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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 209868; Chapter Total: 6561
Chapter 42: Prophecies and Anger Management
Harry walked over to Rose’s room and paused by the door. He and his family had been invited and therefore stayed for dinner at the Burrow after the party wound down to, in Molly’s words, ‘allow Harry time to rest after such a harrowing experience’. Most of the guests left after being warned by Dumbledore not to say anything about the Dementor attack.
Remus, Sirius, and Ti also stayed for dinner. Neville said he wanted to stay but he had to take Maggie home which didn’t please his sister, who had been listening to stories about Hogwarts from the other kids.
Harry was pleasantly surprised to learn that Hermione would be staying at the Burrow in Ginny’s room for the rest of the summer. Now, she would be able to join them in the training sessions. He noted with interest and amusement how red Ron’s face had gotten when it was revealed that it had been Ron’s idea to invite Hermione over. He also had noticed that Rose and Hermione had been talking quietly during dinner.
Now, he knocked on Rose’s door. He heard the muffled “Yes?” and answered, “It’s me, Rose. Can we talk?”
“Um, sure, bro. Come on in,” she replied.
Harry entered the room and saw that Rose was sitting up in her bed, her back against the headboard. He sat down on the bed.
“Sis,” Harry began, “Ginny and I were wondering how you knew where we were and that there were Dementors coming.”
“Er, I saw you two sneak away, headed for the woods,” she replied.
“What about the Dementors?” Harry asked.
“I, uh, started feeling cold,” Rose said, “I remembered what Remus said about them.”
Harry shook his head, “No, that’s not exactly true. Ginny remembered some things you told her last Valentine’s Day, about not sitting on the lakeshore and not to eat the apples. The only way you could have known all that is if you saw it before it happened. You’re a seer, aren’t you? Come on, sis. You can trust us.”
Rose drew her legs up to her chest and hugged them around the knees. Then she slowly nodded, her eyes warily watching Harry for his reaction.
Harry placed his hand reassuringly on her knee, “It’s okay, Rose. It’s fine. Don’t let it bother you. I’m not going to get mad at you just because I can’t stand Divination. This isn’t your fault.” To his surprise, Rose flung herself at him, embracing him fiercely.
“Harry,” Ginny said in his mind, “Please let her know it’s okay with me, too.”
“Okay, Gin,” Harry said to her.
“Um, Ginny says she’s fine with it, too.” Harry said to Rose who was still embracing him tightly.
“We’re fine with it, as well,” a familiar voice said behind them.
Harry turned around to see their parents standing there, in the open door. He had forgotten to close it and they had probably overheard their conversation.
James and Lily sat down on the bed.
“Honey,” Lily said, “why didn’t you say anything to us? We wouldn’t think any worse of you if you are a seer.”
“But, Mum,” Rose said, tears in her eyes, “I know you think Divination is full of baloney. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Lily drew Rose into her arms, “Rose, don’t think that I wouldn’t love you just because you have flashes of the future. This isn’t something you asked for, just as Harry didn’t ask to be the one to defeat Voldemort and get that scar. Sometimes, Fate just throws us something unexpected and we just deal with it the best we can.”
“So, when did you start having these flashes of the future,” James asked, gently.
“Um, right after my twelfth birthday,” Rose said, “At first, I didn’t know what they were; just that I’d see something happen to people then see it again after a few minutes or hours. They would come randomly, a couple of instances every week. Then, I realized what they were just before Christmas. I realized that I could have kept some people from getting hurt if I had warned them about what I saw. So, I warned Harry and Ginny not to have their picnic by the lake and to avoid the apples in the basket as they were filled with maggots.”
“I never did find out how your picnic went, Harry,” Lily said, smiling.
Harry felt his cheeks heat up, “Um, it was fine, Mum. Ginny loved it. Thanks for the suggestion and the food.”
“Harry, you haven’t thanked your Mum for that yet? You better not be that way with me, Potter or you’ll be sorry.”
“Gulp, sorry, Gin, things sort of came up after that and I never got the chance.”
“All right, Harry. Take it as a lesson.”
“Harry,” his mother’s voice broke into his thoughts, “you’re talking to Ginny in your mind, aren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah, Mum,” Harry said, feeling embarrassed for zoning out on his mother, “Sorry, she didn’t mean to interrupt but she found out I haven’t thanked you for suggesting that picnic and got miffed at my thoughtlessness.”
