tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57564447055858825502024-03-13T15:04:16.469-05:00Life, Love, and GeekdomInsight into the life and writing of a bipolar, yet delightfully nerdy, gamer chick.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-30655523725868669602013-01-01T20:09:00.001-06:002013-01-01T20:09:17.995-06:00Warning LabelI need a sign. Or a warning sticker.<br /><br />"Does not live well with others." <br /><br />I'm stubborn, set in my ways, and hate being told what to do. I am so, so, so very impatient. I also do not do well with change. I'm a 79 year old in a 26 year old body. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-81271111140558305992012-07-21T13:08:00.000-05:002012-07-21T13:08:09.286-05:00Sigh<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If I can't get a grip on my emotions, I fear that I am going to push away the best thing in my life right now. No one in their right mind would, or should, chose to deal with me for a prolonged period of time and I really don't blame them. I'd abandon myself if I could. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-62217526154853918962012-05-18T21:00:00.002-05:002012-05-18T21:00:58.788-05:00A Strange Void<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is this bizarre void in my heart that started after Chase left the first time he visited me. That initial void was very small, and quite easy to ignore. After all, while we had been talking on and off for five or six months, and quite steadily for the last two of those months, that week after Thanksgiving was the first time we had met face-to-face. That week was amazing, spending actual time in the presence of the man who had captured my interest, who had such similar likes and hobbies and interests.<br />
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The second time, I was the one who did the leaving, and that tiny void grew. It was harder to ignore once I had arrived home and had nothing to think about but the fact we were once again apart. We spent a fantastic week doing so much around Minneapolis and gaming and going out to eat, and the feelings grew a bit more. <br />
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This third time was once again Chase leaving Lincoln a day ahead of schedule, which was heartbreaking for me. And the void from his absence is now unable to be ignored. The interest that I feared would fade hasn't, and instead of being terrified, I am trying to hard to ignore it for now. I really am content with simply being Chase's girlfriend and enjoying the talks we have and the time we can spend together every few months. <br />
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I have no idea what the future holds, but I do know that at this moment, I want to be with Chase. Not married, but content with calling him my boyfriend, with him calling me his girlfriend, knowing that there is a mutual interest in each other and that he makes me smile and feel beautiful, and that I make him feel important and worthy. <br />
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tl:dr - I miss Chase. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-10902406215036858952012-05-07T10:10:00.000-05:002012-05-07T10:10:16.506-05:00Unmentionables<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are ... things, I suppose, that people do to themselves that I've never quite understood. Getting so plastered you can't remember your own name is a huge one. I've been drunk twice. The first time was awesome. It took 8 shots over about an hour, hour and a half to get me to where I was floaty and buzzy and completely numb emotionally. Fan-bloody-tastic. Also, I apparently waxed poetic on the awesomeness that is the female boob. Specifically mine, I hear. <i>facepalm</i><br />
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The second time was so far from awesome I'm pretty sure it went into the negatives. In an attempt to reach the wonderful feeling I had accomplished two nights previous, I decided to go for broke: 12 shots in about an hour. Twelve. In just over an hour. Twelve. Yeah. I went from sober to slightly buzzed to nice and floaty in about 10 minutes. Sweet. And then at minute eleven, I hit the "so fucking dizzy I want to puke, pass out, and DIE" phase. I spent the next hour puking every 5-10 minutes as my stomach churned while my head spun violently in loopty-loops and corkscrews. Once my stomach finally settled down, I promptly passed out in the giant chair in our living room while watching who knows what on TV, my body unwilling to attempt the walk upstairs. <br />
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I also have no idea why on earth someone would smoke. Anything. Cigs or weed. I should be ashamed to admit this, but I have tried the green stuff before. Burned in my poor lungs like fucking hell. Never. Again. Even if my brain did slow down enough for me to actually be able to process most of what goes on inside my head, it ain't worth it. I already have breathing issues due to a chronic bronchial cough, and I spent the next two days coughing up shit trying to be able to breath properly again. So, it was <u>very</u> not worth it. Seriously, anyone who is concerned about my well-being right now, I am not doing it again. Ever.<br />
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I'm going to simply enjoy my one social drink, pretend that cigarette smoke doesn't bother me, and attempt to obtain a blissful ignorance that there is no such thing as weed or drugs. I blame the environment in which I was raised. If the Adventist schools would actually teach their kids about what this shit was, most of us wouldn't be so damned curious to try the "forbidden fruits" ourselves just to say "ha, take that you old fuddy duddy!".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-44143170900323815462012-05-03T10:47:00.000-05:002012-05-03T10:47:07.090-05:00TED Talks I Find Inspirational Part 2JD Schramm: Break the silence for suicide attempt survivors
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The desire to protect the weak </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-51630338479061793492012-04-28T15:08:00.001-05:002012-04-28T15:08:33.791-05:00Guild Wars 2 - a Limerick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lamest limerick I've ever written. Ever. But oh well. Continuing with gw2 beta weekend!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-8367815770606278162012-04-27T11:29:00.002-05:002012-04-27T11:29:39.191-05:00Lincoln Drivers - a Haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For my friend, Gina, who hates Nebraska drivers more than anyone I know. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-67442948039224504062012-04-26T21:09:00.000-05:002012-04-26T21:09:47.075-05:00Something NewAs you have probably noticed, or if you haven't that's okay too, the three pages that dealt with my stories and novels are gone. The chapters themselves remain on the blog for now, but I am moving them slowly to another blog entitled <a href="http://kamikithewriter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kamiki the Writer</a>. Nothing posted yet, I want to refine some of the stuff I posted on this blog before I repost for the world to see again. <br /><br />My poetry will remain on this blog, because I think poetry can be a key factor in explaining how I feel some days in relation to what the bipolar is doing in my brain.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-73464179067808134082012-04-26T20:46:00.000-05:002012-04-26T20:47:32.427-05:00Berries - a Haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I once had some rancid tofu</div>
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Note: Dedicated to Justin Gibson, who is not only an awesome person and the inspiration of this limerick, but is also someone whose blog you should totally visit. Here, I'll give you a link: <a href="http://justgibs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">just g!bs</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-13597253806238517012012-04-23T12:00:00.000-05:002012-04-24T01:22:34.162-05:00Black Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hungry wolves are on the prowl</div>
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Red is the color of passion and anger</div>
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From burning fury to smoldering love</div>
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A symbol of guilt, sin, lust, and love</div>
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Poppies for noble sacrifice, roses for flaming passion</div>
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Orange is the color of noble determination</div>
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From the fires of compassion to a cool optimism</div>
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A symbol of warning, falling leaves, and endurance</div>
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Roses for enthusiasm, pride, and warm passion</div>
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Yellow is the color of cheerful imagination</div>
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From hopeful optimism to cautious cowardice</div>
