Forgotten

Book 2 Flourish and Blotts

"I can't believe he's actually here!" Ginny said from her bed.

I smiled at her through the mirror that I had been brushing my hair in. Harry had only been living under the same roof as her for about a week and she was still as giddy as the first morning she had seen him. It was odd seeing her fawn over my brother. My brush touched the dresser under the mirror.

"You can just talk to him, you know?" I said.

"Talk to him?" Ginny squeaked, "Talk to him about what?"

"I don't know. Find out what he likes. You both like Quidditch, don't you?"

Ginny fell back onto her bed with a deep breath. An explosion sounded from Fred and George's room not surprising either of us. I pulled on Ginny's hand to coax her downstairs to the kitchen. When she saw that Harry wasn't anywhere around she began to relax slightly. I joined Mrs. Weasley's side to help her cook breakfast, ignoring her when she said that she didn't require any help. She smiled heartily when I took the pan from her so she could sit down at the table and breathe for a moment. I couldn't see how she handled working around the house by herself all the time. Seven kids couldn't have been easy to constantly take care of.

I heard a loud clatter behind me as Harry and Ron walked into the room. It wasn't to my surprise that Ginny had dropped her bowl of porridge by accident. She looked up to me as a plea for help, but I only giggled and turned back to the food I was cooking. I spun around to set some bacon onto the plate in the middle of the table. The pan in my hand shot to my left quickly to avoid burning George as he hurried into the room.

"Careful," I warned and returned to the oven.

"I haven't even eaten yet and you're already trying to kill me." George joked.

"I'll have to try harder next time." I noted playfully.

"Letters from school," Mr. Weasley called, passing out parchments to everyone, "Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry – doesn't miss a trick, that man. You two've got them, too, and you too Emily."

I cracked eggs onto the frying pan, "Grab mine, will you Fred?"

Fred stepped next to me with my letter in his hand. In his other, he was already reading his booklist. At my instruction he placed my letter on the counter. I leaned closer to him to read the list in his hand. The soft cloth of his pajamas skimmed along my cheek while I read. There was nothing unusual about the opening of the letter stating when and where to go on September first. I exchanged a look with Fred at the sight that all of our books were written by Lockhart. Neither of us seemed too excited by the fact.

Fred leaned over to read Harry's list, "You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too! The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan – bet it's a witch."

My elbow slid into his gut lightly. He cocked an eyebrow down at me and slid open my letter. It was identical to the one addressed to him. Fred took the pan from me to slide the eggs on an empty plate that he forced into my hands.

"Sit down, we have enough food." he said.

I tried to take the pan back but he snatched it high above my head, "I don't mind."

"You can have this back when you've eaten something."

I frowned slightly but took the empty seat between George and Ginny. From the corner of my eye I saw Mrs. Weasley gaze between Fred and I before exchanging a pleasant look with her husband. My back pushed towards the back of my chair slightly as Fred leaned over me to slide one of the eggs from my plate to his.

"Thank you, love." he said and moved to take a seat across from me.

"That lot won't come cheap," George glanced at his parents. "Lockhart's books are really expensive . . ."