Lily laughed, “She scolded you, didn’t she? I’ve always liked her. It’ll be great to have her as a future daughter-in-law.” She had a smirk on her face, “She’ll keep you in line when I’m not here.”
Harry scowled but smiled inwardly when he felt the feelings of embarrassment and pleasure coming from Ginny over Lily’s words.
Suddenly, Rose sat up straight, eyes glazed over, and started to talk in a strange voice,
They gather now, they who would stand by the Chosen One,
His six companions, bonded by love deep and true
The Soul Mate, his other half, his strength
The Seer, his sister in blood, his guide
The Wise Lady, his sister in all but blood, his font of knowledge
The Strategist, his best friend, his right hand
The Green Lord, his equal in power, his general
The White Ram, saved from Evil by him, his left hand
Training they need together, to defeat the Dark Lord
Let not one be lost or all will be for naught
And the Dark Lord will defeat the Chosen one
Rose then slumped against the bed’s headboard, her eyes now closed while Harry, James and Lily stared at her in shock.
“Harry?” Ginny said in Harry’s mind, “did, did your sister just make a, a p-prophecy?’
“I, I, I don’t know, Gin,” Harry said to her, “M-m-maybe. That voice was like the voice Trelawney used that time I heard her.”
James, meanwhile, had gotten over the shock and had moved to Rose, gently checking her out, “She’s asleep. We should just let her sleep.” He carefully lifted Rose and laid her down on the bed. Lily drew the covers over her.
“Mum?” Harry asked, “What just happened? Did Rose make an actual prophecy?”
Lily looked at her son, noting the confusion and unease on his face and posture, “I’m not sure, Harry.” She looked at her husband.
James sighed, “I think we’ll have to contact Albus and tell him about this.”
He exited from Rose’s room, followed by Lily and Harry and descended the stairs to the living room.
Drawing his wand, James relit the fire and threw some floo powder into the fire. He then stuck his head in the fire. He spoke for a few moments, his words too low for either Harry or Lily to hear.
When he pulled his head out of the fire, he said, “Albus will be here shortly.” They all sat down.
After a few moments, Harry asked, “Dad, what’s going on? Just who is this Chosen One? That’s the second time I’ve heard that term. Professor Trelawney’s prediction also mentioned him.”
“I think we should wait for Albus before we discuss this, Harry,” James said.
Harry noticed that his father seemed nervous.
Ginny was quiet but Harry could feel her uneasy presence in his mind, silently waiting with them, though she was in her room.
A few seconds later, Dumbledore stepped out of the fire. He had his pensieve levitated in front of him, which surprised Harry and Ginny.
“Good evening, James, Lily, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “Under the circumstances, I felt that we may need my pensieve.” He set the pensieve down on the center table, “Now, tell me what happened with Rose.”
James relayed to Dumbledore all he could remember about what had happened in Rose’s room.
Dumbledore listened until James was finished then said, “So Rose is a Seer. Fascinating. It’s interesting what talents your children are showing, James, Lily.” He had a twinkle in his eye and a slight smile on his face as he spoke. “Now, about this prediction or prophecy, I think it’s wise if we see it as a memory. James, if you please.”
James allowed Dumbledore to extract the memory of Rose’s prophecy from his mind.
Then Dumbledore replayed the memory for all to see. No one spoke for a few seconds after.
Harry then said, “So, Professor, who is this Chosen One?”
“To know that, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “you need to see another prophecy, made just before you were born." He looked at Harry’s parents for a moment.
Then he activated the pensieve and stood back.
Harry watched as the upper body of Professor Trelawney rose from the stone basin and started to speak.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…..Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies….and The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not….and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives…..the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…
The whole room became silent after Trelawney’s image had descended back into the pensieve.
Harry looked around at his parents and Dumbledore. They were watching him warily, especially his parents.
What did it all mean? Harry thought, especially that last part about neither living if the other survived? What does this have to do with me?
“Harry?” Ginny broke into his thoughts, her mental voice shaking, “I, I, think they believe this prophecy was talking about you. The part about being born as the seventh month dies means whoever it’s talking about was born at the end of July, like you. How many times have your parents confronted Voldemort before you were born? Y-y-your scar was caused by Voldemort. Was that the mark it’s talking about?”
