Spells and Visions; A Harry Potter story

Chapter 6: The Letter and the Minister

I didn't have much time the next day to tell Hermione about what we heard, because we had to get to the Hogwarts Express early, where we told Ron and Neville about it. He was still asking questions when we arrived at the Burrow. Mrs Weasley gave us a warm welcome, like always. I had to share a room with Ginny, because Bill was also coming home, with Fleur, and Remus Lupin too.
I hadn't come to the Burrow in the summer holiday, but Bill and Fleur (yes, the same Fleur from the Triwizard Tournament), were in love, and wanted to marry. Mrs Weasley, however, didn't really approve of Fleur. No one really seemed to like her, and I heard she was a bit annoying, judging people loudly, and her accent didn't make it much better. But she didn't seem so bad at the Tournament, actually, I thought she was pretty good.

The four of us had to help out in the kitchen for Christmas dinner, which included cutting sprouts. Neville was pretty fast convinced that Malfoy was up to something bad, but neither him nor Ron seemed to want to believe that Snape wanted to help him. Ron asked it again for confirmation.
Harry held threatening a sprout up.
"If you ask that one more time, I'm going to stick this sprout up your-"
"I'm only checking!" Ron said hastily. I let out a chuckle.
"Yes, Snape was offering to help him!" Harry said impatiently.
"Yeah, he did say that," I said, not taking my eyes off my sprout, I had already cut myself once.

"But everytime, in the past, Snape proved himself good, right?" Neville said. "I mean, even last year, Snape had warned the Order, who saved our guts."
"Yeah, and isn't that why Sirius died?" Harry said angrily. "I'm not trying to blame him, it just is the truth."
"He did sound pretty convincing, with that Unbreakable Vow and everything," I said, shrugging.
"Unbreakable Vow?" Ron said.
"You know what that exactly is?" I asked.
"Well, yeah, it's a vow that's unbreakable."
Duhh.
"I know, because Fred and George tried to get to make me one when I was five. I was holding hands with Fred and everything when dad found us."
"What happens if you break it, then?" Harry asked.
"You die," Ron simply said. "I've never seen dad so angry. Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same."
We chuckled.

"Ah, look at them, using knives and everything," Fred said, when the twins came into the kitchen.
"I'll be seventeen soon, and then I'll be able to do it with magic," Ron said.
"But meanwhile, we can enjoy you doing it like this," George said, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Anyway, we heard from Ginny about this young lady, Lavender Brown," Fred said.
"Mind your own business," Ron said, turning red.
"What a snappy retort," Fred said calmly. "We just wanted to know, how did it happen? Did she have an accident, or something?"
"What?"
"Yeah, did she bump her head?"
Ron threw his knife at Fred, and I gasped, but he turned it lazily into a paper aeroplane.
"Ron!" mrs Weasley said furiously as she entered the kitchen. "Don't ever let me see you throw knives again!"
She said something about everyone having to share a room, and I would share one with Ginny and Fleur, but that would be okay. She left, and I couldn't help to make a comment.

"Lavender does seem quite obsessed with Won-Won, though," I said seriously, hiding a grin.
"Oh, shut up," Ron said, but Harry and Neville chuckled.
"What, are you jealous?" Fred said.
"Of course not," I said calmly, looking up shortly, but then focusing on not cutting my fingers again. "Ron doesn't need three girls fighting over him. Besides, I have a boyfriend, remember?"
That's when I realised what I had said.
"Whoa, whoa, stop there," George said. "Three girls? Who's the third?"
"No one," I said quickly, not meaning to drag Hermione into it. "It was figuratively."
"Hm," George said, not convinced.
"So you're still going out with that git?" Fred asked.
"Hey, don't hate on him," I said, frowning. "Besides, he's currently being hunted by Death Eaters, so he could as well be dead."
"Hey, don't say that," Neville said.
"I haven't spoken to him all year, I don't even know where he is right now."
My mood sunk again, thinking about Cedric.