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A symbol of warmth, summer, friendship, and caution</div>
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Daffoldils bring bright sunshine, Roses for simple cheer</div>
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Green is the color of hope and envy</div>
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A symbol of youth, nature, prosperity, and sickness</div>
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Blue is the color of water and ice</div>
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From the cool of winter to noble royalty</div>
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A symbol of sadness, magic, trueness, and calm</div>
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Purple is the color of royalty and sharing</div>
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From upper class nobles to the passion of friendships</div>
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A symbol or wisdom, rage, sympathy, and sophistication</div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-6895840160944978442012-04-21T19:53:00.002-05:002012-04-21T19:59:40.696-05:00The Path to Readjusting<b id="internal-source-marker_0.79012880474329"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No one had slept the night following the day of victory, despite the obvious exhaustion all around. For Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the insomnia resulted from simply being too tired, too wound up, too filled with adrenaline, and too frightened still to actually sleep, even in the safety of the Burrow. They had sat downstairs on the couch, hands clasped tightly, in a silent vigil over the rest of the grieving family. Ginny sat curled up in a chair, sleeping through the tears dripping down her cheeks.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the rest of the Weasley’s, sleep was put aside to celebrate the victory of no more Voldemort and to grieve the loss of Fred. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">George was a mess of emotions. Having locked himself in his old bedroom, his hysterical laughter mingling with strangled sobs and screams frightened the rest of the household. Half of his soul had been ripped away that day, and he was at a loss how to deal with the pain.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly took to sitting in the kitchen, fingering the edge of a framed picture of the twins, clutching a confiscated extendable ear in her other hand, her face dripping with silent tears. Percy, Bill and Charlie sat around the table with their mother, silent in their own memories and thoughts. Fleur sat rigidly in a chair beside her husband, quiet sniffles betraying her emotions. Arthur sat at the head of the table, his fingers running along the worn, smooth wood of the table, his fingernail tracing scratches and etching from the years of use, a pained expression on his face. Everyone looked up as footsteps slowly clambered into the kitchen, revealing a blotchy faced George, his eyes red and moist, and his breathing unsteady. He joined Charlie’s side of the table and sat staring blankly at the vase in the center of the table. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As the moon drifted across the night sky, the silence was broken at last with a shaky, rough, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">broken</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> voice. “Fred was brilliant.” George took an unsteady breath and let it out with a half-hearted laugh. “It was his idea, you know, to start the shop. Well, it started as his idea, but it was easy to take over. When he said ‘Hey Georgie, I have an idea…’, I knew what he was going to suggest. ‘Let’s start a joke shop!’.” The rest of the table let out a scattering of chuckles. “His response to me when I admonished, very seriously of course, that Mum would flip her nut if she found out, was very Fred-like.” He looked up and grinned suddenly. “He said ‘Mum’ll be too shocked at our success to flip a nut, Georgie.’ We’ll even send her a “we love you” box!” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly let out a strangled bark of laughter, brushing at the steady stream of tears. “You boys </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">did</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> make me proud.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The stories continued until heads started drooping onto folded arms and one by one, the Weasley’s nodded off at the table, too exhausted to move upstairs, and too despondent to be without the others.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was when the sun started to turn the horizon pink and streamed through the kitchen window that woke up the Weasley matriarch. “Oh!” Molly scurried about, scrambling to piece together a quick breakfast. “So much to do today.” She barked, nudging each member of the family awake and pointing up the stairs. “Up you go, get ready for the day. No breakfast until you’re clean.” Percy jumped up and strode obediently up the stairs, every inch the prodigal son who wanted so desperately to be forgiven.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her eyes drifted to the living room where the three saviours of the wizarding world still sat, eyes almost unblinking, hands still clasped, clothing dirty and worn from the months of running. Ginny was rousing, blinking the sleep from her tear-reddened eyes, having woken at her mother’s bark of instruction. “Go, Ginny dear. Professor McGonagall has requested all remaining Order members to be at Hogwarts today.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It didn’t go unnoticed to her mother how Ginny’s eyes strayed to Harry who blinked slowly at Molly’s words and let out a heaving sigh, arousing the other two from their stupor. “Move, move, let’s go!” She waved her hands at Ginny, trying to usher her up the stairs before Harry could follow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny ignored her mother and stood slowly, stretching, before moving to stand in front of Harry, her hand outstretched in an invitation. She smiled gently at him as he slid his fingers into hers and stood wearily, accepting her gentle guidance towards the stairs. Hermione tightened her grip on Ron’s hand and stood as well, smiling down at him. He quirked a weak smile in return and allowed her to pull him to standing, pressing his lips to her hair as a thank-you before moving towards the stairs, following Harry and Ginny’s example.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly made a move as if to protest, but her husband’s gentle hand on her arm stayed her words, though her eyes followed the four as they staggered wearily up the stairs. “They shouldn’t be together.” She hissed. “Propriety must be kept.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bill beat his father in answering. “They’ve been sleeping together in a tent for the past year, Mum. They need each other.” He shot her a pointed look when she made to protest Ginny’s addition to the group. “All of them, Mum.” His eyes met Fleur’s who came to stand beside him, intertwining her fingers into his.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well they aren’t on the run any longer! There is no need for them…” Fleur’s quiet voice cut her off harshly. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You deed not see them at zee cottage. Zee nightmares they suffered… Ces pauvres mignons.” She let out another sniff, and pressed a kiss to Bill’s scarred cheek. “I must get clean. Je t'aime, mon Guillaume. They need each other, I theenk. Non. I know.” She shot another look at Molly before floating up the stairs, a perfect picture of beauty and grief.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bill placed his hand on his mother’s shoulder and squeezed it in an attempt to diffuse her anger. “Leave it, Mum. Please.” He followed his wife up the stairs and Molly could hear whispers and murmurs before a door shut and cut off the sound.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Arthur, they are children!” She hissed, trying to get someone to see from her point of view. Arthur smiled weakly and dropped his eyes to where his hand still lay on her arm. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Molly, have you really </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">looked</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> at them? All three of them are still terrified. This kind of trauma doesn’t just vanish because the one causing it is now gone. We need to allow them all the comfort they can find.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She bristled. “I will not have…indecency happen because of </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">trauma</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. There are rules to follow, proprieties to maintain.” She moved her arm out from under Arthur’s hand and stormed up the stairs, leaving Charlie still blinking tiredly and sharing exasperated looks with his father, George having disappeared sometime during the night back into his room. