"Even though we never said it to each other
we knew."
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In this story, We see the point of view of a Weasley Girl, her name is Alice Abigail Weasley, she has 6 brothers and 1 sister. She also experiences a romantic relationship with the 'chose...
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"Who's supposed to arrive after Ron and Tonks?" Ginny asked while plucking the dead leaves of some flowers.
Mum, Ginny and I decided to go to my garden, they wanted to help me out with a few things.
"The plan was for Arthur and Fred to be second," Mum replied, "We should go outside, Their portkey should be arriving any minute now,"
We all rushed out to the front yard without another word. It was pitch black and chilled with the evening breeze. Still, the air was silent. We waited by the front door, staring intensely into the dark sky in silence.
After a few impatiently waited long minutes, there was a pop in the middle of the field, and an ancient shoe appeared out of the air, spinning rapidly, before dropping to the grass.
Dad and Fred were nowhere to be seen.
Mum let out a worried sob, turned back around and rushed into the house.
Ginny then turned to look at me with a worried expression. "What does this mean?" She whispered.
"Either the Death Eaters are extremely tactical, or someone from our side ratted us out."
"What?" She audibly gasped quickly covering her mouth with her hands. "But- who would-" Before she could finish I placed one hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be okay" I reassured with a small smile on my face. "Come on, let's go inside"
I grabbed her hand in comfort as we returned to the Burrow. Ginny and I took a seat on the floral patterned sofa, she laid her head on my shoulder and we sat there in a comforting silence.
Seconds flew by, then minutes and still no sign of anything or anyone.
Then, after almost an hour of waiting, a loud crack echoed from the back door. Ginny and I quickly got up from the sofa and dashed towards the door. A sudden wave of relief went through my whole body, I could cry.
There, visibly, stood Hagrid, panting heavily, his hair and beard bushier than ever, and right beside him was Harry, looking pale and startled.
I gasped loudly and ran across the field to Harry, not caring to check to see if it was the real Harry or someone else. I jumped into Harry's arms and immediately knew it was the real Harry.
I could hear Mum approaching Hagrid from behind us and interrogating him with questions.
After a few seconds of silence me and Harry finally decided to pull away from each other.
