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Chapter seven; The Will of Albus Dumbledore

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"I need a drink." Olivia complained, dropping her arm and wand to the side and turning to George besides her. His head was wrapped in a bandage covering his ear while it still healed, "You don't fancy one do you?"

"When you say drink do you mean water or—"

"Firewhiskey, definitely Firewhiskey." She sighed.

George nodded approvingly, "Okay." The two abandoned their job of decorating the tables for the wedding reception and snuck off over to the house, running into Charlie on the way. Like his brother he was already half dressed, his shoulder length hair was tied back for the time being while he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and his waistcoat unbuttoned.

He eyed them both curiously, "Where are you two running off to like that?"

"Into the house for a drink." Olivia replied quickly, pushing George along by his arm.

Charlie nodded wearily, watching them continue to run towards the house. He couldn't figure out why they were sneaking around until it clicked in his mind. He sighed, dropping his head back, "Why didn't I pick up on it sooner? Drink, as in alcoholic, Charlie you idiot." He told himself watching as they slipped into the door. He shrugged his shoulders and left them be, walking back to the tent where his father and the rest of his brothers were helping.

The house was too quiet and so George and Olivia opted for tip-toeing through into the kitchen. Them both becoming immediately aware of two teens snogging away. Olivia had to shove George along as he stopped to stare and they both reached the sink, Olivia taking the bottle of half empty Firewhiskey while George picked up a coffee after shoving a spoon into the bandages on the left side of his head.

Olivia sniggered quietly as Harry and Ginny broke apart awkwardly and looked to them both with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Morning." George teased. Olivia snorted into the bottle of Firewhiskey and covered her mouth with her hand while George winked at the pair. They broke away awkwardly, Ginny moving to leave the house while firing Olivia a glare and Harry stepping backwards all the while George fed him with a protective big brother glare.

The two scattered quickly leaving them both to break out into laughter, "Oh Merlin, we're awful people." Olivia laughed, burying her head into George's shoulder.

"It's not our fault they need to learn to be more discrete." George said with a laugh.

Olivia shook her head before taking a sip of the alcohol, "That was the most unexpected thing I expected to happen today, of all days."

They then heard the unmistakable yell of Arthur Weasley, calling on them for help and scrambled to run back to where they were supposed to be.

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From fixing her hair upstairs Olivia ran out onto the landing of the second floor to retrieve something from where Fleur was having her hair done on the third floor. She started her decent up the third flight of stairs when she swore she caught sight of Rufus Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic walking briskly towards the family home with Ron behind him. She retraced her steps and moved to looked out of the large window, blinking rapidly to ensure she wasn't seeing things. To her surprise, the Minister was still there.

"Uh, Hermione?" Olivia called of her wearily.

"What?" The girl called back from packing a few last minute items into her purse.