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Mrs. Weasley was busy cooking dinner, but her eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall. She knew Ginny was safe with Harry, but it was getting late, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.
"Where are they?" she thought, sighing softly.
Just then, a house elf popped into the room, making Mrs. Weasley jump. "Hello, ma'am," the elf said, curtsying low. "I'm Dimpy, the house elf of the Silvermists."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, hello Dimpy," she replied, trying to compose herself.
Dimpy handed Mrs. Weasley an envelope. "From Master Harry, ma'am," she said, before popping out of the room as suddenly as she had appeared.
Mrs. Weasley was about to open the envelope when Arthur knocked on the door, returning from his day at the Ministry. "Hey, dear," he said, "how was your day?"
Mrs. Weasley hesitated, envelope in hand. "It's been a long day, Arthur," she replied. "Ginny's still not home, and I'm getting worried."
Arthur's expression turned concerned. "Don't worry, Molly," he said. "I'm sure she's fine. Harry's with her, after all."
As Mrs. Weasley and Arthur opened the letter, they saw that it was written by Mrs. Tucker. They exchanged a curious glance before beginning to read.
"Dear Molly and Arthur," the letter read, "I am writing to inform you that both Harry and Ginny have returned safely from their journey on the Knight Bus. I was upstairs when they arrived, and Dimpy informed me that Harry carried a sleeping Ginny on his back and walked a mile until they reached the manor gate. Poor dear, he didn't know how to summon the carriages, and I forgot to tell him."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened in surprise, while Arthur chuckled. "That's our Harry," he said, smiling.
The letter continued, "He made Ginny lie down on the couch near the fireplace, but exhaustion soon caught up with him, and he fell asleep. I am sorry, but I think we should let them sleep. I have even attached a photo of them sleeping, and after you see it, I'm sure you'll agree that they cannot be disturbed."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes misted as she read the words. She couldn't wait to see the photo.
"Ah, that's so sweet," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
Arthur nodded in agreement. "Let's take a look at this photo," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
As they unfolded the attached photo, they couldn't help but smile at the sight of Harry and Ginny fast asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
The photo showed Harry and Ginny sleeping peacefully on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Harry's face was serene, his lips curled up in a gentle smile, while Ginny's head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her hair spread out around her like a fiery halo.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the photo. "Oh, they look so happy," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Arthur's face softened as he looked at the photo. "They're meant to be together," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Look at them, Molly. They're perfect for each other."
Mrs. Weasley nodded, her eyes still fixed on the photo. "I know, dear. I just want them to be happy."
As they gazed at the photo, they couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two young lovers, lost in their own little world of dreams.
"They're so in love," Mrs. Weasley whispered, her heart full of joy.
"And they deserve every bit of it," Arthur replied, his eyes shining with happiness.
As they gazed at the photo, Mrs. Weasley and Arthur sat down to have a chat about the young couple. "They're so adorable, aren't they?" Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes still shining with happiness.
"Yes, they are," Arthur replied, smiling. "And it's clear they have a special bond. They're in love, Molly."
Mrs. Weasley's expression turned shocked. "In love? But they're just children! Harry's only 11, and Ginny's just 10!"
Arthur chuckled. "I know, dear. But sometimes, love knows no age. And besides, they're not talking about getting married tomorrow. They're just two young souls who have found each other."
Mrs. Weasley looked concerned. "But what about their childhood? They should be playing with toys, not thinking about romance!"
Arthur's expression turned gentle. "Molly, they're still children, and they'll still play and have fun. But they've also found something special, and we shouldn't deny them that. We should be happy for them."
Mrs. Weasley sighed, her brow furrowed in worry. "I just don't want them to grow up too fast."
Arthur took her hand, his eyes reassuring. "They'll grow up at their own pace, dear. And we'll be here to guide them, every step of the way."
As the evening drew to a close, the Weasley brothers - Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron - all trooped down to the dinner table, their faces expectant. "Where's Ginny?" Ron asked, looking around the table.
"She won't be here tonight," Mrs. Weasley replied, her expression calm.
The brothers all immediately started protesting. "What do you mean she's not coming home?" Bill asked, frowning. "Where is she?" Charlie demanded. "This is ridiculous," Percy huffed. "She's always running off with that Potter boy," Fred and George said in unison, their voices disapproving.
Ron's face fell. "But I was looking forward to seeing her all day."
Arthur held up a hand, trying to placate them. "Boys, please. Ginny is safe, I promise you that."
But the brothers were having none of it. "We want to see her," they all chorused, their voices rising in protest.
