Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley

Ch. 15: Hell-o Hogwarts

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Song For This Chapter: Little Numbers - Boy

Ch. 15: Hell-o Hogwarts

    After New Year's, Molly decided that we had best return to school to get back into the swing of things. During our time at Sirius's house, I had met Bill Weasley and even helped host a dinner in while Lana and Fleur came over. Molly simply insisted that Bill eat with us, sitting him directly across from Fleur.

    The two couldn't possibly be more interested in each other. Lana and I kept exchanging withering glances towards each other as the night droned on; no doubt we would be seeing a lot more of Fleur and Bill dates in the near future.

    Ginny and I were upstairs, packing our things, when Hermione burst through the door, hauling her thick trunk behind her. "We only have five minutes before we have to leave, and I can't find my book!" She rushed towards the window sill, but came up empty handed. 

    "Uh," I furrowed my brow, nodding towards the bed she had been occupying for the last couple of days. "Did you check under your bed? Perhaps it fell under there last night?" 

    Hermione ducked her head under the sheets, but it was for nothing. The book was missing. "That's incredible," She spat out the word as if it was a curse. "Where could it possibly have gone?" 

    "Why don't you ask Kreacher?" Ginny piped up, titling her head to the side. "There is a chance he could know where it is..." 

    Hermione huffed out an exasperated sigh and stormed down the stairs to find the decrepit house-elf, however, she paused, turning to me before heading all the way out. "Could you find Harry and tell him it is time to leave?" 

    "Sure thing!" I called out as her head disappeared behind the corner. As soon as she was out of ear shot, I glanced lazily at Ginny. "Could you find Harry and tell him it is time to leave?" 

    "No," Ginny giggled, shaking her head at me and folding up some cardigans to put into her trunk. "You're done packing - don't be lazy."

    I made a gurgling sound of distaste before groaning and zombie walking downstairs, feet echoing roughly with each heavy footstep I took. "Why are you so mean to me?" I whined, clomping down the stairs. Ginny only snickered at me, ignoring my protests. 

    As I rounded the corner, Sirius's reassuring voice wavered into my ears. "Besides, Harry, the world isn't split up into just 'good' and 'bad' people. We've all got both light and dark inside of us," He lowered his voice towards more loving tones as I inched closer to the door, craving to hear more of Sirius's sermon, "What matters, is the part we chose to act on," I smiled lightly, leaning against the wall next to the open door. "That proves what we really are." 

    Sighing, I pushed myself into view and knocked on the door, smiling a little. "Beautiful words, Sirius," I nodded towards Harry and he spared his godfather a small hug. "Harry, it's time to go." 

    Sirius walked Harry to the door, smiling down at him. "When all this is over, we will be a proper family - you will see." I turned away from their loving scene, I felt as if I was intruding. After a little while, Hermione let out a triumphant cheer, hollering towards me that she'd found her book. 

    Hogwarts hadn't changed in the slightest when we returned. It was still the same hell on earth that Umbridge was continually residing over, sticking people with her pitch-fork every now and again. Hermione and I spent our sixteenth birthday drowning in Defense Against the Dark Arts essays and me helping her master her up coming Potions exam.