The Lost Witch | Fred Weasley

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

"Weasley can save anything,

He never leaves a single ring,

That's why Gryffindors all SIIIING!

Weasley is our King!"

All the way from the Knight Bus to the house me and Ginny had been serenading Ron, dragging out the word as we swung the front door open to The Burrow.

Ron's ears had gone impossibly red and was smiling down at his feet, blushing intensely.

At our dramatic entrance Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was and welcomed us all.

"Oh, it's good to see you all –"

"Weasley can save anything!" we started again. "Hush down, you two. Harry dear, bring your stuff up to Ron's room for the –"

"He never leaves a single ring," "Quiet down. Hermione if you put your stuff by the fire, we'll help you home with it to- "

"That's why Gryffindors all sing!"

"I said shut it!" she screamed. We stopped singing and looked at each other. You couldn't not finish it.

So we turned and went to escape up the stairs, while screaming, "WEASLEY IS OUR KING!" as we ran away from her.

I heard a deep chuckle from the living room that made me stop in my tracks.

I turned around and went back down, finding Sirius sitting there casually, joined by Mr. Weasley, Remus, Bill and Fleur. My smile spread and I ran at him, tackling him with a hug.

"Woah, slow down kid. I'm not as young as I once was."

"What are you doing here?!" Harry questioned coming into the room too, a wide smile on his face.

"Well, Dumbledore managed a talk with the Minister..." he started. "Cleared of all charges!" Nym interrupted him, coming to join us too.

My smile started to hurt my face by now. I let out a squeal and pulled him into another bone crushing hug. To think that he wasn't supposed to be here right now was wrong in so many ways. 

He's supposed to be with us.

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We were all sat around the dining table, in the middle of dinner that evening when we heard the familiar crack of someone Apparating outside.

We all looked up as there came a knock on the door. Bill got up and opened it, letting in Dumbledore and McGonagall, both carrying presents.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you for inviting us to your celebration tonight," Dumbledore said to Mrs. Weasley with a small bow. "I hope it's alright, we brought some presents for our graduates." Dumbledore turned to me then and stretched the box he was holding towards me.

I stood up and rounded the table to the Professors. I accepted the gift, lifting the lid to find it filled to the rim with chocolate frogs, and a large tin of Sherbet Lemons. In the middle there was a golden feathered quill. I grinned.

"Thank you, Professor, I love it," I smiled, giving him a short hug.

"Now, now. You are no longer my student, Allison. I think Albus is appropriate. Or Dumbledore. It makes me feel more important than I am when people use my last name," he chuckled to himself.

I turned to McGonagall. "Does that mean I can finally call you Minnie without getting scolded?" She narrowed her eyes at me as I said it.

"I'm gonna take that as a no, then." She shook her head, but I saw a small smile hidden there.