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Ginny is fine, dear boys. She's just...with Harry."
The brothers all groaned, their faces disapproving. "That's exactly what we're worried about," Bill said, shaking his head.
Arthur's expression turned stern as he reprimanded his sons. "I'm disappointed in you all. You were singing Harry's praises this morning, and now you're behaving like this? He's a good boy, and he cares deeply for Ginny."
But the brothers continued to protest. "They're too young, Dad," Ron said, crossing his arms. "It's not right," Bill added.
Molly intervened, pulling out the photo of Harry and Ginny. "Look at this," she said, passing it around the table.
Arthur cleared his throat and began to read aloud from the letter. " 'Harry carried Ginny on his back for a mile, all the way to the manor gate...' "
As they listened to the letter and gazed at the adorable photo, the brothers' faces slowly softened. Even Ron, who had looked a bit jealous, couldn't help but smile.
"You know, maybe we should just let them be," Ron said, breaking the silence.
The others nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they're happy," Fred said.
"And that's all that matters," George added.
Percy, ever the skeptic, spoke up last. "I suppose you're right. But we're still keeping an eye on them."
Arthur and Molly exchanged a knowing glance, relieved that their sons had come around. "That's all we can ask for," Arthur said, smiling.
As they continued to gaze at the photo, the Weasley brothers couldn't help but discuss the remarkable feat of Harry carrying Ginny for a mile at just eleven years old.
"How did he even manage that?" Bill asked, shaking his head in amazement.
"I know, right?" Charlie replied. "I couldn't have done that at eleven!"
Percy snorted. "It's not about physical strength, it's about determination. He must have really wanted to get her here."
Ron nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, and he's always been a bit of a hero."
But as they continued to speculate, they all eventually came to the same conclusion.
"He's really fallen for her, hasn't he?" Fred said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
George nodded in agreement. "Totally smitten!"
Molly smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "It's sweet, really. He's always been a romantic at heart."
Arthur chuckled. "Well, I suppose we can't argue with that. He's certainly proven himself to be a devoted boy."
As they all nodded in agreement, Ron spoke up, his voice a bit wistful. "Yeah, I guess some people are just meant to be."
Ron lay in bed, sighing heavily as he thought about Harry and Ginny's budding relationship. He had said they were meant to be, but now he was questioning his own words.
"Ginny's just 10, and Harry's only 11," Ron thought to himself. "It's all so...fast."
He couldn't help but wonder what would happen when Harry became Ginny's boyfriend. Would Harry still be his friend, or would he be too caught up in his new relationship?
"It's ironic, really," Ron thought. "I only met Harry because of Ginny. If she hadn't been so keen on him, we might never have become friends."
Ron's mind was filled with doubts. "Will Harry still want to be friends with me if he's dating Ginny? Will I lose him as a friend before we've even had a chance to form a strong bond?"
He had always wanted to be best friends with Harry, but now he was unsure if that was even possible. "Can I really be best friends with someone who's dating my sister?" Ron wondered.
"Maybe I'm just being selfish," Ron thought, trying to shake off his doubts. "I should be happy for them, not worrying about my own friendship with Harry."
But the questions lingered, refusing to be silenced.
Percy trudged up to his room, his footsteps heavy with disapproval. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach as he thought about Ginny's behavior.
"She's only 10, for goodness' sake!" Percy thought to himself. "Is it really appropriate for her to be snuggling up against a boy at his house?"
Percy felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He was protective of his sister, and the thought of her growing up too fast made him uncomfortable. He also felt a sense of responsibility, wondering if he should be doing more to guide her.
"I don't want her to get hurt," Percy thought, his brow furrowed with concern. "She's so young and innocent. What if Harry takes advantage of her?"
Percy's mind was filled with worst-case scenarios, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disapproval towards Harry too. "He's only 11 himself," Percy thought. "What does he know about relationships?"
As he lay in bed, Percy couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He hoped that Ginny would come to her senses and realize that she was too young for all this. Little did he know, Ginny's heart had already made up its mind.
The twins, Fred and George, were in a sense happy for Ginny and Harry. They had always known that Ginny had a crush on Harry, and now that they were together, the twins couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and joy for their little sister.
"We're glad she's happy," Fred said, grinning at George.
"Yeah, and Harry's a good bloke," George replied. "He'd better not hurt her, though."
The twins exchanged a stern glance, their faces serious for a moment.
"We'll keep an eye on him," Fred said, his voice firm.
