Chapter Forty-Two

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We're all at Dad's house, which is my house. Since we're moving in here. But who cares, right now I sit at the table with my head down. I didn't sleep at all the night before, I stayed up and straightened my hair. Took a while and many burns later, but now I have straight hair.

Mr. Weasley was attacked, and Harry somehow saw it. That's what I heard from Hermione and Ron. I haven't talked to Harry since we broke up.

"I love the hair." I hear someone say, I turn and see mum. I haven't seen her yet, she didn't pick me up from the train. Mrs. Weasley did.

I hug her, while she touches my hair. "I haven't straightened my hair in years. What made you do this?"

I lie and don't tell her it's because Harry and I broke up. And I needed to take my mind off him. Instead, I tell her.

"Christmas, I wanted to look nice."

"Well, you look nice with your curls too."

I smile and hold onto her. "You aren't grumpy, why aren't you grumpy?"

"Because it's our first Christmas with Harry. So I'm trying not to be mean."

I watch as Mrs. Weasley brings, Mr. Weasley in. He's in a wheelchair, with a purple crown on. "Daddy's back." She tells them all, they smile and start to clap.

And then she starts giving out gifts. I look back at mum and ask her. "When do I get my gifts?"

"Well, once everyone leaves. We can open gifts, as a family."

I smile and nod, watching as they all open gifts. Ron makes a face since he got another knitted thing from his mum. I giggle a little at that.

Soon Harry comes in, I turn to look at him. And he looks at me, mum then see's Harry she waves for him to come over.

He slowly walks over and greets mum as she greets him. She notices the tension between me and Harry and asks. "Everything alright with you two?" I nod my head, Harry just stares at me.

"Well, I'm going to go get Sirius. I'll be right back."

And then she gets up and leaves, I'm staring at my hands. But I can feel Harry looking at me. "You did your hair." He tells me, I nod and say.

"Yea thought I would do it. Help me get my mind off you and Cho."

He sighs. "Athena don't be like this." I ignore him and continue to stare at my hands.

"I'm sorry."

"How would you feel if I kissed Ron?"

He doesn't say anything. Now he's quiet.

"Exactly."

"You're being unreasonable."

"Just leave me alone."

We don't talk after that.

Mum does not come back with dad. They're probably snogging. I shudder in disgust trying to get that image out of my head. I get up walk away from the table.

I walk around, I never did get a tour of my soon-to-be home. I stop in one room, and the walls are filled with everyone in the family. I'm looking at all the faces trying to find dad but I can't. I then hear a thud from below me. I look down and it's a house-elf, he dropped something. And is staring back at me.

"Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass." He says, confusing me. "Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord." He talks again, I look up at the doorway and Harry is standing there.

"Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike. If my poor mistress only knew..." But he can't speak anymore. Because he's cut off with a shout.

"Kreacher! That's enough of your bile. Away with you!" It was dad, and the house-elf mumbles more things under his breath before turning towards dad and saying.

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