

He nodded "Yeah, Romilda Vane informed me."

I smirked "Sorry, I didn't tell her anything though."

"Obviously." He smiled and squeezed my hand "We're leaving in five days. Five more days and I'll never be back here again. It's weird..."

I nodded "I can imagine. Although I'm not going to lie, I wish I was leaving with you."

He shook his head "You don't understand how much I want that to be true. When will I next see you?"

"I'm going straight to Charlie's from King's Cross, he's picking me up. The end of summer probably."

He sighed, messing up his hair "Three months. That's a bloody long time to not be with the person I want to be with."

"I know. I'd understand if you found someone else, you know."

He shook his head "Same, but they wouldn't be you."

"Same." I said, and then he took a deep breath.

"I think I'm going to go for a run to clear my head. Have a good three months."

"You too." I said to myself, as he jogged down the marble stairs.

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Before I knew it, they'd all left with many tears and promises to write and then it was fast approaching the end of my own school year.

I boarded the train with Luna, her being the only person I actually liked that still attended Hogwarts.

"What are you doing over summer then?" She asked as the countryside whizzed past.

"I'm going straight to Romania from the Station. Charlie's picking me up and I'm going to stay at his place. I can only hope it'll be far enough away."

Luna smiled "Will you be back in the last week? We could go to Diagon Alley together and we can stay at the Leaky Cauldron."

I grinned, after momentarily forgetting how much I loved her "That would be great, I'll send you an owl when I'm back...and probably while I'm there – Dragons are great but after two months of them they'll probably be wearing a bit thin."

She smiled "Any time. I'm always here...you're like a friend."

I rolled my eyes "I am your friend, Luna. You're one of my best friends."

She blushed, a happy smile appearing on her face "That's nice."

I rolled my eyes and we spent the remainder of the journey eating and playing exploding snap.

When the train finally came to a halt I hugged Luna goodbye, promising to write and ran full speed to Charlie who grinned, passing me a broomstick and pulling me through the barrier.

"Tight schedule I'm afraid, I need to be in work for seven so we have five hours to get to Romania."

"How are we going to do that?" I asked incredulously as we walked out of the station and down the road into Diagon Alley.

"Flying to France and then side-along apparition."

I shrugged "Fair enough."

"Good Term?" He asked, as we mounted and launched up into the clouds above our heads.

"Shit." I said, accelerating as he sped off into the distance.

He laughed as we flew south, eventually landing after several hours in a field in Paris.

He took my arm with his hand and I noticed a severe burn on his arm, before I was pulled into an impossible space and landing on solid earth outside a small cottage on top of a breezy hill. Somehow, I could smell sausages.

Charlie smiled "Welcome home."

I grinned as we walked inside, it wasn't painted, the golden stone being pretty enough to leave undecorated. A picture of what I recognised as a Norwegian Ridgeback hung above the old fireplace and the furniture was all squishy and turquoise. The kitchen was attached and decorated with pale blue cupboards and a wooden table and chairs. The sunlight that only a summer evening can bring poured in through several windows, feeding the plants on the window sill. A small, grey tabby cat came and rubbed itself around my ankles.

"Hello, what's your name?" I said, picking it up and stroking behind it's ears so he purred happily.

"That's Conroy. He's Leo's."

"Oh," I said "Who's Leo?"

My question was not answered by Charlie, but by a brown haired boy with messy hair who stuck his head through the back door, smiling "That would be me."

My first thought was that this boy was amazingly good looking. He had soft grey eyes and his brown hair was glowing in the sunlight. He was wearing a grey checked blazer with a white t-shirt and black trousers. He had the fashionable look of somebody scruffy and I was suddenly very aware that I'd flown across seas on a broomstick and my hair must be an incredible mess.

"Leo's my lodger. He's got the other bedroom at the front of the house; you have the little red and white one at the back with the massive window and the bunk-bed."

The boy called Leo rolled his eyes "I'm more than his lodger, I'm his best friend ever, aren't I?"