But then they couldn't help but crack a smile. They were happy to see Ginny so in love, and they hoped that she and Harry would always be a couple.
"I remember when Ginny used to follow Harry's story around everywhere," George chuckled.
"Yeah, and now she's snuggling up against him on the couch," Fred added, laughing.
The twins' faces softened, their eyes warm with affection for their little sister.
"We just want her to be happy," Fred said, his voice sincere.
"Yeah, and if Harry makes her happy, then we're good," George agreed.
Charlie and Bill sat in the living room, discussing Harry and Ginny's relationship. At first, they were both disapproving.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Charlie said, shaking his head. "They're too young."
"I agree," Bill replied. "Ginny's only 10, and Harry's just 11. They don't know what they're getting themselves into."
But as they continued to talk, they began to realize that they were both coming from the same place - concern for Ginny's well-being.
"I just don't want her to get hurt," Charlie said, his expression softening.
"Exactly," Bill replied. "But maybe we're looking at this the wrong way. Maybe Harry's good for her."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "You think so?"
Bill nodded. "Yeah, I do. He's a good kid, and he cares about Ginny. Maybe we should be happy for them."
Charlie thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "You're right. We should be happy for them."
As they continued to talk, their initial disapproval turned into support and understanding.
"I'm glad we had this chat," Charlie said, smiling.
"Me too," Bill replied. "Let's just hope Harry knows what he's doing."
As Charlie and Bill continued their conversation, a hint of envy crept into their voices.
"Can you believe it?" Charlie said, shaking his head. "Harry's got a girlfriend at 11, and we're still single."
"I know, it's ridiculous," Bill replied, chuckling. "We're the ones who've had a few relationships, but nothing like this."
Charlie snorted. "Yeah, our relationships were nothing like Harry and Ginny's. They're like two peas in a pod."
Bill nodded in agreement. "And they're so young. I mean, what are they even doing?"
Charlie laughed. "I guess they're just meant to be. But seriously, it's a bit annoying. We're the older ones, we should be the ones with the girlfriends."
Bill grinned. "Well, maybe we should take some tips from Harry. He's clearly doing something right."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, like what? Being charming and handsome?"
Bill chuckled. "Well, that's not going to work for us. But maybe we can learn from his confidence."
As they continued to talk, their envy turned into admiration for Harry's luck and confidence.
"Good for him," Charlie said, smiling.
"Yeah, good for him," Bill replied. "Maybe we'll find our own Ginny's someday."
Bill turned to Charlie with a curious expression. "Hey, what happened with you and Nymphadora Tonks? I thought you two were dating."
Charlie nodded, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "We were, yeah. We dated for a while, but we decided we're better off as best friends."
Bill raised an eyebrow. "Really? What happened?"
Charlie shrugged. "We just realized we weren't meant to be romantically. We're too similar, I think. And with my work in Romania, it would've been a long-distance thing. We both knew it wouldn't work out, so we decided to just stay friends."
Bill nodded understandingly. "Makes sense. So, what about you? Are you seeing anyone in Egypt?"
Bill chuckled. "Actually, I just broke up with someone last month. It didn't work out."
Charlie's eyes widened in surprise. "No way! What happened?"
Bill shook his head. "It was just a mess. We wanted different things, and it ended badly. But I'm over it now."
Charlie grinned. "Good, good. You're too young to be tied down anyway."
Bill laughed. "Easy for you to say, Charlie. You're the one with the freedom to fly off to Romania whenever you want."
Charlie stood up, smiling. "Well, someone's got to keep the dragons in check. Take care, Bill."
With that, Charlie left for his room, leaving Bill to his thoughts. Bill sighed, feeling a pang of loneliness. He knew he was single, and it seemed like everyone around him was paired off.
"I'm happy for them, really," Bill thought to himself. "But when will it be my turn?"
He looked around the empty room, feeling a sense of longing. He hoped that he would soon meet his own special someone, someone who would make his heart skip a beat.
"Maybe someday," Bill said to himself, smiling wistfully. "Maybe someday I'll find my own someone."
He stood up, shaking off the feeling of loneliness. He knew he had to keep moving forward, keep hoping that love would find him when the time was right.
"I'll get there," Bill said, his voice filled with determination. "I just have to be patient."
Molly was doing her dishes, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but think about Ginny and Harry, and how young they were to be so in love. She remembered the day they first met in Diagon Alley, and how there was something special about their encounter.
"There was something in the air that day," Molly thought to herself. "I knew it then, and I know it now. They're meant to be."