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Passing Bill and Fleur’s room, she could hear the muffled sounds of comfort being given and she allowed a brief smile. George and Fred’s room was strangely silent, and she hoped George was okay. She fought the urge to check on him and continued on her mission. Percy’s room was silent and she decided he was occupying the bathroom on that hall. The sound of water running from the second, smaller bathroom and girlish humming calmed her a bit, knowing that Ginny wasn’t alone with…with…a boy. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With Harry</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> her mind filled in gleefully. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The door to the room under the attic was ajar, and a soft yellow light spilled out into the hallway. Molly halted on the steps, uncharacteristically hesitating now that she was up here, Bill, Arthur, and Fleur’s words echoing in her mind. The mental voices were silenced when she heard Harry’s strangled voice. “We’re okay, aren’t we.” It wasn’t a question, she noted. It was as if he was trying to reassure both himself, and the other two in the room. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah, mate.” Ron was whispering, as if he could hardly believe the words he was saying.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">boys</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.” Hermione choked back a sob, her voice muffled. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Silence fell again, broken only by sighs and breaths. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’re alive. You actually did it, mate.” Ron’s voice held a sense of wonderment, and his mother started to realize what it was the three downstairs had meant by their words to her. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harry let out a scoff. “</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> did it. All of us. Everyone in the Order and anyone else who fought against Voldemort in some way or another.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Did you see the look on Neville’s face when he realized what he had actually done?” Hermione giggled. Rustling could be heard as if someone was shifting.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You mean before or after the hat caught fire?” Sniggered Ron, sharing her mirth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hermione continued. “Worth Gryffindor, indeed. I can’t believe he actually told the Hat he wasn’t brave enough for Gryffindor.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The pair of them continued to laugh quietly before Harry broke the silence. “Did you see the look on that one boy’s face after some girl launched herself at him for suggesting to save…what was it, Ron? Hermione? House elves, if my memory serves me correctly.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh come off it, mate.” Ron groaned, Harry’s sniggering laughter muffled by the thump of a pillow hitting his face. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly’s eyes narrowed. Was Harry really suggesting…and then she heard the telling sounds of a playful, loud kiss and a giggle. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hey, I didn’t ask for a repeat!” Harry’s laughter turned to mock disgust and the muffled flop of a pillow sounded again, this time with Ron groaning under it. “Especially because whenever I even look at Ginny you threaten to hex me!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Fine, I give you permission to snog my sister as often as she’ll allow. “ Ron finally sighed, resignation in his voice. “Happy now? Can I continue?” Another kiss and a playful giggle. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Honestly, Ronald.” Hermione’s tone was gentle and loving. “Stop teasing him.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I kissed your cheek!” His voice was protesting. “It’s not like I’m going to give you a proper snog in front of my best mate!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’d better not!” Harry warned, his voice lighter than it had been before. “I have a wand, and I know a lot of new hexes I can use against you.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Scandalized, Molly took another step and there was a loud creak from the board under her foot. She winced. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Busted</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What was that?” Harry sounded panicked at the thought of having been overheard. Ron let out a weak chuckle.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’ll bet it’s just Mum come up to holler at us for breaking some rule of hers.” His tone was somewhat sardonic and turned high pitch in a sort of mockery of her voice. “10 inches of space! Leave room for Merlin’s ghost to snuggle in between you! No holding hands! Holding hands leads to babies! Touching is forbidden! Anyone caught snogging will be fed to the Giant Squid!” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ronald!” Hermione whispered harshly, though Molly could tell there was a bit of a laugh behind it. “If she is in the hallway, she can hear you!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So?” He sniggered before letting out a deep breath. “C’mon, Mum, we know you’re out there.” And in a lower voice she could still hear, though she knew she wasn’t supposed to, he muttered. “Can’t believe she didn’t just fly in here raging mad like all last summer.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly guiltily walked into the room, not sure what to expect. All three had crammed themselves onto Ron’s bed, Hermione sandwiched between them. She was snuggled a hairs-width closer to Ron, nestled up against him, her head on his upper arm, with his elbow bent so he could play with her hair, her other was holding Harry’s dirty scarred hand. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I must not tell lies.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Harry’s free hand was twirling his wand, avoiding Molly’s gaze. Hermione barely held in a blush and Ron’s eyes were defiant, his free hand also clutching his wand. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tell me we can’t be here like this, I dare you. Just try it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> She could see Hermione’s wand resting on her stomach, within easy reach for quick use. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Despite the laughter that she had heard, there was a sort of darkness etched onto their weary faces, stress and worry lines that hadn’t been there a year ago, their eyes looked hollow and weary. She felt something in her heart break for the three on the bed. Bill, Fleur, and Arthur were right. They </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">needed</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> each other, almost as if the others were the very oxygen they needed to survive. Her prepared speech on propriety and rules faded into a simple question. “Is there anything you need, dears?” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ron’s eyebrows shot up under his unkempt fringe in surprise. Harry quirked an eyebrow, his gaze finally drifting to meet Molly’s. Hermione was the one who answered, a smile brightening her eyes slightly. “No thank-you, Mrs. Weasley. I’m waiting for Ginny to finish in the bathroom.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A hoarse voice yelled up the stairs. “Ron, Harry, either of you need the bathroom?” It was Percy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’ll take it!” Bill interrupted before either of the boys could answer. “Being the oldest has it’s perks, eh Perce?” The sound of a door slamming echoed and Molly smiled wryly. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I suppose you’ll have to wait, dears.” Turning, she exited the room and started shouting so the entire Burrow could hear her. “Breakfast will be soon, so hurry up! Ginny, Hermione is waiting!” Ginny’s reply was lost in the midst of the giggles that erupted from the three on the bed. It seemed normality would eventually return to the Burrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.79012880474329"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dinner was a subdued affair. The rebuilding of Hogwarts had begun that morning in the form of building the coffins for the deceased and arranging funerals. Bodies of adults and children alike set a very somber mood on the entire process. George, under protest, sat sullenly at the table, using his fork to push the food around on his plate, creating valleys and mountains in his mashed turnips and stabbing half-heartedly at the vegetables that lay there.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The rest of the family ate in silence, the sound of forks scraping plates seeming to echo in the still air. Everyone’s eyes, however, were scanning over either George, or one of the trio as they all sat there sullenly. Molly took in the still healing scar on Hermione’s neck, the fresh scratches on her cheeks, and the way she rubbed at her arm absentmindedly, as if scratching something that irritated her. Harry had numerous new scratches dotting his face and Ron hadn’t emerged unscathed as well. A long cut ran down the side of his face, fresh from the day before.