Reducto

The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were outside in the little space by their house where the bunch often played Quidditch. There were only six players: the twins, Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione. With so few numbers they only had two Chasers and a Keeper each team. On one team Harry, Ginny and Fred, Fred as Keeper and the other two as Chasers. On the other team, Hermione, George and Ron, Ron as Keeper. This made each team evenly matched; well at least on the Keeper side of things.

The score was even at 30-30 which was surprising since George had to work extra hard to make up for Hermione. She did make an effort, but nearly killed one of the other players in the process. Currently Ginny had the Quaffle, but passed quickly to Harry who caught it and sped down their little space at break-neck speed on his Firebolt, Ginny looked at him wistfully as he did so wishing she’d got a broom like that, but she know full well that her parents were to poor to get one for her, but she still wished.

“Reducto!” shouted Harry and he as he almost hit a tree. Ginny burst out laughing; she wasn’t the only one. All of the players were hysterical except that Hermione was just smiling trying to control herself. Even the two Keepers were doubled up laughing. Harry saw his chance. Ginny knew what he was doing and speed to the opposite goal post between two trees. Harry shot and Ginny caught it passing it back to Harry who shot again narrowly missing Ron who had jumped into action after the first goal.

Lumos

In the effort of trying to catch the Quaffle Ron fell to the ground. Hermione was there in a flash, “Are you OK?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said getting to his feet. He noticed George exchanging a wink with Fred. “What’s that for?” he asked. The Twins had been acting very strangely the past few days, sniggering when Hermione asked him how he was, and other things on their own no doubt. Hermione, being calm as always just gave them a look of disgust. “Oh no! She might not be impressed by us anymore!” they chorused innocently.

“Come in now!” Mrs.Weasley called. “I need you all to set the table!” All of the six trudged down to the Burrow’s backyard, and into the kitchen. “Ronald! Look at the state of you! Go get your self cleaned up at once!” Mrs.Weasley scolded Ron. He walked of slowly dragging his feet murmuring about how hungry he was. “Well hurry up then? The faster you get downstairs, the faster we can all eat.”

The five knew what was to happen now, out of habit. The Twins got the two tables setup, and the rest of them handled the cutlery. Eventually they got everything ready after a bit of fooling around on Fred and George’s part. “Oh good!” exclaimed Mrs.Weasley when they told her. She steered her husband outside. “Oh dear! It’s quite dark! Lumos! There that’s better.” And she sat down.

Nox

The feast was delicious. Ginny felt wonderfull, stuffed to the brim with her mothers cookiing. Harry enjoyed it too; he always did. Ginny took a deep breath, her love overwhelming her. "Oh! We must turn in now! Have a good nights sleep before we go to Diagon Alley!" Mrs Weasley's voice cut through her thoughts sharply. "Huh? What?" Ginny said. "Time for bed." Mrs Weasley said taking Hermione and Ginny upstairs to bed.

"Now go to sleep." she said. Ginny was sleepy, a rare thing. "G'night Hermione" she said and drifted off. Mr Weasley had taken in much of the food once his wife had come back and was levitating the last plate. "Thank you dear." Mrs Weasley said giving him a kiss in the cheak. "I'll clean the dishes, you go ahead and finish up out side."

Mr. Weasley cleaned up the tables and then picked up the heavy lamps carrying them inside then went to check for anything he missed. Not finding anything he said "Nox." and went inside again.

Knitting Charm

Ginny woke up and rolled over in her bed, the first thing she saw was Hermione looking down on her with a hand on her shoulder. "Ginnny? Are you okay?" she asked. Ginny, confused, repiled "well yeah, why wouldn't I be?" and sat up. "Well" Hermione took a hand off her shoulder "you were having a nightmare." "What?!" Ginnny asked. "Really? I don't even remember." Ginny glanced at Hermione and saw a glint in her eye that told her that she knew that Ginny was lieing. She did have a nightmare- about Harry.

It was a rather stupid dream, she was tring to get his attetion when Cho turned up and he went off with her then it was like the world was turnedd upside down literaly and she was screaming all over the place, she screamed for Harry but he never came and she probably shouted out in her sleep. great she thought. Now she knows. "Come on let's get ready, it's already 8," Hermione said. Ginny stood up and said "Sure," and went to the bathroom.

Once she came out she went downstairs to find everyone at the kitchen table merrily eating and chatting while downing several loaves of bread. Her mother was in a coner using a knitting charm while she talked to Fred and George who were probably in big trouble.

9. Disapparate

Ginny wasn’t surprised, they were always in trouble and it looked like no one else was surprised either. Ginny grabbed a plate and sat down at the table outside. “How do you feel?” Ginny’s head snapped around. The low quiet voice had startled her but it was only Harry. “Fine! Why?” Did he know? If he did Hermione must have told him. “No reason,” the dark haired boy slipped into the seat next to her and gave her a little smile. Ginny smiled back and took a sip of butter beer. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Hermione smiling knowingly at them and she wished she could just leave him there. She still loved him, it was no secret but it was just too hard to be around him now.

“Well ‘ello there!” Fred said smirking like an idiot. “Come! Sit everyone!” Mrs.Weasley called as she took a seat at the table and watched as her husband did the same. “Dig in everyone!” Arthur Weasley said grabbing a bun out of a basket. Ginny filled her plate quietly and eat as much as she possibly could when suddenly...BAM! Bill disapparated from the table. “Bill!” Mrs.Weasley screamed immediately.

33. Point Me

“Fred! George! Did you do this?” “No!” They said their arms up in the air. “Bill!” Molly Weasley hugged Fleur, it was too much for them both to handle. Now Bill just disappears after all that he had to go through. Harry stood up. “We have to find him.” “Wait.” Mr.Weasley had been quiet all this time, his face was white but his voice was steady. “You don’t know where to find him,” he told Harry but the dark haired boy just smiled at him. “I think I know how to. Point me.” Harry rested his wand on the palm of his hand and smiled as the wand pointed north. “We’ve just got to go to the ministry.” He faced the direction his wand was pointing to as he picked up his broom. “Well who’s coming?” Fleur immediately stepped up.

“We can apparate dear,” Mrs.Weasely said and Fleur stepped back again. “Well I’m coming and I can’t apparate!” said Ginny trying to save the boy from further embarrassment. “Ginny you can’t go-" “You can’t stop me.” Ginny summoned her own broom and kicked off into the sky. “Are you coming Harry?” She asked as she hovered over them waiting there.

34. Protego

As they landed at the Ministry’s doorstep a loud ticking noise could be heard. Ginny and Harry picked up their brooms and squeezed inside the telephone booth. Harry dialled the number and the smooth female voice filled the space. Ginny kept look out, although muggles wouldn’t think much of a telephone booth, a ministry wizard might see them. “Visitors, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley,” Harry said uncertainly to the phone and immediately two buttons came shooting out of the collection tray. “Thanks,” Harry said as we were lowered down into the entrance of the ministry.

It was the weekend. There shouldn’t have been anyone there besides the security wizard but the halls were bustling with wizards all around. They couldn’t be seen, they wouldn’t be allowed in since they were visitors.
“We should have Flooed in,” Ginny said a little wistfully.

“Well, we can’t do anything about it now,” Harry replied as he crawled closer to the security guard. “Stupefy!” Harry said and immediately the guard froze. They were in. Harry and Ginny walked forwards trying to look casual while inside Ginny was shaking like a leaf. This wasn’t her first time but now she wasn’t sure this was legal.