Mrs Weasley had wanted everyone to sleep together but after a small heated discussion and a gentle guiding hand from Mr Weasley, Ron, Hermione and Ginny left to join the rest of the Gryffindors who were making their way towards Gryffindor Tower. The rest of the Weasleys, except George left the Hall. He wanted to see Fred again and only after promising the rest of the family to try and get some sleep did they finally leave. Percy in particular had wanted to stay with him but George insisted that he needed some alone time with his brother. Luna watched as he stood and entered the trophy room were his brother lay.
Ginny, Ron and Hermione entered their loved Gryffindor common room. Seamus was sitting by the fireplace, staring into the empty grate. Dean sat opposite him casting worried glances towards him. He smiled as the trio entered. Hermione wandered over,
"Any word on Lavender," she asked quietly.
"No," replied Dean when Seamus didn't answer, "her parents said they would let us know as soon as they could."
"I sorry Seamus mate," Ron muttered, "just try and remember, my brother Bill survived as did Lupin."
Seamus looked up sharply,
"So Lavender, if she survives, will either be horrendously scarred or a werewolf or both! Is that suppose to comfort me!" Seamus shouted.
Ron and Hermione did not reply, what could they say. Seamus had returned to looking into the fire grate. Dean raised his eyebrows in an apologetic way as Ron and Hermione left to join Ginny by one of the windows. Ginny turned to face Ron, with the same determined look she had given George she spoke,
"I want to sleep in your dormitory if Harry is there, I want to be there when he wakes up."
"NO WAY!" Ron's eyes wide as saucers.
"I wasn't asking permission Ron, I was telling you. You, no doubt, want to be close to Hermione," at that Ron automatically drew Hermione closer to him, "I am going to be there for Harry when he wakes."
"BUT…" spluttered Ron.
"Look" interrupted Ginny in a calm quiet voice. "I don't plan to seduce him. I don't even know for sure he will want me back.""He will," grumbled Ron, with Hermione smiling next to him as confirmation.
Ginny faltered with a hesitant smile,
"I haven't seen him properly since the wedding. I need to be near him. To see he is still alive and safe," her voice waivered.
"Fine" Ron grumpily conceded. "but if I he hurts you or you hurt him in any way." but Ginny was gone up the staircase.
"Do you want to go up to my dorm?" asked Hermione in small voice.
"I can't can I, I'll just slide down." Ron observed.
"I don't think it applies once you are of age and you have the girls consent" Hermione blushed. "I've looked it up" Ron smiled in wonder, what doesn't this girl know!
Ginny slowly opened the door of the dormitory quietly. There was Harry, fast asleep, looking peaceful. Ginny desperately wanted to climb in next to him, but for once her Gryffindor courage faltered. Ron and Hermione maybe wrong, he might not feel the same as he did. The image of their kiss they shared on his birthday stole her breath for a moment. That image, the memory of his lips on hers, his strong hands in her hair and on her back, had kept her strong during the long months not knowing were he was, if he was alright or even alive. She climbed onto the bed nearest to Harry's, which of course was Ron's, and gazed over at Harry's sleeping form and eventually fell asleep.
George closed the door of the trophy room behind him and stood for a while looking at all the people laid before him on long, plush velvet cushions. Lupin lay next to his wife Tonks,
"At least they are together," thought George.
He looked beyond Tonks and there lay himself. Only it wasn't himself, it was Fred, it just felt like it should be him. He slowly walked over to Fred and looked down at him. He still had the laughter on his face. George knew that magic was keeping his brother and the rest of the dead looking so alive but it still looked as if Fred would sit up and continue laughing.
"How can I carry on," wondered George, "he was the ideas man, he had the confidence, he was the better part of me."
"You will because you have to," said the little voice inside him.
"So it is you Fred?" answered George out loud.
"Yes, a part of me will always be with you, creepy huh. I don't think I will always be able to talk to you though, only when you really need me. You know, when you're being wussy!" George let out a strangled sob. "Don't George. It will get easier" George bent over Fred's body and finally cried.
