It Was Over

Chapter 2

“Fine, but I at least need to look suitable,” he told her. “Do you think the showers still work?”

“ Yeah, I already took one.” I answered and he got up to take a shower. While he did that I gathered up some of his clean clothes Hermione left him, found the razor that Fleur’s father gave him, and grabbed a pair of scissors for his hair.

15 minutes later a wet but clean Harry in only a towel walked in and I handed him his clothes.

“I’ll go wait in the hall for you to dress,” I told him, and he nodded. When he was done I came back in. “I got scissors if you want me to cut your hair?”

“Sure, I hate it long.”

I grabbed the shears and began to chop off his thick wet hair, till it was somewhat neat and short.

“I got practice from my brothers, I used to help mum trim their hair, minus Bill of course,” I laughed when I was done. Harry ran his hand through his hair and turned to smile at me before kissing me.

“What would I do without you?” He joked.

After that he shaved off his face stubble which at lengthened a good amount, then hand in hand, we walked to the great hall. It was an awful sight, people still mourning over dead bodies, nursing the wounded, and sharing stories. Harry and I tried to enter without being noticed but as soon as Harry stepped through the door, the mass of people began to clap and cheer. Everyone wanted to touch him, talk to him, and ask him questions about his journey to destroy Voldemort. The entire time, I held his hand, and he held mine tightly, and when the crowd got especially overwhelming he would pull me in and put his arm around my waist. The press was the worst, he kept me very close while they interrogated him.

“Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter! How did you destroy Voldemort?!” Most of them shouted. And Harry would respond, “with lots and lots of help, I alone did not kill him single handedly.” There was also the “Mr. Potter! Can you confirm that you are dating Ginny Weasley?!” And Harry would say, “this is neither the time nor the place to confirm my dating status.” And he would pull me in a little tighter.

Finally the crowd thinned and my mother came through, she immediately ran to Harry and hugged him, and he hugged her back.

“Oh Harry dear! You were so brave!” She cried into his chest and then kissing his cheek.

“I’m so sorry about Fred, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Molly, please. And Harry, nobody blames you dear, but thank you.” My mum told Harry, she always made everyone feel better. All my brothers and my dad were still surrounding Fred’s body. Harry to a step closer but I held back, Harry turned to look at me.

“I can’t, I just can’t……you go see him if you like, but I can’t,” I told him, I hadn’t seen my brother’s body yet, and I didn’t want to really accept the fact that he was dead. Harry nodded and watched me turn away as a tear trickle down my face, but he grabbed my waist again, and turned me to look at him. He took his thumb and wiped the tear from my face, and then hugged me, and I buried my head in his chest. I had a feeling everyone in my family was watching, but I didn’t care, I just cried silently into Harry’s chest. Suddenly there was a flash of light and I felt Harry wrap his arms around me tighter.

“Oi! She just lost her brother! You put that picture in the Profet and I swear to god I will sue the Ministry!” Harry yelled at the source, I poked my head up and saw a terrified little man holding a large camera edging way from Harry and me.

“Thank you,” I whispered and Harry leaned down to peck me on the lips. I knew he regretted it as soon as he looked up to find my 5 older brother (minus Ron) looking at him in shock.

“Harry? What is….this?” Bill pointed at Harry and me, I wiped my own face and looked at him, stepping from Harry’s arms to face Bill.

“This, my dear brother is Harry, and you already know me so that shouldn’t be a problem,” I told Bill, hands on my hips. He looked up at Harry.

“We’ll talk later,” he told Harry and my other brothers nodded in approval. I walked back to Harry and we sat down a bit further from my family.

“Sorry, Bill has always been a little overprotective.”

“Overprotection has never stopped me,” Harry said, and we laughed. I leaned against him very tired, and his embrace was so warm and protective, my eyes were just so heavy, and everything went black.


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