Slowly Going

Chapter Five

A/N: Okay guys, thanks for reading this story. Truly it meant a lot. This is the last chapter, so if you have any questions please do ask whether that is in a comment form at the bottom or through PM, I don’t mind.

Anyway I am dedicating this to ShaeleexWoodx because she has been so nice and kind about this book; Thank You, it meant a lot!!!!!

So I better get on with it instead of boring you... which I probably am, but hey I didn’t tell you to read the Author’s Note, you just happened to not take your eyes away... Oh and please after this I will be carrying on ‘Sugar’ and I am starting another story, please do check them out. Now I am going to start the chapter for sure.

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I breathed heavily for a while before realising it was just a dream. Well more of a nightmare! The rest of the night I struggled to find sleep, so after about three and a half hours I decided to get something to eat. I walked out of my room and down to the kitchen bare foot. When I hit the landing at the bottom of the stairs I couldn’t see a thing due to the darkness.

“Lumos,” I whispered, and a light started illuminating from the tip of my wand. I walked towards the cupboards and found some chocolate frogs; two to be precise. I opened one and quickly ate it before it could hop away; I then looked at the card and found Albus Dumbledore smiling at me from behind his half-moon spectacles, his silvery, silk-like beard going down to his stomach. I watched and smiled back at Dumbledore as he pointed to my left. I looked in the direction he was pointing and found it was the other chocolate frog I hadn’t eaten yet. I raised my eyebrow up questioning him. He then, once again, pointed at the chocolate. Therefore, I placed the Dumbledore card on the table and opened the chocolate. I kept a tight hold on the frog making sure it didn’t bounce away, and looked at the card. I found it was...

Fredrick Weasley

Fredrick, Fred Weasley, died during the Battle of Hogwarts. The young Gryffindor showed great courage and bravery, proving the chivalrous person inside of him. He died for a noble cause and will forever be remembered.

Fred Weasley was the son of Mr Arthur Weasley and Mrs Molly Weasley. He was a brother of six siblings and the twin of one; George Weasley.

I stared at the card in admiration for a while but then the pain started coming back. I held back my tears and looked back at Dumbledore and saw him smiling.

“Thank you...” I whispered and Dumbledore nodded in reply. I turned around while eating the second chocolate frog and started walking out of the kitchen and to my room; however I came face to face with Luna.

“Oh” she said as she bumped into me, “sorry. I didn’t know you were awake.” She stated.

“No worries. I’m going back now anyway.” I was about to leave before she asked a question.

“Whom were you talking to?” she asked curiously, “I heard you talking!”

“No one in particular.” She looked up willingly, I held up the cards and she saw Dumbledore and smiled, then she saw Fred.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in her soft voice, “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay...” I interrupted her. This caused there to be a silence in the room; a very uncomfortable and sheer silence. “Good night!” I said after a few minutes and left.

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I didn’t know when I had drifted off, but when I awoke it was 10:45am, leaving me with fifteen minutes for me to get ready and see Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Luna off at Platform 9¾. I grabbed a pair of black jeans and a red polo shirt, and then ran into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower then ran downstairs whilst doing the buttons of my shirt. I jumped the last five steps and skipped breakfast. I ran to join everyone, who were just about to leave.