But as she pondered the mystery of their first meeting, Molly's mind began to wander to the future. She thought about the possibility of Ginny's wedding, and how it would feel to see her little girl in a white dress, walking down the aisle.
"Oh dear, it seems like just yesterday she was a little girl playing in the backyard," Molly said to herself. "And now, she's growing up and falling in love. It's all happening so fast."
Molly sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. She was happy for Ginny and Harry, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the past.
"I know it's inevitable," Molly said, "but it's hard to believe that my little girl will be getting married soon. It feels like just a blink of an eye, and she'll be starting her own family."
As she finished the dishes, Molly couldn't help but smile at the thought of Ginny and Harry's future together. She knew that she would always be there to support them, no matter what.
Arthur was repairing a Muggle tool in his garage, but his mind soon wandered to Harry and Ginny. He knew that they were in love, and he had seen it in Harry's eyes.
"Ah, Harry's a good bloke," Arthur thought to himself. "He's the kind of man I'd be glad to give my little princess to, walking down the aisle in a few years."
As he imagined the scene, Arthur felt a lump form in his throat. He was a sentimental man, and the thought of his little girl growing up and getting married was almost too much to bear.
"I'm getting old," Arthur said to himself, chuckling. "I'm getting sentimental in my old age."
But as he continued to work on the tool, Arthur couldn't shake off the feeling of nostalgia. He remembered the day Ginny was born, and how he had held her in his arms for the first time.
"She was so small and delicate," Arthur thought. "And now, she's growing up and falling in love. It's amazing how fast time flies."
As he tightened the last screw, Arthur felt a tear roll down his cheek. He was happy for Harry and Ginny, but he knew that he would miss his little girl terribly when she was gone.
"I'll be proud to give her away," Arthur said, his voice shaking with emotion. "But it's hard to let go."
As the Weasleys lay in bed that night, a common thought lingered in their minds. Despite their happiness for Harry and Ginny, they couldn't shake off the feeling that things were moving too fast.
"I hope they know what they're doing," Molly thought to herself, tossing and turning in bed. "They're so young, and love can be blind."
"I don't want to see them get hurt," Bill thought, staring at the ceiling in his room. "They're moving really fast, and I hope they're ready for the consequences."
Charlie, who was lying in bed in his room , thought, "I just hope they're thinking clearly. Love can be all-consuming, but it's not always rational."
The twins, Fred and George, who shared a room, exchanged a worried glance in the dark. "Do you think they're rushing into it?" Fred whispered. "I don't want to see them mess it up," George replied.
Ron, who was lying in bed in his room, thought, "I just hope Harry knows what he's doing. Ginny's my sister, and I don't want to see her get hurt."
Percy, who was lying in bed in his flat, thought, "I hope they're not making a mistake. They're both young, and they have their whole lives ahead of them."
Arthur, who was lying in bed beside Molly, thought, "I just hope they're happy. That's all that matters, really."
Despite their reservations, the Weasleys knew they had to trust Harry and Ginny to make their own decisions. But as they drifted off to sleep, they couldn't shake off the feeling that things were moving too fast.
Although it was late in the night, Mrs. Tucker found herself standing in front of number 4 Privet Drive. She knocked on the door, and was greeted by Petunia.
"Can I help you?" Petunia asked gruffly.
"Good evening, I'm so sorry to disturb you," Mrs. Tucker replied. "May I come in?"
Petunia hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let Mrs. Tucker in. Vernon and Dudley were watching TV in the living room, and they barely acknowledged Mrs. Tucker's presence.
"Please, sit down," Petunia said. "What brings you here tonight?"
Mrs. Tucker took a deep breath before revealing her true identity. "My name is Kailey Tucker, nee Fawcett, and I am from the wizarding community."
The Dursleys exchanged skeptical glances, but Mrs. Tucker continued. "I'm afraid Harry caught an infectious disease during his visit today, and he won't be able to come here for a week or so. We don't want to risk infecting any of you."
But to Mrs. Tucker's surprise, the Dursleys didn't seem to care. They didn't even ask how Harry was doing, instead looking pleased at the news.
"Well, that's convenient," Vernon said, turning back to the TV.
Mrs. Tucker sighed inwardly. She knew that lying was the only option if she wanted Harry to have a good time. "I'll let myself out," she said, standing up.
As she left the house, Mrs. Tucker couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She had protected Harry from the Dursleys' neglect, at least for a little while.
Next Chapter is I am Home.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors.Beware that since the Weasley Brothers are overprotective gits , they will constantly change their opinions about young couple.Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!