Lumos

Chapter 7

Suddenly I remembered the dream I had before being woken up. Now that I thought of it – it seemed more unclear than the rest. Before I could do anything I ran outside and was sick in the bushes. Mr. Weasley came running out after me, and Mione held my hair back, before handing me a mug of water as we walked back inside.

"Girls I want you to stay in here tonight, the boys can sleep on the sofas if necessary. I want everyone under one roof, just in case we have to leave in a rush." Mr. Weasley said.

The lot of us had a hot cocoa, well I had tea and then everyone just wanted to go to bed. The boys gave us a chance to clean up before jumping in bed since we had to share living quarters.

I took George's jacket off and gave it to him before jumping into the bottom bunk bed, Ginny and Mione took the top Ron and Harry jumped into the other. George was about to jump into the other top bunk but I stopped him.

"George?" I called out into the dim light.

"What's wrong Red?" he asked bending down near my bed.

"Will you sleep with me? I don't . . . want to be alone." I whispered.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

"Scoot over, if someone comes in they'll have to go through me to get you." He said.

I moved over in the bed and George hopped in, it was a comforting thing his presence. I ended up with my arm over his stomach and I fell asleep in a matter of minutes. He muttered something but I was so out of it that I couldn't make it out.

After a few hours of sleep, Mr. Weasley woke us up. Everyone was looking at us a bit forwardly, with wild smirks but I didn't really think that much about it. He did me a favor by staying with me, I actually didn't have any weird dreams and that I was grateful for.

Mr. Weasley used magic this time to pick everything up and to fold the tents back into shape before we took off. There was quite a group of people trying to get back home, shouting at the poor man Basil that took care of the Portkeys. He had a hurried chat with Mr. Weasley and we got an old rubber tire quickly enough to get back. Right before we left he sent a patronus to dad, one to aunt Aviana and another to Mrs. Weasley to let them know that we would be on our way.

The sun hadn't yet come out when we got to Stoatshead Hill and the walk through Ottery St. Catchpole was made in silence. Everyone was exhausted and most were thinking about breakfast. Me, personally, I wasn't hungry at all, I just wanted to lay down again.

As soon as the Burrow came into view Mrs. Weasley came running down the lane in her pajamas, face pale and holding the Daily Prophet in her hand. I was a little dazed still as she gave everyone a hug. We all went inside to eat but when I tried to walk away she insisted that all of us needed some food in us.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were huddled up at the table figuring out how to get away from the adults to talk. Harry asked Mrs. Weasley if Hedwig had come with a letter that was surely from Sirius but she said no.

"What about Kira? Did she come with anything?" I asked,

"No dear, but I'll give you a shout if I see her." she answered.

"All right if I go and dump my stuff in your room Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yeah . . . think I will too. Hermione? Ali?" Ron said quickly.

"Yes, me too." We chorused.

The four of us ran up the stairs and locked ourselves in the attic which was Ron and Harry's temporary room since Bill and Charlie were here.