It all clicked then in Harry’s mind. They believed he was the Chosen One, chosen to fight Voldemort and, hopefully, destroy him for good.
“This was about me, wasn’t it?” he asked the three adults with him, “You think this thing was talking about me.”
“Yes, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “you and only one other fit the pattern of the prophecy. You were born at the end of July to parents who have defied Voldemort three times.”
“Who’s the other one, Professor?” Harry asked, though he suspected the answer.
“Neville Longbottom, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “As you know, he too was born near the end of July and, as auror, his parents have defied Voldemort three times as well. However, if you note the second part of the prophecy, Voldemort would mark his nemesis himself.”
Harry then raised his hand to touch his scar.
“Yes, Harry,” Dumbledore continued, “that night Voldemort attacked you and James and Lily, he marked you as the one.”
“D-d-does he know about this prophecy, Professor?” Harry asked.
“Unfortunately, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “someone who was working for him at the time this was given happened to hear part of it. Fortunately, he only heard the first part. Voldemort is unaware that by attacking you, he marked you as the one who can defeat him once and for all.”
“Then this is the reason my parents and I went into hiding back then, wasn’t it?” Harry asked, “This is the reason he attacked us. He thought he could get rid of me before I became a threat to him.”
“Yes, Harry,” James said, finally speaking, “we knew Voldemort would try to kill you, so we went into hiding, even though Lily was already pregnant with Rose.”
“So, you knew about this prophecy all along, Dad,” Harry said, his voice starting to rise, “When did you plan to tell me? When he comes knocking at our door again? When?”
“It’s not like we wanted to keep it from you, Harry,” James said, his eyes pleading for his understanding, “We wanted to you to have a good childhood, without worrying about Voldemort. We thought we had time to prepare you, we thought he wouldn’t be back for years, at least, not until you were finished at Hogwarts. Then we were going to start with your real training.”
“Yeah?” Harry said, “Great plan, Dad. Now what? He’s back and I’m not ready to face him. I’m not sure if I really have this power he knows not. That prophecy doesn’t say that I’ll defeat him, does it? It just says one of us will kill the other. What about Ginny then? With this Bond thing, she’ll die if Voldemort kills me.” Harry could hear Ginny saying some things to him but ignored her as he confronted his father.
“Harry, don’t you think we know that?” Lily asked, tears in her eyes, “We’ve always known it was possible that he would kill you instead of the other way around. When we learned about the Bond, it became even worse because of that. So, we showed Arthur and Molly the prophecy, so they would know what may happen.”
“You told them?” Harry asked, his voice rising again, “You told them even before telling me? No wonder they’ve been giving me sad looks when they thought I wouldn’t notice. I thought it was because they were seeing their youngest child already close to leaving them. I never thought it was because they knew we might soon die!” Harry shouted this last part. This was followed by a loud bang.
They all turned around and found that there was now a large crack running along the marble mantle of the fireplace.
Harry then turned and ran up to his room, ignoring the frantic calls of his parents. He slammed his door and threw himself in his bed.
They’ve been lying to me my whole life. Now I know why Voldemort attacked us. They knew and never told me, even after I asked them that night after we saved the Stone. I hate them!
“No, you don’t” Ginny’s voice said in his mind.
“Not now, Gin, please. You know, we should really ask the Headmaster about a way to sever this bond. It’s starting to get annoying to have you in my head all the time.”
“You self-centered prat! How dare you? I know why you’re doing this. You’re afraid what would happen if Voldemort manages to kill you. Well, for your information, mister, we’re not doing anything to remove the bond. We’re in this together.”
“Ginny, please, it’s not safe.”
“Harry, don’t you get it, you prat. Remember, our magic is a lot stronger together than apart. We need to stay together. That blasted prophecy doesn’t change anything. What was that we talked about after we woke up, about getting more training? It just gives us more reason to train harder, Harry. Train harder so we can kick the crap out of Tom and go on with our lives.”
Harry sighed, “How do you do that, Gin? How do you know what to say to me so I calm down?”
“I guess it comes from knowing you for so long, Harry.” Ginny began then before she could say anything else, an intense pain shot through Harry’s scar.
The pain became so intense that Harry let out a blood-curdling scream as his body went into convulsions. He shut his eyes and curled his body into a ball. Spots started to form behind his eyelids.
