It was, in a sense, a cathartic experience. And Harry had made sure to buy extra copies.
The trip to her parents’ house had been his idea – between worrying about Remus’ condition and mulling over the unresolved situation with Ron, who had chosen to stay at the Burrow for a few days, sleep never came and the tossing in bed grew into an overwhelming need to vent her distress. That’s when the pacing started. But the …show more content…
Let’s talk. Or why don’t we go over to your house? We can pack, box and tag everything if you’d like,” he suggested, sounding almost…ecstatic. The alacrity in his voice was not unlike the one from the time he had gulped half a vial of Felix Felicis, “We’ll get you busy for the day and then afterwards you can drink your sorrows—ouch!” Ginny interrupted him with a pinch, “What? It’s a party!”
“Harry, are… are you alright?” Hermione asked, and Ginny likely decided to go back to bed then, because she spun on her heels and made her way up to the fourth floor.
“Yes. Yes, everything is fine. We’re all going to live together, that’s all.”
“Harry, we’ve been living together for the past seven years. Mostly, that is.”
“But this is different, you know? This is home.” “It’s not a refuge anymore. Not a vacation from life with the Dursley’s, nor a hiding place from Voldemort and his followers. It’s just home.”
Hermione hadn’t quite known what to say. The smile she offered Harry felt wobbly even to her, so she hugged him. She understood him then, on a basic, raw level where that somewhat nonsensical feeling of being homeless yet not technically houseless threatened to swallow you …show more content…
Ron chose to stay in the second floor, in the same bedroom he and Harry had been designated when they first stayed at the house. Neville took Hermione and Ginny’s old room on the first floor, whereas Hermione and Luna would share the third floor – Hermione where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had stayed, and Luna in Fred and George’s, leaving the middle one as a