The Rebirth

Memories

Hermione and Ginny arrived on a quiet street, with tall houses that shot up in the sky, towering over you.
"This is it." Ginny pointed to a house to their left, which had the numbers 67 painted gold on the front.
They rang the doorbell, and an ancient looking man opened the door a minute later. He had grey hair, and dusty blue eyes that drooped downwards. He gave an overall impression of exhaustion.
"Mr.Croft? Hi, I'm -"
"No need to tell me who you two are." He said, ignoring Ginny's outstretched hand. "Well, you better come in then."
And he walked away, leaving the corridor open for them to walk into.
"Rude git," Ginny whispered as she walked in.
It was a pretty house, and Hermione was reminded of her childhood home. They followed Mr.Croft into a kitchen, which had a low ceiling so they hunched their backs as they walked in.
"Earl grey ok for you?"
"Earl what?" Ginny mimed to Hermione.
"Ah no thank you, we hope to not take too much of your time. We were wondering actually, if you could give us some information."
"Well what else would you want? People like you don't come talking to people like me for nothing." Ginny and Hermione shifted uncomfortably. This wasn't going too well so far. He beckoned them to a wooden table, with abandoned breakfast plates piled up in the centre.
"So, tell me. What would you like to know?"

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"Ok so we go to Hagrid quickly and swiftly. We don't need the kids to know we're there, and we don't need Neville to know we're there either, and we don't need -"
"Ron, I get it. No one needs to know we're there other than Hagrid. Now let's go, we've been sitting here for two bloody hours." Harry got up, and with a flick of his wand, the breakfast plates zoomed to the sink and started cleaning themselves. "Gotta love Molly for teaching me that." Harry smiled.
The two men put their jackets on, made sure the charm on the house was secure, and disapparated to Hogsmeade.
They arrived in the bustling streets of Hogsmeade. Realising just how busy it was, Ron pulled Harry behind a used butterbeer barrel. "We're going to be seen, you do realise that?" Ron sighed, itching his stubble.
"Yeah, what with your hair and my incredible knack of being subtle, we're most definitely going to be seen." Harry smirked. Ron immediately recognised the glint in his eyes.
"You brought the cloak didn't you."
"Indeed I did," said Harry as he pulled a velvety cloak out from his bag. "For old times sake?"
He lifted the cloak so as to go under it.
"We're definitely not going to be completely covered, but hey, floating feet? I'm sure they've seen worse." He smiled, hunching his back so as to be as covered as possible.
With great difficulty, they began shuffling through the busy area towards Hagrid's hut. Yes they were cramped, yes Ron was ninety percent sure he'd lost the feeling in his left thigh two minutes ago, but he didn't care. The atmosphere of Hogsmeade in the day was enough to put you in a trance of memories - and as he looked over at Harry, he noticed that he too, was lost in thoughts and memories. Hogwarts was always their home, and that wasn't going to change. Ever.

Hi! As promised, a new chapter! Hope you're liking it, there's more to come, Yasmin x