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arthur seemed to follow his wife’s vision and shook his head slightly, as if it would dissuade her from her prying questions. She, true to form, ignored her husband’s knowing gaze. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What happened to you three this year?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Forks dropped in shock, or froze mid bite. Ron blinked almost comically and then scowled, shoveling food forcefully into his mouth, his glower focused firmly on his nosy mother. Hermione pursed her lips and looked down, taking a dainty bite of the asparagus and chewing slowly, avoiding Mrs. Weasely’s questioning, beady-eyed gaze. Harry winced and rubbed at his knee, twirling his fork through the mashed turnips, his gaze on the trail the tines were drawing.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Molly.” Arthur’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, risking a quick glance at the three young adults who were pointedly avoiding anyone’s gaze, Ron having dropped his glare to his bread roll. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Percy coughed uncomfortably and managed to retrieve his fork from his plate, taking an unsteady bite of salad. Charlie’s eyes were roving between his parents and the trio, wanting to know the answer, but not wanting to pry. George was unmoving, seeming not to have heard, though his whitening knuckles indicated that he had heard and was waiting for an answer as well. Bill and Fleur exchanged knowing glances, having heard some after they had arrived at Shell Cottage. Fleur made to admonish Molly for her rudeness, but a gentle touch from Bill halted her words. This was up to the young adults to choose how to answer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was Harry who finally broke the uncomfortable stillness. “Hell happened.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Without another word, Ron shoved his chair back and stormed through the kitchen towards the exit, Hermione close behind. Harry winced at the bang and moved slower than his counterparts. His eyes met Ginny’s and she understood the meaning behind his glance. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Follow</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. She was only a few steps behind Harry as they, too, disappeared into the night. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">George slid his own chair back and made for the stairs, eager for escape. Charlie continued to eat slowly, his eyes still watching his family. Bill stood and gathered his and Fleur’s plates and the abandoned plates left by the fleeing four and George. “You done, Mum? Dad?” His response was a tear filled sniffle and Arthur handing him the two plates. “Perce?” A shake of the head negative.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He set about scraping food off of the mismatched plates and Fleur quickly joined him to escape the tension at the table. He tried to protest, but Fleur waved him off with a scoff and how her household spells were superior to his own. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly covered her face with her hands and started to cry, the events of the past two days weighing down so heavily on her mind. Her husband reached a steady hand over and grasped one of her own, pulling it from her face so he could press a kiss to her knuckles. He fought his own tears and tugged on her hand, encouraging her to come to him so that he could enfold her in his arms. They stood there, tears flowing, and he whispered quiet words of comfort. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eventually, her crying slowed and soon only sniffling and red eyes remained of the torrent. The other four were suspiciously missing and Arthur suspected they had escaped to the upstairs to avoid the torrent of emotion from their mother. She stepped back slightly, though still in his protective embrace, to stare at the door the four children had exited, as if willing them to return and talk to her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He leaned in and kissed his wife’s cheek, stroking her tear –lined cheeks lightly with his thumb before sliding his hand down to grasp one of hers. “I know you mean well, sweetums, but they are no longer children.” His own gaze unfocused as he, too, stared at where the four had disappeared. “Those three have been through hell and back over the last seven years, Ginny as well.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">worried</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, Arthur!” Her voice was choked with tears and she sniffed, brushing her free hand across her cheeks in an effort to dam the tears that threatened to spill over again. “For them, for George…” </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fred, oh Fred.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Her voice broke. “Horrible things </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">happened</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> during this year, I can see it in their eyes. I tried, oh I tried to prevent it, but…but…” She closed her eyes tightly and took a shaky breath in an attempt to calm emotions.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His arm slid across her shoulders until he could hug her to his chest. “They’ll talk about it when they’re ready, Molly. We just have to be patient.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was a silent agreement that they would stop at the edge of the field, just inside the anti-apparition barrier. Ginny, uncharacteristically silent, strode purposefully across the grass and collapsed unceremoniously onto the ground, hands clasped and resting in the hollow of her folded legs, eyes thoughtful and patient, though the fire she had been feeling since being left behind a year prior was smoldering behind them.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other three were more cautious in their movements. It was Ron who sat first, knees bent up, arms resting tensely on top, his right hand clutching his wand. He held his hand out to Hermione who, without looking down at him, clasped it and sat beside him, her eyes twitchy as they scanned the horizon, her knees slowly folding up to her chest, wand resting loosely in her grasp.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harry moved to sit next to Hermione but stopped when a terse “herm” erupted from Ginny, who turned her smoldering eyes up at him and cocked an eyebrow. She could see the struggle behind his own green eyes, the desire to lose his woes and sit next to the girl who still loved him despite his senseless nobility, or to follow the habit that had been reinforced this past year whilst on the run, to protect Hermione, to watch her back like she had done for him. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other two seemed to understand his struggle and Ron matched his sister’s cocked eyebrow, nodding his head in the direction of his sister who sat on the other side of him. The look Hermione shot Harry seemed to berate him. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Honestly, Harry. She deserves at least </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> much.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> He sat next to Ginny, his wand resting much like Ron’s, his own eyes scanning, watching, waiting. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Constant vigilance.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The only sounds were their staggered breathing against the light summer breeze ruffling their hair, clothes, the grass, and the stalks of the field. Ginny would take a breath as if to speak, and then, losing courage, her shoulders would slump and she would gaze instead at the ground in front of her, stealing glances at both Harry and Ron. It was clear that she was really the only one who wanted to speak, who wanted to talk about the past year.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The almost-but-not-quite silence continued. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It wasn’t…” Harry’s voice broke off and he looked up at the dark night sky that was littered with stars and clenched his jaw slightly. “Why you couldn’t…” He paused again, glancing over at Ginny who was watching him expectantly. “It wasn’t because I doubted your abilities, why you were left behind. Nor that none of us trusted you, that I didn’t trust you.” His voice dropped off again and he looked down at his hands, fisted around both air and his wand. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It was the trace.” Her soft voice seemed loud in the stillness. “I still had the underage trace. I know.” She let out a laugh that wasn’t quite outside of bitter. “At least, I accept that now. But for months, I…well. You know me.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other three nodded, glancing down the row at Ginny before resuming their visual sweep. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Watching, always watching, waiting.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The silence resumed, with Ginny squirming restlessly with the agony of keeping her questions internal. