Pennelope and The Order (Harry Potter Love Story) Book 5

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"I knew it!" Ron yelled, punching the air. "You always get away with stuff!"

"They were bound to clear you off," Hermione said, I'm dancing next to them clapping my hands and twirling in happiness. "There was no case against you, none at all . . ."

"I have Pennelope to thank," Harry said, he grabbed my hand and gave me a twirl, I grinned at him and continued to dance. "After she left everyone was slightly scared."

"Because I'm happy! Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth!" I sang, Fred, George, and Ginny joined me and danced with me, all of us clapping.

"That's enough, settle down!" Mr. Weasley shouted, but I winked at him and he smiled. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry -"

"What?" Sirius said sharply.

"Because I'm happy! Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof!" We all sang.

"Be quiet you four! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."

"Absolutely," Sirius said. "Well tell him, don't worry."

"Well, if better get going, there's a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Green waiting for me. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner -"

"Clap along if you know what happiness is to you," I sang with Ginny, Fred and George, we all clapped rapidly.

"That's enough - Fred - George - Ginny - Pennelope!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at us.

"HARRY, GOT OOOOOOOFF!" I screamed. I ran to Harry and jumped on his back, he caught me right as I hit into him. I ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head.

"It was too fixed for my liking," I said. "I like it all messy, I think it's . . . Groovy," I whispered in his ear.

I jumped off him and pulled his over to the table in the kitchen, I sat down and he took the seat next to me. I can't stop grinning at how happy I am.

"Because I'm happy," I sang under my breath.

"Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you," Ron said happily.

"I wish he'd talked to me, though. Or even looked at me," Harry said.

"He looked at me -" I began, but Harry grabbed his scar. "What's wrong?" I asked alarmed.

"Scar," Harry mumbled. "But it's nothing . . . It happens all the time now . . ."

I stared at him, I slowly pulled his hand down and kissed his forehead.

"I remember in first year when your scar hurt in the forest, I didn't know I actually helped, then all those other times when your scar hurt, I can help it," I said. "That night when Voldemort snatched you away at the third task, I felt you," I said.

"You're something special, Pennelope," Harry said. "I don't know, all I know is that your special to me."

I grinned and looked down, a blush creeping its way to my cheeks.

"Whenever my scar hurts, I know to come to you," Harry said.

We both smiled at each other, I can't help but feel ecstatically the words Harry said. We slowly leaned in, but -

"I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening to celebrate with he, you know," Ron said, putting his arms around us and shoving his face between us.

"Because in happy! Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do!"