He became dimly aware of people running into his room. He felt arms wrap around him then he dimly heard his mother’s voice trying to reach him but the pain was so bad.
Finally, another set of arms, smaller and warmer wrapped around him. He felt another kind of warmth wrap around his mind and the pain slowly ebbed.
Harry heard Ginny’s voice in his mind, “Harry, I’m here. It’s going to be all right. Open your eyes, sweetie.”
Harry slowly opened his eyes as the pain in his scar became a dull ache. His glasses had fallen off when his body gone into convulsions. All he saw was a small face framed by red hair looking at him. From her presence in his mind, he knew it was Ginny. Looking up, he saw three people standing around his bed.
He felt exhausted. He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings.
“You’re worn out, Harry.” Ginny said, “Go on and sleep. I’ll be here. Don’t worry.”
Harry gave in to his fatigue and drifted off to sleep.
Ginny sat up and took hold of Harry’s hand. She noticed it was starting to get bigger than hers. She then looked up at the adults gathered in Harry’s room
“He’s sleeping peacefully now,” she told them, “It was Tom, Voldemort. He seemed to be very angry. His anger bled through to Harry’s scar.”
“How did you know what happened, Ginny?” Lily asked, “Were you two talking earlier?”
“Yes, L-Lily,” Ginny stammered, “I heard everything, including the Prophecy through the Bond. I knew he was angry so I was trying to calm him down after he got up here when the pain started in his scar. I rushed over here then.”
She blushed then as she realized that she was wearing only her nightgown, forgetting to even put on a robe in her panic to get to Harry as soon as possible. The gown was thin and showed her developing body and its curves quite well. There was some soot on her gown and face, evidence she had used the floo to come over.
“What did you do, Miss Weasley?” Dumbledore asked, “A few moments after you arrived, Harry seemed to calm down.”
“I’m not sure, Professor,” Ginny said, “I just reached into his mind through the Bond and Tom just went away.”
“Interesting,” Dumbledore said, a familiar twinkle in his eye, “It seems to be another benefit of the Bond for Harry. Do you know if this has happened to him before, Miss Weasley?”
“Well, Professor,” Ginny replied, “He mentioned having some pain in his scar both times he had those visions of Voldemort, but this is the first time it’s hurt him this badly.”
Dumbledore sighed and turned to the other people in the room, “It appears that the connection between Harry and Voldemort is increasing. Any strong emotions coming from Voldemort now cause Harry great pain.”
Lily sat on Harry’s other side from Ginny. She stopped Ginny from moving from Harry’s side with a smile and a gentle motion of her other hand.
“Please stay there, Ginny,” she said gently, “I think your presence is good for him.” Her smile widened when Ginny blushed but stayed where she was.
“What can we do, Albus?” Lily asked, as she gently stroked the hair of her sleeping son “Is there any way to cut the connection between that monster and Harry?”
“I don’t know, Lily,” Dumbledore said, “As far as I know, there isn’t a known case like this, probably because no one else has ever survived the Killing curse and had a scar like Harry’s.”
He continued to stare at the boy sleeping peacefully in the bed. His scar was no longer red and angry-looking.
“Well,” Dumbledore finally said, “I think it’s passed. But to be certain, I think Miss Weasley should stay by his side, in case, Voldemort is still angry.”
He turned to James and Lily with the familiar twinkle in his eye, “I hope this is all right with you, being Harry’s parents that a girl spends the night with him.”
James and Lily exchanged a bemused glance and shrugged their shoulders.
“If you think it’s best, Albus,” James said, a smirk forming on his face, “My son is sure a lucky guy. OW!”
Lily had just punched him on the shoulder, “Really, James,” she said, “This isn’t funny.” But then her mouth twitched, “It is kind of cute, though.” She grinned when Ginny blushed again.
Just then, they heard the unmistakable voice of Molly Weasley yelling for James and Lily, undoubtedly looking for her daughter. Ginny gasped and blushed even more.
“Don’t worry, Miss Weasley,” Dumbledore said, smiling at her, “I will explain everything to your parents, especially your mother. I doubt anything serious can happen with Harry sleeping deeply.” He then left the room.
James and Lily smiled and James gestured to Ginny to lie down comfortably, which she did even though her face was as red as her hair.
Lily arranged the sheets over Ginny and Harry. She kissed Harry on the forehead.
