Hi guys, It's been a while since I wrote a Harry Potter fanfiction, although I deleted it cause it was the first story that I'd ever written and I thought that it was a load of rubbish cause it just didn't make sense, any way, after that I started to write Doctor Who fanfictions which most of my stories are at the moment and probably will be even though I have now started three new fanfictions from different genres. I do have another fanfic in the pipeline for Harry Potter, but this one is set the day after the final battle.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter if I did then what I write would be reality, wouldn't it? And I'd have a lot of money and wouldn't need a college bursary or have to sit in my mum's shop two out of five days a week would I? No thought not.
Here we go.
The day after the final battle at Hogwarts dawned bright and sunny, the only evidence of the battle that had taken place the night before was the spell damage done to the castle and the Aurors taking all of the surviving death eaters to Azkaban prison to await trial.
Up in his dormitory in Gryffindor tower, the hero of the hour, Harry Potter was still asleep in his four poster bed.
He woke up and took in his surroundings, hoping that what had happened the night before had been a dream, but when he realised where he was, he knew that it had really happened, that Fred, Remus, Tonks and Colin were really gone. He got out of bed and the feeling of guilt that he had experienced the night before crept up on him again.
He went into the bathroom, showered and then dressed still feeling incredibly guilty for what happened.
When he was dressed in the fresh robes that a house elf, probably Kreacher, had placed at the foot of his bed, he left the room and headed down stairs to the common room, where he hoped to find his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, but there was no one there, well, no one except the only other person that he wanted to see right at that moment. Mrs Weasley was sitting in the arm chair by the fire, crying quietly, Harry walked over to her and stopped in front of her.
"Mrs Weasley?"
"Oh, hello Harry, dear." She said, smiling through her tears. "Sleep well?"
"Not really." Harry said as he sat on the arm chair opposite her.
"You feel guilty, don't you?"
"How can I not, what happened to Fred and Remus and Tonks was all my fault."
Mrs Weasley got up and walked over to stand in front of Harry. "Harry, it was not your fault." She told him firmly "If it was anyone's fault it was Voldemort's. Don't you dare blame yourself." When she finished speaking, she pulled him to his feet and hugged him, the way that only a mother could. When she let him go she told him to go and find Ron and Hermione.
Ron and Hermione were the last people that he needed to see at the moment, there was still one important apology to make, so instead of going to find his best friends, he went off to try to find George Weasley.
Harry eventually found George sitting by the lake and went to sit beside him. "George, I'm so sorry" Harry started "What happened to Fred was my fault."
"No, Harry, I'm sure that Mum's already told you this. It wasn't your fault." George told his friend and investor "What happened to Fred could have happened to any one of us. Not your fault. None of it was your fault. The person that you need to talk to right now is Ginny, you've got some explaining to do." George said, beginning to grin, wondering whether his baby sister would bat bogey her ex-boyfriend or not.
Harry grinned back, knowing exactly what George was thinking, but more than anything he was glad to see his friend smile again. He got up and headed back to the school in search of the youngest Weasley.
He found her sitting in the Great Hall staring into space; he walked to the Gryffindor table and stopped behind her. "Ginny, can we talk?" he asked nervously.
And I'll stop right there, cause this is only a prologue to the rest of the story. So will Ginny speak to him or not, we'll you'll need to wait until I post the next chapter to find out.
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Julie20007