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A loud </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">crack</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> echoed in the emptiness around them and Ginny was startled out of the way as everything seemed to happen at once. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All three leapt to their feet, Hermione’s shrill voice shouting </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">stupefy!</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, Ron hoarsely screaming </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">petrificus totalus! </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and Harry’s sharp tenor firm and steady as he shouted </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">expelliarmus!, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">their next hexes and spells already prepared to scream.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny scrambled backwards, eyes wide and terror-stricken as she fumbled for her own wand. She relaxed only slightly when she realized the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">crack</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> had been the front door slamming shut. “Mum! Dad!” She pushed herself to her feet and rushed past the still battle-formed trio.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly stood frozen forcefully in place, her eyes wide in shock at the speed the three had reacted. Ron’s spellwork had certainly improved over the course of the year. Arthur lay crumpled at her feet, Hermione’s stupefy having hit its mark exactly. Harry’s knuckles were white around Molly’s wand, his own extended unwaveringly. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny made quick work of releasing her parents, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">relashio</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> for her mother and </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">innervate</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> for her father. She whirled around, ready to explode at her friends for their haste. What she saw forced the words to dissolve and she nearly collapsed against her mother in agony. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Their eyes were wild with adrenaline and fear, wands held out steady, chests heaving as they fought for control. It was a three-on-three staring match, three trying to grasp what exactly had happened to give the trio such reactions, the other three still evaluating the threat even when logically there was none. It was Harry that spoke first.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What were the first instructions you gave to me?” The question, and his wand, was directed at Molly.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I told you…” Her voice cracked slightly. “I told you how to get onto the platform, your first day to Hogwarts.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The wand didn’t lower, except to point at Arthur. “What did my Uncle say to you after you blasted his living room wall?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arthur, despite having a wand pointed at him, let out a small chuckle. “He said nothing. He merely turned the most interesting shade of purple.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A nod, and the wand moved so that it was no longer pointing at a friend. The three Weasley’s were very aware that the three wands never wavered. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hermione was the first to lower her wand, very slowly as if she were expecting the need to quickly raise it back up again. “Oh, Merlin.” She whispered, her mind starting to work around what they had just done. She dropped to her knees and gave a gaspy sort of laugh, pushing her balled up fists into her face and rocking slightly, oblivious to her wand still clutched tightly. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Bloody hell, ‘Mione.” Ron’s voice was a hoarse murmur, letting his wand arm drop as he simultaneously lowered himself to a squatting position, cautiously resting his free hand on Hermione’s shoulder. She started at the touch and then clasped it tightly, giving him a weak smile. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harry let out a strangled sort of sigh and collapsed to his knees, his arms flinging up to grasp his friends tightly to him, a small circle forming as they laughed together, the sort of laugh that is really just tears that won’t fall. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’re safe, we’re okay. We really </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">are</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> okay.” He could be heard murmuring, though who he was trying to reassure wasn’t readily apparent to the bystanders. What was apparent was that the world had ceased to exist beyond their little circle. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Molly.” Arthur had stood by this point and gently took his wife by the hand. “I told you. They’ll talk to us when they’re ready. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly reluctantly nodded, and shot a glare at Ginny in an attempt to regain control of the situation. “You heard your father, inside.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny’s eyes narrowed and the fire that had been smoldering starting to flare up. But before she could speak, a hand reached out and grasped hers. Molly and Ginny stared at Harry, who had broken from the circle, still on his knees. He tugged lightly and gave a vague smile, clearing his throat in an attempt to speak. His voice was hoarse when he finally managed the words. “We </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">need</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> her out here with us. I need her. She’s not going to be left out. Not again.” His words were kind, but his eyes were pleading, screaming </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">if you try to stop her, the results will not be pretty</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molly’s arm dropped from where it had been ready to literally drag her daughter back into the house and her shoulders slumped dejectedly. With a terse smile, she turned on her heel and stalked back into the house, the door slamming open and then shut with a force that made all five left outside jump. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arthur let out a weak laugh. “I suppose I should…” His voice trailed off as he gestured towards the house. He turned to go but then paused, facing once again to the four young adults. “I love you. All of you. And I am so very proud.” He smiled, gently took Molly’s wand from Harry’s lose grip, and strode purposefully into the house, seeking to comfort his still-grieving wife. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny made as if to pull Harry to his feet, but he tugged again on her hand and she joined him on the ground, the four of them once again forming a line along the barrier. The air had a certain tension that hadn’t been there previously, due to the scare they had just suffered. The silence gave way to the restless sounds of nervous shifting and almost inaudible whimpers of perturbation. Ginny felt a hint of annoyance at the obvious discomfort and she quickly squashed it down, guilt flooding in its place. Knowing you were finally safe was one thing, but actually feeling safe was something completely different.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The shuffling intensified as the silence grew longer. Ginny still had all her questions racing around her mind, struggling to free themselves, to find the answers she had been longing for since that dreadful night in the castle. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fred, oh Fred.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A sudden exhale of breath broke the night, the whisper that followed as startling as if it had been shouted. “I really would feel better if…” Hermione let her voice trail off and she fingered her wand nervously, eyes still roving across the seeable horizon. She sent a pleading look at Harry who gave an imperceptible nod. Ron hummed in agreement and shot Hermione a questioning look and she shook her head negatively. “I’ve got it.” A gentle, yet strained smile accompanied a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank-you, Ron.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What…?” Ginny began, but fell silent when Ron shushed her with a furrow of the brow and a frown. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In a minute</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> his eyes seemed to tell her and she nodded tersely, the smoldering fire starting to flare once again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hermione stood fluidly, her wand held steady. She barely whispered the words but Ginny could hear the spells clearly. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Protego totalum.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A rustle in the tall grass sent Ron and Harry to their feet, wands extended, eyes searching. Hermione continued, a little hurried.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Salvio hexia. Muffliato.