So before I start this chapter, I am putting out a sort of, ad I guess you can call it. I am looking for not quite a beta-reader, but someone interested in my stories that could read them before I post them and give me a review. So yeah, I guess you can call it a beta-reader, but I'm not going to. If you're interested, please just pm me, and I'll answer back. Thanks for reading this, and now, onto the chapter!
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I-I'm not sure. He was found after 5 hours. He almost died with just that. His windpipe was close to being fully crushed, and vital veins were snapped."
Why did they have to come? Lee probably went to them. I just want to be left alone.
"Can we see him?"
Anything but that.
"You can, but he isn't in good condition. He's being kept alive with magic and magic alone."
I just want them to leave!
Harry, Hermione, and some of the Weasley family sat in a hallway of St. Mungos.
"Ginny, Harry, Hermione, go home. Go to sleep. It's far too late." Mrs. Weasley was trying to keep it together, but everyone could see she was about to cry.
"No mum. We're staying." Ginny was taking charge of things for the past few hours, her parents too depressed to think straight. She was tired, as the night before she got no sleep.
"Ginny, we could tell that you were tired when you got here this morning. Go home to the Burr-" Mrs. Weasley stopped, remembering what her daughter said during Christmas break.
"That's right. You don't live there anymore." She pursed her lips, turning the other way. Harry and Hermione looked at each other. They had mostly stayed out of the Weasley's way the whole day, but they sensed that their feelings towards each other were being stretched.
"No mum. I don't live there anymore. Do you have a problem with that?" Mrs. Weasley pressed her lips tighter together.
"Yes Ginny, I do. My little babies are growing up, and I thought I had at least another year with you." Tears sprang to her eyes.
"Mum, I am getting married soon. I had to grow up fast in a world like this. So I'm sorry if your little girl is growing up too fast for you, but it's her life." Harry rubbed his eyes.
"Ginny-" She put her hand up to stop him.
"What, are you not going to let your "husband" speak?" Mrs. Weasley put emphasis on husband, trying to prove a point.
"What do you mean by that?"
"By what?"
"You don't think I'm ready to grow up, do you?" Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up.
"Harry, why don't we take a walk?" Harry nodded and got up.
"Great idea." Mrs. Weasley snorted.
"Yeah see? That's why I don't think you're ready. You run from you're problems." Harry just walked away with Hermione, ignoring the vicious comment from the normally tame Mrs. Weasley.
"So Hermione, have you heard from Ron?" She shook her head.
"I think Mr. Weasley told him, but he hasn't gotten here." Harry nodded.
"Why don't we talk about happier things?" She suggested, worn down by the situation that the day brought. Harry agreed, and they walked down another hall.
"Well." Harry looked at her.
"What?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Harry gave a slight smile.
"Funny. We always have something bad to talk about, and never anything good." She nodded.
"That's more sad then funny, mate." They turned to see Ron walking towards them.
"Ron!" Hermione ran and hugged him, ten times happier that he was there.
"Is George okay?" Harry shrugged.
"We don't know yet." Ron joined them for their walk, and they slowly made their way back.
"So how was your guys' last day?" Harry grinned.
"Well, you might have missed the most amazing party in Hogwarts history." Ron raised his eyes.
"Why wasn't I invited?" Hermione smiled.
"Because you chose not to go to school with us. Don't worry, Malfoy took your place." Ron stopped.
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Our enemy for how many years?" Harry smiled.
"He's changed. He's actually pretty cool." Ron continued walking, but shook his head.
"And you, have lost your mind, mate." They arrived back where the Weasleys were.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Mrs. Weasley screeched, Ginny and her facing off.
"I'm leaving." Ginny walked down the hallway, attracting stares from people.
"Mum? What the bloody hell did you do?" Mrs. Weasley looked to Ron.
"You should be ashamed of yourself as well, Ronald." Ron put his hands up, and walked back the other way.
"Mrs. Weasley-" Hermione was cut off by her shrewd screaming. Harry looked at Hermione, and they followed Ron. They caught up with him, and he was laughing.
"Watch out mate. They may think you belong in the mental ward." Ron looked over at Harry, grinning.
"Just thinking, you're getting married into this family." Harry grinned.
"Yeah. But remember, I'm marrying your sister." Ron shrugged.
"I'm over that. When's the wedding anyway?"
"Well, Ginny's been planning it to be in the beginning of August." Ron nodded.
"Where did she go anyway?"
"She probably went to her house, Ron." Hermione said, making Ron frown.
"Her house? I thought she lives at-" It clicked in, and a frown came across his face.
"Sorry mate. We're officially living there today." Ron put his hand up, shushing him before he said anything else.
"That is, wonderful." Harry grinned.
"We should probably go calm her down before she kills someone. She looked pretty angry." Ron, looked downcast suddenly.
"Well, mum has been a little on edge whenever I see her. This probably set her off." Hermione frowned.
"George will get through this. You know that, right?" Ron nodded, changing the subject.
"So, side-along apparation?" Harry nodded. They arrived at the house in a blink, and they entered.
"Ginny?" Harry walked ahead. She was in the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools.
"Harry, I'm sorry. She went mental on me." Ron entered her view and she got up and hugged him.
"It's nice to see you. I hope you didn't hear what mum was saying." He frowned.
"What did she say?" She waved it off.
"You don't need to know." She quickly changed the subject. They all sat down, tired from the day they had been through, Ron a little more awake as he had gotten sleep the night before.
"You look tired." He said to Ginny. She nodded.
"Three bottles of fire whiskey can make anyone feel awful the next day." He looked shocked.
"Where- What- When?" Ginny grinned.
"Last night. You missed a pretty good party." He nodded.
"I heard. We need to have another one. One that I'm there for and not have my place taken by Draco Malfoy." They all laughed.
"Well, you missed a pretty good year." Hermione said, and everyone agreed.
"Harry, do you think George is going to be okay?" Harry looked over at Ginny. They were spending their first night in their new house, and were currently sitting on the living room couch.
"He will pull through this. I know he will."
So this chapter was a little shorter then I had wanted it to be, but I'm happy with it. I hope everyone enjoys! -Jemma