She then leaned over him and kissed Ginny on her forehead. “Thank you, for being here for him,” she said to her as she stood up. James preceded her from the room.
As she exited from the room, Lily paused at the door. She looked back at the two kids on the bed.
Ginny had her arms around Harry again, her head resting on his chest. A few seconds later, she seemed to be asleep as well. In spite of being asleep, Harry’s arm also wound around Ginny.
As she closed the door behind her, Lily was saddened that her son was already drawing comfort from another woman at such a young age.
She went back down to the living room and found her husband sitting on one of the couches. Dumbledore still had his head in the fireplace, probably talking to Molly. Lily hoped Arthur was with her, to help the Headmaster calm her down. She could just imagine Molly muttering things about scarlet women.
Lily sat down beside James, who placed his arm around her and drew her to him. Lily laid her head on his chest as he leaned back into the couch. They watched Dumbledore in silence.
Finally, Dumbledore stood away from the fire and sat down on an armchair across from James and Lily.
“Well, it took a while,” he said with a small smile on his face, “but I convinced Molly not to come over and haul her daughter back home with her. She reluctantly accepts the fact that Harry needs his soul mate right now though she asked me to request that one of your house elves look in on them once in a while to make sure nothing inappropriate happens.”
Lily smiled, “Of course, Albus. I’ll ask Blinky.” She paused for a moment then said, “Albus, about this prophecy from Rose, what do you think it’s about?”
Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a few seconds, “Well, Lily, I believe it gives a list of people who will help him defeat Voldemort or, more accurately, who will fight at his side when the time comes to confront Voldemort for the last time.”
“Fight at his side?” James asked, “Do you have any idea who they are, Albus?”
“Oh, I believe the titles bestowed on each of these six companions plus the descriptions are important clues to their identity, James,” Dumbledore said, “Obviously, his soul mate is Ginny and the seer who is his sister in blood is Rose. As to the others, I have my suspicions. For now, we will let it lie until we can talk to Harry again.”
Dumbledore then stood up, “I must now take your leave. It has been a very interesting and tiring day. Oh, James, please tell Harry and Ginevra that, due to tonight’s events, I want them to relax tomorrow. I shall see them on Tuesday, at the usual time.” With that, he apparated away.
James and Lily remained where they were, staring at the fire and their minds thinking about the day and night’s events. Then the clock above the fireplace chimed the hour, drawing them from their thoughts.
Lily looked up at James then, sobbing, pressed her face into his chest. James tightened his embrace around her and rubbed his hands soothingly up and down her back.
“It’ll be all right, Lils,” he said to her.
She looked up at him again, tears streaking down her face, “Will it, James? Two Dementors came to the Burrow today, James. If Remus hadn’t taught Harry and Ginny the Patronus charm…… I hate to think what would have happened. Now we learn of another prophecy and it seems Rose is involved in this whole bloody mess.”
She got to her feet and faced him, “What do we do, James? Our two eldest children are going to have to face that monster. I’m afraid that tomorrow, there’ll be another prophecy telling us Andrew and Daisy are also part of it. I don’t want to lose any of them. I’ll do what is necessary to protect them.”
James looked down at his feet, running his hand through his messy hair, a gesture Lily noted Harry often did himself when he was nervous. Finally, James sighed and looked up at his wife.
“We can only do our best, Lily,” he said, “We just train them as much as we can and stand with them when the time comes. That’s all we can do.”
He got up and extended his hand to her, “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get to bed. A good night’s sleep will clear our minds.”
Lily took his hand and together, they ascended the stairs back to their bedroom.
Hours later, Harry slowly woke up. As his senses awakened from slumber, he felt a familiar pressure on his chest.
He opened his eyes and looked down to see a sea of red hair on his chest. He smiled and opened his mind to hers. As he expected, she was still sleeping.
Harry leaned back in the bed. He reached up and touched his scar, relieved when he found it was cool to his touch.
He wondered what Ginny had done the previous night to ease the pain. Whatever she had done, he was glad she had done it.
He slowly reached for his glasses on his night table. After some fumbling, he found them and put them on.
Sunlight was coming in through his window and the clock on his dresser said it was ten in the morning.
Startled, Harry reached Ginny’s mind, shouting, “Gin, wake up! It’s already ten.”
Ginny sprang up from Harry’s side, causing the blanket draped around them to fall away.
