❝I think the war changed me a lot, yeah. I hope you noted the sarcasm.❞
The Kingdom of the Magical folk had never been at rest ever since the birth of the Dark Lord. Constant wars and bloodshed had become children's bedtime tales.
One such gloomy d...
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The rest of the week was pretty much uneventful. Trainings took place in regular intervals, the food breaks were enjoyable and filled with a lot of deep conversations with her friends. Sirius checked in on Harry, who was his godson, often and had developed a friendly bond with the group.
Being the leader of the group and the High Commander, Harry was under a lot of pressure. To lessen this, Neville suggested sharing the group's work with someone should Harry be preoccupied. Ginny was named for this and she willingly obliged, happy to help in any way.
According to her group, Ron was the smartest and the most agile person but Ginny knew more than anyone that the real Ron was nowhere near agile even if he were smart. It was funny how he got to spend time at leisure while she worked her back off, even though she was the one who chose it.
During the break that they were given, stories of their families were exchanged and Ginny would, at times, catch Harry staring at her with a smile. It gave her an unexplainable feeling of nervousness, as if he was sending a lively group of butterflies to fly around her.
During one such break, a letter arrived for Harry. "I guess we're going to have a complete team," he declared. Ginny exchanged glances with Neville and Luna.
"Another member? But I thought the admission for the Order ended with us," Hermione reasoned. Harry simply shrugged.
"Apparently, the person who's getting admitted got the letter very late. They've tested him. He's supposedly great at flying and we surely need skilled flyers as well." By Sirius' recommendations, Albus had agreed to set up a separate camp for aerial practice. A member from the army, Cedric Diggory as Harry had told them, had proposed the idea of aerial attacks just in case the Dark Lord decided to use any sort of a flying beast in battle. It was a great plan and the King had no issues with going forward with the same.
"Well, in that case, our team will be one of the all-rounders," Neville said. "We have two attackers, two healers, two defenders and now three fliers although I think Harry would rather stay on the ground?" Harry and Ginny had been taking aerial practice as well and they were on breakneck pace against each other.
"It would indeed be a relief if I stay on the ground. If I were to be on a broom, ordering the army will be like blasting my throat out if we don't wish for Voldemort to know our next move." Harry shrugged.
"I get you."
"Yes." Silence reigned for a while before Harry broke it. "A week's passed by since we duelled. Would you -"
"Er, excuse me?" Ginny's heart rate witnessed a severe increase when she heard the familiar voice and she hurried to cower behind Harry's shadow as he stood up.
"Ah, there you are. I'm Harry, Harry Potter, the leader of this group." Harry shook the newest addition's hand in welcome. Ginny bowed her head low, withdrawing under the shadow of her cap.