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The rustle intensified and the boys took a step forward and then inward, automatically shielding Ginny from potential danger. Ginny made a move to protest, to stand to her feet, but a quick glance from Harry stopped her. His eyes were cold, hard, demanding. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stay put.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> She was almost frightened by such a look from the boy who was always so kind, so warm.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Cave inimicum. Repello Muggletum.” Hermione stepped in between the boys, her wand pointed at the sound. “Homenum revelio.” She relaxed slightly, her voice trembling with something Ginny couldn’t quite grasp. “Probably an animal or a frog. We </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">are</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> near the pond. ”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Or it’s the wind.” Harry muttered, unsettled, his wand arm lowering as he collapsed back next to Ginny.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny watched as her brother ran his left hand lightly down Hermione’s arm to her waist, hugging her to him. She smiled brightly up at him and they took their seats on the opposite side of Ginny, effectively sandwiching the girls between the two boys. She inwardly smiled when she saw her once emotionally stunted brother rub his fingers over the fist Hermione had made over her wand, before resting his hand on her knee in a comforting manner.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I imagine you have…questions.” Hermione began, smiling wryly at the girl she thought of as a sister. A cocked eyebrow was her response, as if to say </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">no shit, Sherlock.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And you call </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">me</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> insensitive.” Ron muttered good-naturedly. “I’d worry more if she </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">didn’t</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> have questions. Ginny never shuts up with her questions—ouch!” He rubbed the sore part of his arm and glowered at his sister as she moved her pinching fingers back to her own lap. An exasperated bark of laughter escaped at the cross-eyed look she shot at him. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hermione shot him a glare that he had been on the receiving end of since first year and he responded in kind with a playful quirk of the eyebrow that seemed to say </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">you love me, you know you do</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. She stifled a smile and looked back at Ginny. “Protection charms.” She motioned to the invisible protection wards she had just cast. “We’ve used them at every campsite. I don’t….I can’t…” She looked helplessly at the ground, struggling with the words.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We feel safer with them.” The boys said in unison, a sardonic chuckle emerging from both at the harmony. Hermione’s hand drifted to her forearm, brushing against it lightly, a slight wince in her eyes. Ron let out a whimpering sound of protest and snatched her hand away, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. “Don’t. Please, don’t.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Honestly, Ronald.” She sighed without the usual snap behind the words. Ginny’s curiosity was piqued at the look of anguish in his eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The words were out before she could stop them. “Don’t what? What does it matter if she touches her arm?” Ginny winced as soon as the words escaped. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I truly am my mother’s daughter.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Everything stopped with her question. Harry froze, unblinking as he stared into nothing, losing himself in his memories. Ron was glaring at her, fuming with anger and agony, knuckles turning white around his wand and the fist that pressed against Hermione’s thigh. Hermione pursed her lips, blinking in an attempt to stop the tears from forming, her hand moving once again to brush against her arm. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It was…”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“S’private!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“…Malfoy Manor…”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“PRIVATE!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ron, she has a right…”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“She doesn’t need to, Harry! Not this.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Boys!” Hermione’s sharp voice broke through the beginning of their argument, effectively halting the rising words. “It’s my choice, really.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“S’private.” Ron muttered again, his eyes drifting back to the ground, clenching his jaw in an effort to hold back the anger. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ron.” Hermione leaned in and rested her chin on his shoulder, her forehead brushing against his ear. “I’m okay.” She whispered. “Because of you, I’m okay. Remember that, please.” He turned his head and rested his forehead against hers and swallowed hard as she kissed his cheek again. “It’s going to be okay.” She reassured again before sitting back up, giving a twitch of a smile at his whine of protest as she moved. Her fingers started toying with the sleeve of her jumper. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, debating. The sleeve slowly pushed up past her elbow and she turned her head away, closing her eyes against the tears, not wanting to see the cursed scar that had been left behind. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny stared, horrified, as she read the revealed word that had been carved into the skin jaggedly. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mudblood</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. A fury welled up inside her soul, and her fists clenched in her lap. “Who? When?” She hissed, her fiery eyes darting between Ron and Hermione, relaxing only marginally when she felt Harry’s hand slide over her knee. “Why?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Bellatrix.” Hermione said simply, sliding the sleeve back to hide the horrible word. “During the spring, either at the end of March, maybe the beginning April, I really can’t remember now, we were captured by some snatchers.” She ignored Harry’s muttered </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">my fault</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and smiled weakly at Ginny. “We were taken to Malfoy Manor where they threw Ron and Harry into the cellar, and I was kept upstairs to be tortured.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was silence again. Ginny knew</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">there was more to the story, there had to be, nothing was that simple. A strangled sort of sob jolted her back to the present and she gaped at her older brother. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ron was hunched over, hands clutching at his hair, Hermione clutching him about his back, her face buried in his neck. Both were crying. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harry heaved a shaky breath and ran his fingers over Ginny’s knee absentmindedly. “Ron screamed himself hoarse, pleading for Bellatrix to stop, to take him instead. Screaming her name, pounding on the walls. The worst part was when the screaming stopped. We didn’t know if she was dead or had simply passed out from too much of the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">crucio.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny’s hands covered her mouth, her eyes wide. Harry nodded at her unspoken question. “Bellatrix wanted her to suffer. She was convinced we had broken into her Gringotts vault and taken the Sword of Gryffindor and wanted to know what else we had taken.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It is how we knew there was a—a horcrux inside her vault.” Hermione’s voice was muffled from her face being pressed into Ron’s neck. “So it was worth it.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ron let out another strangled sob. “Don’t </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">say</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> that!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">true,</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Ron.” She said gently, as if they had had this conversation before. In one swift move, she lifted his head up and kissed him fervently. “And I’m </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">okay</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> now. All for the greater good.” She motioned to her arm. “This is </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">nothing</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> in the larger picture. We </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">needed</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> that cup.