Krestena: Book Five

Hermione and the Weasleys

Krestena's POV

I was in the kitchen reading my new Standard Book of Spells: Grade 5. I refuse to touch my new defense book, I read is as a child before I even started at Hogwarts. Remus gave it to me as there were no spells in it and it was a safe way to learn about defense before school. I refuse to read a book for kids under ten.

Anyway I am practicing wand movements for the charms. Nari is laying under the table at my feet. Hermione and the Weasleys are suppose to arrive tomorrow. Dad is reading the Daily Prophet. "They still writing lies about Harry and Dumbledore?" I ask him.

"Yes, apparently they are both off their rockers" he drawls and I roll my eyes. Stupid ministry trying to under-mind Dumbledore and discredit Harry. Trying to pass my boyfriend's death as an accident instead of murder. It really makes my blood boil.

"So what's for dinner tonight?" I ask him curious.

"Don't know" he says. "Maybe just last nights leftovers" he states. "Are the bedrooms all clean?" he asks me.

"Yes, all prepared for Hermione and the Weasleys tomorrow. Kreacher was a lot of help" I tell him.

"Surprisingly, he listens to you more then he does me" he states.

"I treat him better" I state.

"I'm gonna go feed Buckbeak, will you be ok?" he asks me.

"I'll be fine dad" I assure him. He kisses my forehead before leaving the room. Nari whines and I sigh. I mark my page and get up. I go to the cupboard that holds her treats. "Sit" I say and she does so. "Shake, Drop, Roll-over and Speak" I instruct. She does each command ending in a single yip. "Good girl" I praise with a smile and hand her the treat. I hear the door open. "That was quick, is Buckbeak ok?" I ask as I turn to the door.

I stop when Hermione and Ginny hug me tightly squealing in excitement. "Hermione, Ginny what are you doing here?" I ask them.

"We're here for the rest of the holidays silly" Ginny tells me smiling.

"We decided to come a day early to surprise you" Hermione adds. The rest of the Weasley clan enter the room with dad. I hug the twins and shake Ron's hand. Before Mrs Weasley gives me one of her famous bone crushing hugs.

"Fair warning, Fred and George passed their apparition tests. Now that they are of age, they apparate everywhere" Ron tells me.

"No apparating in us girls room" I tell them firmly.

"Don't worry Krestena, I already put up an anti-apparition charm up around your room. They won't be able to apparate in or out of your room" dad assures me. I give him a thankful smile. "Why don't you show them to their rooms? I have to speak to Molly and Arthur" he tells me.

"Sure thing dad" I say smiling. "Come on guys and be quiet in the hallway" I tell them. I lead them out of the room with Nari beside me. We go up to the first floor. They all have their trunks. "Hermione, Ginny this is out floor. The bedroom is over there" I say pointing to the door. They go inside and I lead the boys to the second floor.

"Ron, yours and Harry's room is the last room on the left. The first one is Buckbeak's room, the second is the batthroom" I tell him. He goes into his new room and I lead the twins to the third floor. "First door on the right is your room, remember be quiet in the hallway" I tell them. "Bathroom is the two doors down" I add.

"Thanks Krestena" they say and go to their room. I go back to mine and the girls room.

"Which is your bed?" Ginny asks me.

"Bottom bunk not against the wall" I answer.

"I call top bunk!" she cheers and claims it. Hermione takes the other bottom bunk. "So how come we have to quiet in the hallway?" she asks me curious.

"My grandmother's portrait scream if someone talks any louder then a whisper. Or if there is a loud sound" I explain. "She cures up a storm" I state.

"Sounds terrible" Hermione states.

"It is" I tell her. "Can I tell you both something? But you have to promise it stays between us girls" I tell them.

"Of course, what's up?" Ginny asks me as Hermione nods her head in agreement.

"I have PTSD" I tell them.

"Oh Krestena, is it because of Cedric?" Hermione asks me sadly.

"Yes and due to Voldemort being back" I state.

"What is PTSD?" Ginny asks us confused.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder, some Aurors suffer from it when they retire after a particular traumatic mission. Symptoms may include nightmares or flashbacks, avoidance of situations that bring back the trauma, heightened reactivity to stimuli, anxiety or depressed mood" Hermione explains.

"Nari is my emotional support dog. An emotional support animal is an animal (typically a dog or cat though this can include other species). That provides a therapeutic benefit to its owner through companionship. The animal provides emotional support and comfort to individuals with psychiatric disabilities and other mental impairments" I explain.

"Oh that's awful, I'm so sorry you went through this alone" Ginny says as she hugs me. Hermione joins us and I hug them happily. They soon pull away. "We'll be there if you ever need to talk at school" she tells me.

"We will be" Hermione adds.

"Thank you guys and remember this stays between us" I tell them. They nod their heads while smiling. "Only dad, Madame Pomfrey, Uncle Remus, my cousin Tonks, Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore know" I add.

"So is it true we have to help clean this place?" Ginny asks me.

"Yes" I tell her. "Also there is a house-elf here, called Kreacher. He serves dad and I" I tell them. "Kreacher" I call and he appears.

"You summoned me mistress" he says as he bows.

"Yes, these are my friends Ginny and Hermione. I forbid you from calling Hermione a mudblood in my presence or calling Ginny and her family blood-traitors in my presence either" I tell him firmly.

"Of course mistress" he states. Though does not look pleased by my command. "Is there anything I can get for you and your friends?" he asks me.

"No we are fine, you my return to your chores" I tell him. He bows and disappears. "So what have you guys been doing so far?" I ask them. We all start to catch up. Ron and the twins so join us. And we all catch up.

A/N

Picture above of Hermione with the Weasleys.