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"Ouch!" complained the green-eyed, black haired boy sitting across the table from Ginny Weasley. She giggled, "Sorry Harry, you were spacing out on me again!" The two were out on a date at a muggle restaurant, McDonalds. Ginny had been going on a rant about the interesting properties of different types of charms. Harry had spaced out, he got enough useless facts during class, which wouldn't be starting until three days from now. Plus, he had more important things to think about.
"Sorry," He said, "Just thinking about the team and tryouts coming up," Ginny sighed and put down the chicken nugget in her hand.
"You guys will do fine. You have a great team, and you'll find " she took his hand, "A great keeper, though I honestly still don't know how my goofball of a brother, Ron, can even stay on his broomstick. You have two great beaters, Lise and Dan, who I could totally see together. Jen, Peter, and Joel are amazing chasers. The one problem I have with our team is," she smiled, "our seeker kind of sucks," She let go of Harry's hand.
"Hey!" Harry said, looking rather offended, "Need I remind you, Ginger, your boyfriend is the Captain of our Gryffindor quidditch team," he smirked and crossed his arms.
Ginny giggled, "Alright, loser. Whatever you say," she stood up, "We should apparate back to the Burrow soon, back to Hogwarts for us first thing in the morning,"
Harry sighed and started picking up his trash. "Yeah, you're right." He turned from the trash can and took Ginny's hand, "Let's go," He frowned. Ginny looked up at him and smiled, then they walked out of the restaurant, and apparated back to the home of the Weasleys and temporary residence of Harry Potter.
"There you are mate!" Yelled Ron as he walked out of the house toward Harry and Ginny. He grinned, "Did you bring me a Big Mac?" Harry laughed and handed him a white paper bag, "With large fries," The three laughed and walked into the lopsided and colorful building that was the burrow.
"Harry, Ginny, is that you?" Yelled Molly Weasley from the kitchen. "Yes Mrs. Weasley, we're back. We brought food." said Harry. Molly came out of the kitchen with a knife in hand. "Oh, you didn't have to do that. I'm making you kids a special dinner tonight, it is after all Ron and Harry's last time returning to Hogwarts," The boys smiled, "You can bring the muggle food for lunch tomorrow on the train, go get ready now," Molly said and walked back into the kitchen.
"Alright Harry, I'm going to go do some last minute packing. You two should too, I'll see you later at dinner," she kissed Harry on the cheek and went upstairs. Harry and Ron looked at each other then walked up to their room.
"So," Harry sat on the edge of his newly stripped bed, "How do you think we'll hold up when we finally go back after, you know..."
"The war?" Ron asked as he sat on top of his trunk, "Honestly mate, I have no idea. It's going to be hard to walk those hallways and pass those courtyards to get to class everyday. It already feels like we're haunted by ghosts at home. George barely gets out of the Burrow for fun these days, I don't even know how he can work at the shop everyday without going completely mental," Ron sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's definitely going to be hard mate," Harry said, "But tomorrow when we meet Hermione on the train, we're going to school. We're going to go to all our classes, study hard, get good marks, train hard for quidditch, and not even think about the Battle of Hogwarts." Harry sighed, "We will never forget it, We just have to find a way to... distract ourselves," He looked over at Ron.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and smiled, then they were laughing, then laughing hard, and soon they were falling on the ground, snorting and clutching their stomachs. "You know," Ron gasped, "Hermione can do the study hard part and get good marks," he laughed, "But there is no way you and I will get there," they giggled.
"Like, ever" Harry agreed, "Alright mate, let's get down stairs, I smell food," Ron grinned, "Race ya," and the two boys ran down the stairs into the kitchen.