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tears still in his eyes, he crushed her to his chest, her arms sliding around his waist in a tangle of limbs that couldn’t be uncomfortable. Neither protested from the position, needing desperately the comfort the other could provide. Ginny looked away, slightly perturbed by the display, and rested her hand on Harry’s shoulder. “We can stop.” Her voice was softer than usual, filled with understanding and compassion. Harry nodded gratefully and slid the hand on her knee around her waist and hugged her to him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m going to bed.” Ron stood suddenly and started back towards the house, trying to ignore the three gazes boring into his back. Halfway, he turned and gave Hermione a shy, almost-smile. At this, she immediately leapt up and followed.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Later, Ginny.” She called over her shoulder as she took Ron’s hand in her own and let him lead her into the house, leaving Harry and Ginny sitting in silence, still staring at the now closed doorway.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Inside, Ron was expecting to face the inquisition force that was his mother, but was pleasantly surprised to see no one waiting for their return. He briefly debating apparating up to his room, but realized the noise would alert everyone in the house. “C’mon.” He released Hermione’s hand and trudged up the stairs, his girlfriend close behind. As they reached the top of the long staircase, he felt a light pinch and he whirled around to see an impish smile on her face. A matching grin colored his face and he reached for her hands to tug her into his room, barely missing the door frame as he walked backwards.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She freed one hand to close the door and let him drag her to rest fully against him, his hands sliding from hers to circle her waist. Her fingers walked up his chest until her hands were resting over his shoulders, fingers moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was a war raging behind his eyes, trying to decide between kissing her until neither of them could think and uttering the words that had been in his mind since Bill and Fleur’s wedding. “Hermione.” He winced. His voice sounded harsh to his own ears and he hoped she didn’t mind. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her soft reply melted away his fears. “Yes, Ron?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His eyes focused on a stray curl that stood out from her ponytail in an effort to stem the sudden nervous butterflies that had taken residence in his stomach. “We’re not in the heat of battle.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her eyes took on a slightly confused look before understanding dawned. Her gaze softened even more and a small smile curved her lips. “I noticed, yes.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His shoulders shook a little from silent laughter at his obvious statement and he pressed on before his nerves could take over. “So what I’m about to say, you can’t tell me it’s from fear of not living through the night.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mmmm.” She hummed, and pressed a little closer. “I suppose I can’t argue with that logic.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He swallowed hard at the contact and willed himself to continue, his fingers clutching a little firmer on her waist. “Hermione…” He rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes briefly. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now or never, big guy</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ron…” Her voice was little more than a breath on his cheek.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I love you.” His voice was quiet, but steady. Firm and solid in the conviction of his feelings.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh, Ronald.” Her lips touched his, softer than he could have imagined, melting into a blissful oblivion where only they existed. She pulled back slightly, enough to breath her response. “Ron, I love you.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He let out a broken sob and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tears soaking into her jumper. A bit startled, she slid a hand from where it had been resting on his shoulder to gently clasp his neck, pressing him to her, the other hand moving soothingly over his back. She could barely hear his muffled words but could make out “Fred, happy, why.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ron?” She felt him move and rest his forehead on her shoulder, his breathing shaky. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“How can I feel so happy and so miserable at the same time?” Ron collapsed back onto the bed, his head dropping into his hands. “Fred would have loved this, would have reveled in teasing me relentlessly over this. I mean, he already has – had – for years. Fred would have been so happy for us.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For once, she had no words for him. Instead, she moved to the bed, collapsing next to him, mentally and emotionally exhausted. He watched as she pulled her wand out of her pocket, whispering the charms to prevent prying ears from hearing what would be said and curious intruders from entering the room. She swallowed, sifting through what she wanted to say. “I’m here, Ron and I’m not leaving you. Not for Harry, not for Ginny, not even if the whole of wizarding kind threw me a party tonight. I </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">need</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> you.” Her voice lost some of its conviction, insecurity seeping into her words. “And...you need me.” She relaxed at his nod and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “What do you need tonight, Ron?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him, settling on the bed and clutching her to him like she was his lifeline. “I just need you.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hermione had said later, which to Ginny, meant that the conversation about the last year would happen at a later time that was most definitely not tonight. She shifted on the grass, attempting to get a little more comfortable. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she snuggled into Harry’s side, relishing in the feel of his arm around her after so long. “Harry…” Her voice trailed off, unsure where to begin. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His fingers brushed against her thigh as they moved to splay across her stomach, his other hand braced behind him to provide balance. “I’m sorry, Gin.” He sighed heavily and looked down at her, meeting her gaze unwaveringly.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her voice was unusually quiet, softer in his admission. “I know.” Then, teasingly, “it’s that ridiculous nobility you Gryffindor men are known for.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He laughed, his face lighter than it had been in months. “I’m sure many a Gryffindor man has had those very words tossed at him by a woman who loves him.” His face grew serious again and he furrowed his brow slightly, thinking about his next words. “I still love you, Ginny. I never stopped.” He froze when he felt her chilled nose nestle in his ear, a tiny shiver racing down his spine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know, silly man.” A shiver ran through her body and she realized her fingers were growing numb. She shifted back to cuddle into his side. “It’s rather chilly for May, don’t you think?” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mmmm.” He hummed indecisively. “I’m not sure. I’m pretty warm, to be honest.” He laughed as she shoved him away and he flopped onto his back, his eyes shining brightly with mirth at her from the ground. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Git.” She snorted, tweaking his nose with her fingers before settling down next to him in the grass, her head resting on his arm, her hand reaching across their bodies for his other hand. He obliged willingly. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This isn’t fixed, you know.” She said suddenly, turning her head to face him, the righteous fire that had been smoldering for the last year fully blazing in her gaze. She saw him wince and look away. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know.” His voice was hoarse with regret.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We still have a lot to discuss.” She continued, softer than before, though no less passionate.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“As much as you’re allowed to tell me, I need to know. I may not always </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">want</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> to know, but if I’m going to trust you fully again, I need you to trust me enough to tell me.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at their clasped hands before meeting his eyes resolutely. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A soft smile was slowly forming on his bruised face, softening his eyes and melting her heart. