Hello to my dear and patient readers!
Guess who... believe it or not, I'm back and thankfully exams are OVER! And a week today I go to ROMA!

So I cannot believe ho long it has been, and I cannot apologies enough as to how long I have deserted you all .

So depending on how you see this, the good news is, this is a very long post, bad news is I hav not wrote another thing for after this, but I'll have time when I am on holiday!

So without further ado...




Post 48

Neville came to the dorm and asked for me to go with him to Proffessor Dumbledore’s office. Harry and Dumbledore had returned home, though only Harry alive and well.
Harry’s whole body was shaking as a tear ran from his eye. I had only ever seen him cry once in my life before. I put my hand on his shoulder as Proffessor McGonagll tried to convince him that things like death happen for a reason. But he knew all too well about death. Hermione too was in tears while Ron and I looked on helpless. I was never close to Dumbledore. Sure, I could go to him and talk if I needed help or whatever, but never as close as Harry was.
His funeral took place on Tuesday morning before we left to go home on the Friday. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was the most perfect shade of blue. It was a lovely service. A first year student from each house was asked to do something special for the funeral. Rows of wooden benches lined the grass beside a stream that runs through the school grounds. The end of each pew was decorated with a single white lily. Proffessor Snape said a few words about the head teacher much to the disgust of a few Gryffindor’s though Harry said nothing. He hadn’t said much since they had returned from that trip. I still didn’t know where they had ventured to but I realised that it was not the time or place, so I let it go.
I woke to the sound of Harry’s voice. He was talking to Ron and I could tell he was angry and tense. “Ron, it’s Snape. He bloody killed him! Now what do I do. Dumbledore needed us. And we needed him.” He huffed loudly. “I knew it was always him to watch out for. But Dumbledore didn’t.”
Hermione’s voice was sympathetic. “Harry, we need to trust Dumbledore’s judgment. He obviously trusted Snape. Maybe there is more to it.”
I had nodded off against Ron’s shoulder and I felt him shake his head. “Trust Dumbledore? He betrayed Harry. The sooner you realise that the better. No, I’m with Harry. That slimy git is defiantly for the dark side. I mean, what’s next. Things just seem to go from bad to worse and I worry that it ain’t going to get better any time soon.”
“-We need to finish what Dumbledore started and go-” Harry began.
“-And you worry about her. You need to put her first Harry. And if you don’t...”
“-Yeah I know,” Harry butted back in. There was an awkward silence.
“We’ll I’m glad you know you’ll have me to answer to. She’s the baby of the family Harry. She’s still immature.”
“She’s more mature than you think.” Harry muttered.
“It’s an act. Don’t be fooled by that. She acts like that for you.” I wanted to open my eyes and defend myself but I squeezed them shut.
“Why don’t you ask her when she’s awake? I’m sure she’d want to defend herself, Ron. This is going to be a hard year for all of us. Let’s just leave this before we say anything we’ll regret.”
The rest of the journey home was silent. Harry had said little and Ron and Hermione attempted to keep the mood light and cheery probably for my benefit, though they were failing miserable.
When we got to the station I craned my neck to try and see my mum and dad. They weren’t there and I started to worry for no reason until I heard my name being called over the swarm of people.
“Ron, Ginny.” He shouted heads and shoulders above everyone else.
“Charlie!” I ran over to him and hugged the brother I missed most.
“You remember Katie.” He said with a grin. I said hello and hugged her as the others came over. She was petite and had long think brown hair that hung casually to her waist. She had big brown eyes and was quite pale. She smiled and laughed the whole was home in Charlie’s little old battered car as we told her stories about our year at Hogwarts.
We had had to say goodbye to Hermione at the station, but Katie invited her to the “wedding,” if you can call it that.
“You know, I actually need to go and pick up my dress.” She told us. “Charlie, could you be a babe and drop me at the leaky cauldron. Ginny, you should come with me.” I loved how relaxed and carefree she was.
“Yeah, that would be good.” I replied and Charlie smiled at me through the rear mirror.

***

Harry got out of the car with me at the leaky cauldron. “You’ll come over tonight won’t you?” I looked at him confused. “I’m going to Grimrauld Place.” He explained. I nodded quickly as he climbed back in the car. The boys waved as they drove away.
“So, Ginny. Bet you’re glad it’s the holidays now.” Katie said attempting to make conversation.
“Yeah, can relax for a while now!” I laughed at the thought. For a while I couldn’t see past my exams.
“Well Charlie and I are straight back to Romania after the wedding. But it’s great because we really love it there. It’s a holiday every day for us.”
“I hope I can find a job I love when I leave school.” I told her continuing
“Well stick in and you can do whatever you want Ginny!” I rolled my eyes. This seems to be all adults enjoy telling me. I swear, do they just hate their lives that much? If it’s not Mum and Dad, its professors at school and now Katie… I always considered her a bit cool and someone who didn’t worry, but people better stop talking about the future. I’d like to live in the moment thank you very much!
“So Ginny, about this ceremony,” Katie said, finally changing the subject, “Charlie and I would love for you to do a reading. Just a short one that we have picked nothing too long and boring. How does that sound?”
I smiled. She was going to be such a great sister in law. “Of course I will.” I told her as we stepped into a small boutique.
An older lady appeared from behind a counter where lots of bright fabrics in all different styles and textures were jumbled up, but obviously an organised fashion to her. A Miss O’ Connor! Everything is ready for you. I’ll just go and get it. She appeared moments later with a longs bag that opened when she waved her wand and revealed the most perfect dress . It was made just for Katie. Everything about it reflected her awesomeness!
Next we went to a small flower shop where Katie picked up her bouquite of flowers- Five sunflowers held together with a piece of white silky ribbon.
She took me out for pizza then we went home where I greeted my parents with a big hug. Home at last...




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Sophie Bubbles