"You can't be serious!" I shout whisper as Fred opens the window, standing on a levitating plank of wood. "I'm not getting on that thing! I'll fall off!"
But despite the fear of falling my legs swing forward and I grab onto Fred's shoulder as I stand on the plank as well, floating next to my bedroom window at The Burrow.
Fred slowly lowers us to the ground before we run away from the house towards the top of the hill in the next paddock over. We come to a halt and collapse at the top, barely able to get enough air into our lungs.
"You know your dad has one of those Muggle ladder things. They aren't that hard to use." I say laughing and lying back to look up at the stars, as we did the night my Dad died.
"It was more fun this way" Fred replies, laying back next to me, our hands searching for each other before interlocking. "I'm going to miss you."
I was leaving The Burrow tomorrow to move in with my Godmother since she agreed to take me back after Dumbledore told her everything that happened with Dad. I was really excited, but at the same time I had didn't want to leave after the amazing time I have had living here.
No more sneaking out, no more secret games of quidditch, no more crowded dinner tables.
"I'm going to miss it here so much. And you. Obviously I'm going to miss you too" I say and roll over and give Fred a peck on the cheek. No one knows we have been sneaking out to spend time alone, because they would definitely let it slip to Mrs Weasley and we just couldn't deal with that.
"I expect a letter every single day," Fred says and I laugh.
"Don't get your hopes up," I reply, elbowing him in the side.
We must have fallen asleep for a while, but Fred was soon shaking me awake and telling me I needed to go back to bed. We walk hand in hand to my window and I shake my head as Fred levitates the plank of wood while I'm standing on it back up to the window edge.
"See you in a few hours!" Fred shouts before disappearing around towards the other side of the house.
I know I should have tried to get a few more hours of sleep, but irrational- well I at least hope irrational- thoughts kept running through my head about what it would be like to live with my godmother.
Will we have an instant connection like I did with Dad? Or will that tiny little part in the back of my mind that says "this lady abandoned you! How can you forgive her?!" get in the way of my second chance at a family?
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Authors Note
Hey there, here is a little bonus chapter for you. I know it's heaps short but the next ones will make up for it.
Erin x
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