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” He promised fervently, his gaze never wavering. “But if it’s something I feel is either Ron or Hermione’s choice to reveal, you need to accept my decision about it.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ginny gave a nod, her hair falling into her face. “Agreed.” The angry passion was now completely dissipated, leaving in its place only her love for the young man on the grass next to her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She settled back to her original position. “We’re closer to being fixed.” She decided, before admonishing gently. “But not nearly half-way there.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harry chuckled and rolled over on his side to kiss her cheek. An eyebrow rose and he bit back a laugh at the affronted look in her eyes. “Seriously? I give you the best birthday kiss you’ve ever received and all I get now is a brotherly kiss on…” The rest of her rant was abruptly cut off as he dove at her, covering her lips with his still grinning ones. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She broke the awkward kiss and started laughing. “How was that?” Harry asked in faux seriousness.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Closer…You might be half-way now.” She giggled, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Good.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And all conversation was effectively cut off.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">----</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is to be noted that not everything was fixed, not by a long shot. Lives were still broken by the war, souls shattered by the loss of their other half. Tomorrow, reality would have to be faced once more in the form of rebuilding, funerals and uprooting remaining Death Eaters. But for tonight, the bad could be forgotten in the arms of someone who loved them. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-30552345190379804412012-04-21T10:53:00.001-05:002012-04-21T10:53:31.152-05:00The Dress - a Limerick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There once was a lady of yore</div>
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Who everyone loved to adore</div>
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Said a man late one night</div>
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It would be my delight</div>
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To see that dress on my floor</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-26218967400378821362012-04-20T13:25:00.001-05:002012-04-21T10:53:44.383-05:00The Cat - a Limerick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There once was a kitty called Rat</div>
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All covered in fuzzy and fat</div>
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Her owners surmised</div>
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What would be her demise</div>
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Were the flees in her dirty old mat</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-80463810325223213832012-04-19T12:24:00.000-05:002012-04-19T12:24:29.284-05:00Swirls of Grey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brilliant blue slowly gives way to the white</div>
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The cotton of white that blankets darkens</div>
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Sky amass with swirls of dismal color</div>
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The white is marred with the masses of grey</div>
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The rain-heavy clouds darken to charcoal</div>
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Once light air becomes heavy with promise</div>
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There is a sweet smell that tickles the nose</div>
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A breathy whisper on the chilly breeze </div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGC7tOlrdk/SwD0JtXZvmI/AAAAAAAAJFE/HBqvBvwUils/s400/keep-calm-who-kidding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGC7tOlrdk/SwD0JtXZvmI/AAAAAAAAJFE/HBqvBvwUils/s320/keep-calm-who-kidding.jpg" width="256" /></a><br /><a href="http://bumbumbum.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/keep-calm-and-click-on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://bumbumbum.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/keep-calm-and-click-on.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>
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I want to dance together</div>
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Whirling, twirling, stumbling</div>
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With breathy laughter and </div>
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bodies held closely</div>
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I want to sing together</div>
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Boldly, quietly, tenderly</div>
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With rough harmony and </div>
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strong choruses</div>
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I want to laugh together</div>
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Hearty, boisterous, strong</div>
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With quiet giggles and </div>
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from-the-gut guffaws</div>
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I want to cry together</div>
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Sobbing, sniffling, comforting</div>
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With fingers tender and</div>
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gently wiping tears</div>
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I want to live together</div>
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Better, worse, everything</div>
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With understanding and</div>
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unconditional love</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-794047642763187972012-04-17T10:00:00.000-05:002012-04-17T10:00:02.864-05:00Dancing in the Moonlight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's spinning between constellations<br />
It's in the graceful way she moves
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The stars are caught in her eyes</div>
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He's waltzing between the galaxies<br />
It's in the steady way he moves
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The stars are caught in his eyes<br />
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They are dancing together through life<br />
It's in the fluid way they move<br />
The stars are caught in their eyes</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756444705585882550.post-59419427799922764712012-04-16T10:00:00.000-05:002012-04-16T10:00:06.710-05:00Just Tell Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 1.5em;">Kiss me gently, my dear, near the old oak tree</span></div>
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Where the branches entwine and sunlight shines through</div>
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Speak the words, make it true, my dear, just tell me</div>
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Just tell me you love me, by the quiet sea</div>
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In a meadow, where wild flowers grow as if strewn</div>
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Kiss me gently, my dear, near the old oak tree</div>
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Hands gently intertwined, hear my heartfelt plea</div>
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Please stay by my side, where we'll enjoy the view</div>
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Speak the words, make it true, my dear, just tell me</div>
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Guard my heart, my love, for you hold the key</div>
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Come what may, dear heart, you're the one I look to</div>
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Kiss me gently, my dear, near the old oak tree</div>
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Admit your love and let the words set me free</div>
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Be kind to my heart, this is all fresh and new</div>
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Speak the words, make it true, my dear, just tell me</div>
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Hold me tenderly, oh so tight, so all can see</div>
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<span style="line-height: 19px;">Press me close to you under the sky so blue</span></div>
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Kiss me gently, my dear, near the old oak tree</div>
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Speak the words, make it true, my dear, just tell me</div>
</span></span></dl>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410722645190665917noreply@blogger.com0