“Harry, you prat!” she screamed into his mind, her hands holding her head, “Don’t do that! You don’t like me doing it to you, so don’t shout into my mind like that.”
“Sorry, Gin,” Harry replied, a sheepish tone in his voice, “I was just surprised by how late it was. Professor Dumbledore’s probably waiting.”
It was then that Harry noticed what Ginny was wearing. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and his jaw dropped almost to the floor. The gown Ginny had on gave a better glimpse of her body than he had ever seen, including the starting bumps on her chest.
Ginny smirked when her mind detected his reaction. She reached out and used one finger to close his mouth and wipe the bit of drool that had dripped from it.
Before either of them could react further, there was a knock on the door. The door opened a moment later and Rose peeked inside.
She raised an eyebrow as she gazed at them, but didn’t comment. Instead, she said, “Hey, you two. Mum just sent me to check if you were both awake. She also said to tell you that Professor Dumbledore was giving you the day off training.”
“How are you doing, sis?” Harry asked, “Do you remember what happened last night?”
Rose grimaced and came inside the room, closing the door behind her. She said down on the bed beside Ginny.
“If you’re asking about that prophecy I’m supposed to have made,” Rose said, “No, I don’t remember doing that. The last thing I remember was Mum laughing at you about Ginny and Valentine’s Day, then waking up this morning.”
“So you know about the prophecy you made?” Ginny asked her.
Rose nodded, “Professor Dumbledore talked to me about it this morning with Mum and Dad.” She shrugged, “I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. According to all the stuff Hermione and I managed to find about seers, every single one made one or more prophecies or predictions in their lives.”
After several seconds of silence, Harry said, “About Hermione, sis, its good you found someone to help you find out about seers. I’m not happy you two kept it from us, but at least you had someone to confide in.”
“Oh it wasn’t easy, bro,” Rose said, “It took me a while to convince her to help me without telling any of you. I’m sure she’ll be relieved that the secrecy is over. Enough about me, what happened to you last night that required your Bond mate to spend the night with you. Mum wouldn’t give me an explanation.”
Harry grimaced and said quietly, “Old Voldie got really mad last night and I felt his anger. I felt like my scar was on fire and then it spread to my whole body.”
Rose’s eyes widened, “W-w-was it that bad?”
“Yeah, it was,” Ginny said softly answering for Harry, “When it started, Harry seemed to move away from me. I could barely feel his presence. I flooed over immediately. I felt the pain as I stepped inside the room. I felt another presence in Harry’s mind, dark and evil. As soon as I touched Harry’s mind with mine, the evil presence left, shrieking. Professor Dumbledore told me to stay the night in case he came back.”
She looked at Harry who seemed to have gotten quiet and brooding. She reached out and took his hand in hers. “Don’t think about it, Harry. It’s over for now.”
Harry looked up to see her smiling at him. Her mind was caressing his in a way he found soothing and comforting, drawing him from his dark thoughts. He smiled back and touched her mind with his own, sending her feelings of love and gratitude.
Rose’s voice broke them out of their trance, “Hey now, enough of that. You two have the day free.”
They looked back at her then at each other.
“So,” Harry asked Ginny in her mind, “What do you want to do today?”
Ginny shrugged as she replied mentally, “I don’t know. How about I head back to the Burrow for a shower and a change of clothes first? Then maybe we can have breakfast and try out that new broom of yours.”
Harry grinned, remembering the Firebolt his parents had given him the day before for his birthday.
“You’re on, Gin. Let’s go.”
Just then Rose said, “Hey, will you two stop that when there are other people in the room. Honestly, people will think you’re trying to hide something. Oooh, maybe you are. Planning a little secret rendezvous, lovebirds?”
Harry shook his head, “You know, sis, for a minute I thought you were channeling Hermione or even worse, Ron.”
Rose’s eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed, “I’ll get you for that remark, brother of mine.”
Harry and Ginny laughed and got up.
Ginny gave Harry a kiss on the lips, pulling back before Harry could deepen it. “See you later, love.” She left the room, pulling Rose along with her.
Harry smiled and started looking in his drawers for something cool to wear. The day was already starting to heat up. He looked forward to the rest of the summer, especially Ginny’s birthday. He needed to get permission from his parents to go to Diagon Alley to get her birthday present.
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