Wands, Wishes, and Weasleys

Chapter 23: A Funeral of Sorts

Ginny POV:

I wake up and go on my morning cravings run to the kitchen. When I get in there I look at the clock and see that it is only five in the morning. I start debating whether I should go back to bed now, or if I should just sit and eat the pickle that I just grabbed from the jar. The decision was made for me when a sad-looking otter bounded through the outside wall.

The small slightly blue figure started to talk in a voice I immediately recognised as Hermione's. The only problem with the voice was that it sounded cracked and sad, "Ginny and Harry, I know that it's really early, and I know that you may not care, but I just walked into the kitchen to find Crookshanks dead," I heard a sob as I covered my hands with my mouth, astounded at this news. Ron always used to joke around and say things like, 'That stubborn cat is going to live forever!' and 'Why won't it just die already!' Even though he's said things like this, I know that deep down, he loves Crookshanks and most definitely didn't kill him. The figure seemed to float through air and light itself, but it continued, "I don't know how it happened, but I just know that he lived for a long life, and his time is apparently up." The voice started breaking down and I could tell that Hermione couldn't control herself anymore and started wailing- which woke James.

I run to our room and shake Harry awake, "It's too early!" He mumbles, "I wanna go back to bed!"

"Oh just get up, will you?" I stand there with my arms crossed- showing that I mean business. When he's finally awake and has his glasses on, I announce my plan, "I need to go over to Hermione's, can you take care of James please?"

He checks his watch and looks back at me sceptically, "At five in the morning?"

I nod, "Yep," He looks like he's still waiting for an answer, so I sigh and give it to him, "Crookshanks died last night, his time has expired."

Harry looks surprised and sad all in one, "I always thought that it would be Ron to finally kill the cat, or curiosity at the least!"

I glare at him, "I seriously don't think that this is the time for jokes. And for all that I know, curiosity may have killed the cat, I don't know, all I know is that Crookshanks is dead, and Hermione is devastated."

"So I'm stuck here with James?" He asks.

"Please? You owe me one, you know!"

He looked confused, "What do you mean that I owe you one?"

I point down to my belly- which will soon be out and bulging again, "I know it's a little hard to see because I'm only about two weeks in, but..." I give him one last pleading look.

He groans, "Fine, I'll stay with James, but if he won't stop crying, then I'll bring him over to Hemrione and Ron's house and we can all cry together for different reasons."

I glare at his joke, how can he be so immature when somebody literally just died? He is twenty-four years old. He had to act more mature from the time that he was eleven just so he didn't die. And then he got 'killed' by Voldemort for a second time, and then he woke up and apparently he wasn't dead in the first place- just the Horcrux inside of him was.

He squirmed under my gaze, "Well, I'm gonna go... see you later I guess?" He headed off in the direction of James' room quickly.

I sighed and changed my clothes quickly. This is one of the times that I question why I married Harry, because he can be a real imbecile sometimes! As soon as I was ready, I grabbed some of the Chocolate Cauldrons that I hide in my sock drawer. I usually eat some when Harry stays late at work, or I have cravings, but this would be good for Hermione and I to cry correctly. Once I've collected everything that I need, I apparate over to Hermione's place and then follow the sound of crying.