Old Friendships, New Romantics

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

As we draw nearer to the Weasley's house I feel a warm sensation of comfort, although it is not exactly how I remember it when I first came here. They saved me from the Dursely's, oh the Dursley's although they deprived me of many things I can't help but miss them. I try and shake them out of my mind, they remind of the past, of the times when everyone was still alive, when they did not know me. I shake that away and see the Burrow, it made me feel like I had an actual home with people who love me. As we near towards the ground Ron yells out "Watch your heads!" it was too late we hit the ground with a hard drop and my head hits the roof. "OY!" I yelp. "Sorry mate" Ron says. The car comes to an abrupt halt and we fall out of the car gracious to be on hard ground again. I get out of the car and open Hermione's door to let her out, I then grab her bags along with mine then I grab her side and pull her in for a kiss. We start walking towards the Burrow, and as we do I can feel Ron's eyes on us. I feel Hermione grip my hand tighter and I look at her and she looks at me as I give her a reassuring nod and smile, she smiles back. We enter the Burrow where the other Weasley's standing in the kitchen together.

"Hello Harry, Hermione. Now we just have to wait for Ron and Lavender" Mrs. Weasley's says. Ron and Lavender walk in the room smiling and holding hands. "Ok now we just need to discuss the situation. George...George." George brings his head up and says " Yes.".
"Do you know anything that Fred would want us to do if he...if..he" George grabs his mother and embraces her as they both start to cry. This sight is too awful to see I run outside and scream as I fall onto my knees sobbing uncontrollably.

Hermione's POV

George and Mrs. Weasley are crying together when Harry jolts out the door and moments later I here his scream, which is too familiar. I to go to the open door and stand in the door frame, staring at him I could see his guilt, his pain, his grief. I see the weight of everything on his shoulders and in his eyes, how are we supposed to move on from this. I walk towards him and I stroke his hair and he sobs. When he feels me he turns, when he turns his eyes are red, and puffy. I wipe away the tear that rolls down his cheek and I put my arms around his neck and pull him into me. He starts to cry once more and this time I join him. We both fall into each other, into each others tears, towards to ground. We sit there til the sun sets.