My brother rolled his eyes dramatically. "No."

Leo laughed "Go on, you're late, I'll look after her."

Charlie waved and strolled out of the door.

Leo looked at me "How old are you?"

"Almost seventeen, you?" I found myself asking.

"Just nineteen. Do you want some food?"

I nodded eagerly, sitting down at the table and placing Conroy on my lap "What school did you go to?"

"Beauxbatons. I'm half French."

I could feel myself smiling "Oh, really?"

"Yep, and now I work for Charlie."

"You work for my brother? He actually has people who do that?"

Leo laughed "Is that an odd thought for you?"

I shrugged "It's weird, I always imagine Charlie as the fifteen year old who wouldn't let me ride his broomstick."

He smiled "I hear you're a fair flyer?"

I shrugged "Apparently so. I'm not as good as Charlie though."

"Not what I've heard. Didn't you score 150 goals in one match at school?"

I smiled "I did actually but it was against Hufflepuff and their Keeper is shocking. Charlie told you that did he?"

"No, your Mum did. I answered the phone last year and she set of talking about what a great Quidditch player you were, thinking I was your brother."

I laughed "She's an idiot."

"Will you not miss them? You haven't seen your family since Easter, what made you come here?" He asked.

I took a breath; he'd have to find out somehow. "I split up with the boy next door...He's a year older than me and it wouldn't work seeing as I have another year left in school."

Leo frowned "Harry Potter? He's a good flyer as well – my Dad examined the NEWT Transfiguration class in what would be his second year and watched a match while he was there."

I nodded "Yes, he is."

"I'm sorry to hear about that." He said, passing me a plate of ham sandwiches and chips with a glass of orange juice.

I shrugged "I leave in twelve months...I just have to get through a year."

He tilted his head to the side "What if he finds somebody else?"

I looked into his eyes and knew that he wasn't laughing at me, he was simply curious.

"I know that could happen." I said, "And it probably will; every girl in our school wanted, as has probably had him in their beds. If it does, then I'll have to cope."

He looked confused "I thought he was with you?"

"He had somewhat of a reputation up until the age of seventeen. He always asked me out but we really couldn't stand each other. Eventually, he changed and we ended up snogging in a broom shed."

Leo grinned "I'm sorry about this, I can't help being nosy."

I shrugged "I'd rather talk about this with you than my brother."

He laughed "So what are you going to do this summer? Romania isn't the most entertaining of places unless you love dragons."

"I don't know really, but anything's got to be better than seeing your ex-boyfriend every day for two months, hasn't it?"

He smiled "I suppose so."

"What do you do then, if it's so boring?"

He shrugged, picking up my empty plate and glass and cleaning them with his wand. They floated back to the sink and he faced me "I'm slightly musical."

I smiled "What do you play?"

"This and that."

I laughed "Sounds great."

"Oh it is."

We went out through a wooden door painted white and into the most beautiful garden I had ever seen. Flowers grew from everywhere – up the walls and around the stone flags. Carnations poured out of several flowerbeds and daisies sprung out of the stretch of grass. A small white shed stood at the bottom of the garden, Ivy covering its ceiling.

"I didn't know Charlie could garden." I said, sitting on a wooden chair on the decking.

Leo smiled "He can't, but instead of paying him, I keep the garden nice."

I laughed "You did this?"

"Yes, why?"

"You just don't seem the type."

He shrugged "Fair enough."

We sat in the garden for a while before Charlie came home at nine and then I had a bath, said goodnight and found my bedroom. The walls were painted scarlet and the bedcover had roses on. The wall nearest the garden had been knocked through and replaced with a sheet of glass, making a large window with a cushioned seat along the window sill. My wardrobes for the next six weeks were under a tall bunk bed, so once I'd unpacked I climbed into bed and fell fast asleep, looking forward to what promised to be a good summer.

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I know Harry isn't in it much and he won't be in the next one but Leo is important for what's going to happen in chapter 33/34.

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