A Bitter Silence (Version two of 'Silence is Music?')

5

I must have been sitting there for hours, and when I looked up, the sky was darkening. I didn't look at Sera, but instead patted my shoulder, noticing that she was slightly heavier than usual, which was good.

I walked back to the Burrow, the first person I encountered was Ron. He stared at Sera. "What did you do to it." I resisted the urge to look, and kept walking.

Fred walked past. "Hey George, look what she's done to her owl!!"

Percy poked his nose out of his room. "Oh dear."

Arthur was at work, Bill was in Egypt, Charlie Romania. I didn't really want to know their opinions.

I stepped into our room. And first thing I know is that Gin is squealing and jumping on me. Oh dear.

"I love it!!!" She yelled.

Finally I allowed my self to take my first look at my handiwork. I looked again.

Sera's wing wasn't a mangled mess as I had expected. But it was a brilliant white, contrasting with her grey body.

I shared Ginny's opinion.

I LOVED IT!!!

Sera flapped it experimentally, and then opened them wide she flew once around the cramped room, and came to rest on Ginny's shoulder.

Ginny nearly fainted.

"Your sooo powerful, I doubt even Professor Dumbly could do that!!!" And so on. Blah blah blah...

I just couldn't believe it had worked. Even if it was the wrong colour. But it was the right colour for me. Cheesy huh?

We went down to dinner, just as we sat down, my stomach grumbled loudly, except it didn't make a noise. So I ate more than Ron. Now that is an accomplishment.

We went to sleep with huge smiles on our faces.

I woke up on the 1st so excited I could burst (heh, that rhymed). Ginny was sitting next to me. She had been depressed for the past few days. and today she was so gloomy I was tempted to charm a raincloud to follow her around.

My trunk was at the end of my bed, packed and ready. we dragged it downstairs, grabbed a load of random things to bring, and stuffed a disgruntled Sera into her cage, Gin apologised to her, straightening her feathers, she ignored us until we coaxed her with bits of toast with jam, she's a sucker for jam. And so I grabbed a pot of Molly's best.

The twins ran downstairs, crashing into each other, hair uncombed, toast shoved in mouths. Percy stepped over them, a neatly written list in one hand, Hermes in the other, Ron, grumbling, dragged both of their trunks down. I vaguely heard "Perfect prefect Percy..."

I flicked a bit of mud at him and it missed, but a bit went on his nose. He sneezed.

Molly bustled into the room, "Right, let's go!!! We're already late." Right, we're getting the floo, to the special room next door. Okay? Right. Fred, you first, take yours and Harmony's trunks, he waved, took a handful of powder, and poof!!

George, then Ronnie next was me and Percy. He stepped into the fire, threw the floo powder down, and barked "Kings Cross Station!" I wished I could do that. I gripped tightly to him as we whizzed past other openings.

We stumbled out into the little room used for floo pass, and, once Gin and Molly were here, set out to platform 9 3/4.

"Now what's the platform number?" Molly said, she knew of course, after going for seven years and having eight kids go through it, but she wanted to make Gin happy. "9 and 3 quarters" Ginny piped " Mum, can't I go"