George left the trophy room drained. The hall, at first glance, looked empty but then on the far table was Luna. Her head was on her hands, on the table. She was asleep. George walked over, she didn't look at all comfortable.
"Luna," he whispered. She slowly raised her head and opened her large blue eyes.
"Oh, hello George, I tried to stay awake, sorry" George looked puzzled. "Just in case you needed someone but if you are alright then I will go and find somewhere to sleep." She paused thoughtfully, "I don't want to go to Ravenclaw anymore though, I have no friends there. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find somewhere." She stood up.
"Would you like me to take you to Gryffindor Luna? You definitely seemed to have the Gryffindor bravery" George looked into this strange girls eyes as they widened with wonder.
"Would you mind? All my friends seem to be Gryffindors and I feel as if I need to be near them. It makes me wish I had chosen differently when the sorting hat had given me the choice between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Both my mum and dad were Ravenclaws and I felt that was what I should choose. I thought the sorting hat must have had a nargles infestation to even suggest Gryffindor"
"Come on" replied George bewildered, he had never really talked to Luna before, it certainly took his mind of the present situation, albeit briefly. He felt Fred's smile form in his head.
George led the way up to Gryffindor tower. Luna beside him, dreamily looking around as if surveying all the damage. The fat lady smiled as she saw George approach and opened. Dean and Seamus had now been joined by Neville, Pavarti and her Ravenclaw sister, Padma.
"I'm sorry about Fred George," said Neville standing and everyone else agreeing. George opened his mouth to speak but found his voice had left him, Luna took his hand and gently squeezed it. Neville sat and made room so they could join them but instead Luna spoke,
"Thanks everyone but I think George needs somewhere to lie down and I'm a bit tired too. Where can we sleep?"
Neville pointed to the boys staircase and mentioned that the first room was this years first years room so it should be unoccupied. Luna smiled and led a uncharacteristically quiet George up the stairs.
"Well," remarked Pavarti, "how weird", but before her sister could comment in agreement, Dean spoke.
"Luna's alright," remarked Dean quietly, watching the staircase were the two had just left.
"Yeah, she is," agreed Neville. Pavarti and Padma just looked at each other and raised their eyebrows but wisely stayed quiet.
Upstairs, in what had been Hermione's dormitory, Ron stood in the middle and looked around. The room was not much different than the boys but seemed more feminine, lighter somehow and of course there where only three beds, Pavarti's, Lavender's and Hermione's. Hermione entered the room, her hair still damp from the shower and wearing pyjama's.
"I transfigured them" she explained as Ron looked at the pale blue silkiness that she was now wearing. "I have made you some pjs too, they are in the bathroom." She was suddenly feeling shy, the memory of the kiss they had shared earlier had returned whilst she had been taking her shower and although she had shared many nights in the same tent with Ron, Harry had always been nearby. Ron smiled, he also looked awkward,
"Won't be long" and left. Hermione got into her bed, now realising how much she had missed it and closed her eyes.
George let himself be led into the first year dormitory. Luna directed him to a bed and sat him down.
"Do you need to talk?" she quizzed, her head tilted.
"No, can't. Well at least not yet." George replied. Luna nodded.
"Yes, it was a while before I could speak about my mum. Well, if you don't mind I'm going to have the bed by the window, I like to feel the sun on my face in the morning. Of course, it depends whether it will be sunny tomorrow but if you.."
"That's fine" George answered with a small smile. "Fred was the one who preferred the sun not me. I'll be fine here." and lay down knowing he wouldn't sleep. Luna opened the curtains, settled into bed and appeared to fall asleep. George kept looking at her, wondering who Luna was and how had they ended up sharing a dormitory.
"Just go with the flow, brov" came a voice as he eventually closed his eyes.
Ron re-entered the dormitory room wearing the navy blue cotton pj pants and t-shirt that Hermione had transfigured for him earlier. He gazed over at Hermione, who appeared to have fallen asleep and was struck at how beautiful she looked. Her hair had fanned out behind her on the pillow and her face soft with no worries. Not wanting to disturb her although desperate to, he climbed into the bed that enabled him to watch her face until he also fell asleep.