Chp 3- The Weasley Christmas Dinner

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Chapter 3

Swarms of people were running around Hogwarts. Spells were being shot from every direction, she had just barely dodged one. She passed Cho Chang and Seamus by the fourth floor but she wasn't looking for them.Again she ducked as a spell was shot at her, she returned fire.

"Alright there Angelina?" A voice called from the fifth floor. She looked up and grinned. Oliver Wood looked down at her, bloody but grinning.

"I'm alright...Wood look out!!" A death Eater shot a spell at Wood which he skillfully blocked and began dueling. She continued down the flights of stairs until she saw the back of a head she recognized but then she frowned. His hair was sticking up at the back all wrong. That wasn't him. But where was he running to? Where were they all running to? Angelina too broke into a sprint in the same direction as everyone else. There was Fred falling, still smiling.

A scream shattered the silence of a dark flat and Angelina Johnson sat up in bed. Her face was washed with sweat and her heart was pounding hard against her chest. She wiped the tears from her eyes and fell back unto her pillow then sobbed. It was a dream she had at least three nights a week. Every time she had it the grief became fresh.

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George Weasley was awoken by a similar dream, only his hurt more because he didn't save him. Fred called to him but he couldn't save him. He sat up in bed and pulled the covers off planting his feet on the cold floor. He looked at the clock, it was only 3 am. Sighing, he moved to the window and pulled it open. The cold breeze licked his cheeks and he closed his eyes, allowing it to caress his face. Fred has always been there when he had bad dreams, now his twin was the cause of his bad dreams, and he was all alone.

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On the morning of the dinner, the Weasley house was buzzing with excitement. Most of the family had arrived the day before to help set things up and the house had been further expanded to accommodate everyone. The festivities however, was to be kept at the back of the house where Bill and Fluer had their wedding. Bill and Charlie helped Mr.Weasley to set up the tents while Percy and Ginny strung decorations. As usual Ron and Harry had degnoming duties and Ron complained bitterly.

"Hermione dear, that's a bit too much salt, that will do," Mrs.Weasley chided as her and Hermione worked in the kitchen. Hermione's ear burned red as she apologized.

"I'm sorry Mrs.Weasley."

"It's ok dear, I'll take it from her." She gently escorted Hermione from the kitchen and shut the door leaving Hermione to go chat it up with Fluer and her sister Gabriel.

One by one the guests started to arrive. Katie and Lee arrived together, followed by Alicia then Oliver and Jennifer arrived shortly after. Soon ministry members and other friends of the family started pouring in. Alicia kept watching the clock. The dinner was to start at four.

"Where the hell is Angelina?" She asked nudging Katie. Katie frowned and looked at the clock too.

"Do you think we should go get her?" Katie asked. Lee shook his head.

"I don't think that's a very good idea. We should give her some space. George isn't here either yet, but I'm positive they will both make it." Katie beamed at him and Lee kissed her forehead.

There was a knock on the door and Alicia rushed to go get it.

"I'll get it!!!" She flung open the door to see one of her best friends standing there.

"Lina!!! I'm so glad you came. Everyone is getting ready to move around the back, dinner is about to start."

Mrs.Weasley too kept returning to the house to check the clock. George's hand was still pointed to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezys. Her guests were becoming hungry so she went back to the back to announce that dinner would be served. The evening wore on beautifully as everyone laughed and chatted about past events and current ones too. The noise seized suddenly however as a new person entered the scene. In a flash Mrs.Weasley had left the table and had George in a tight tearful hug.

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