𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗲, harry potter

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CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR
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-: fifth year :-

── IN WHICH LETTERS ARRIVE

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Despite the continuous teasing that came from Fred, George and often Ron, to which Harry didn't care so much about, the date marked somewhat of a turning point for the young couple. Not that there was much of a need to change... but the ability to get away and somewhat leave the hubbub of the ever-busy 12 Grimmauld Place (which housed at least twelve people, Kreacher and Buckbeak at all times), meant that like the rest of the summer, Jane and Harry had something private.

And that meant everything to them.

It was somewhere for them to escape for during the days of August, taking advantage of the days they had before September 1st came. And it seemed to come quickly. It was merely days before the beginning of the new year when Jane - whilst baking with Flora in preparation for dinner that night - was handed a stack of parchment envelopes.

"Book lists." Mrs Weasley smiled, as Sirius snuck out of the door into the yard to feed the weathered-looking owl who had delivered them one of the small rodents destined to feed Buckbeak later that evening. "Be a dear, Jane, and go and hand them to the others."

The ginger girl nodded, although the expression on her face was a little hesitant as she turned to Flora. "Go on." Florence urged, the thoroughly-floured hand placed reassuringly on her daughter's shoulder leaving a handprint. 

Prompted by this, Jane washed her own hands and ensured they were clean before accepting the envelopes from Mrs Weasley and slipped past Sirius and beamed at the arrival of Tonks, who was trying her hardest to not trip in the corridor and awaken Mrs Black, before making her way upstairs. She was by no means against the idea of Harry or any of the others going back to school but, admittedly, she was a little upset by the thought of being left alone after so long was... frightening. 

However she would never voice this. It had come quite close to her notice - and she was very close to realising entirely - that Harry would do anything for her. He loved her, and she loved him. She knew he was wary about his return anyway; that had been made obvious enough after Sirius mentioned that had Harry been expelled he would have stayed here, and if he stayed there then that was where Jane was. He loved Hogwarts, but Jane had been the one to free him from his demons, whether it had been intentional or not. She was somewhat aware that if Harry was hear a tremor in her tone there would be more worry than necessary.

She was fine with staying in Grimmauld Place... it just reminded her of being at the home, when - despite all the younger kids there and all of the kind workers - Jane didn't have many to confide in. Hopefully, her enrollment at a new muggle school might help with that. 

"Alright, Jane?" George seemed to appear out of nowhere with a pop - Apparation, as Jane learnt - and completely interrupted her thoughts. 

Fred was there as well, a smile on his face. "Hogwarts letters?" He asked, and when Jane nodded she leafed through the pile and held out two of them. "Smashing - give us Ginny and Hermione's and we'll get them delivered."

"Don't do anything to them." She said knowingly, only to get smirks and shakes of heads and secondary pops as they disappeared once more. With a smile on her face at their bizarre actions, she knocked on the door of Harry and Ron's shared room and pushed it open.