6A/N: I don't have anything to do with Harry Potter etc. etc.
31. Sixth Sense
Ginny Weasley had always had a taste for the future, a sort of sixth sense.
She'd seen Harry for the first time and just known that he was the One.
She'd met Hermione, seen her talk to Ron and just known that one day they'd love each other despite their differences.
She'd watched Percy storm away but known that he would return to his family.
She'd known, when Voldemort returned, that Fred Weasley didn't have much time left.
When Fred Weasley died, Ginny mourned not only for her brother, but for what she knew and what she chose to ignore.
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32. Food
"You know what?" said Ron Weasley thoughtfully as he watched Hermione carefully lace the cupcakes with sleeping potion. "I'm suddenly very hungry."
"Me too," agreed Harry, staring hard at the bait. "I don't suppose you have any food that isn't spiked on you, Hermione?"
She rolled her eyes but produced a pair of apples from her already overflowing bag. "I knew this would happen," she muttered, returning her attention to the cakes. "All you boys ever want is food."
"Unfair!" protested Ron through a mouthful of fruit. "I like Quidditch and other stuff as well!"
"And biscuits, too!" Harry added.
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33. Home
Neville liked his backyard in the morning. He liked to sit out there in the sunlight and smell the breeze which always held a faint hint of a familiar scent.
One morning, Harry came around for breakfast and found him out there in his favourite chair, just enjoying the morning. He quietly sat down beside him.
Suddenly Neville sat up straighter and looked at Harry. "Can you smell that, Harry?" he asked, almost desperately.
Harry sniffed at the air. "Mmm," he said. "Smells like home."
Neville grinned; it was the answer he'd been searching for through all these years.
"Home."
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34. Thunder
Mrs Weasley jolted awake as a huge ripple of thunder burst through the house.
She sat upright, listening, and tears came to her eyes as she remembered that very noise being recreated by the feet of her beautiful children before the war, before her darling Fred had gone…
Mr Weasley stirred and woke then, seeing his wife, abandoned sleep to comfort her.
"He's probably the one causing that racket, you know?" he whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Only Fred could make so much noise."
"You're right," she replied. "I only hope that the angels have earplugs."
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35. Earth
"Fred …"
It was George's voice, Fred knew, calling through the thick fog that seemed to divide the heavens from Earth.
Numerous times he had attempted to escape and numerous times his attempts had failed.
Now he stuck his arm through the fog in a half-hearted struggle with the division.
"I wish I could come, George," he murmured then suddenly, he was there.
George was sitting at the kitchen table in their flat, head in his hands.
"I'm here, George," said Fred. "I love you."
George looked up just in time to see his brother fade, gone from Earth forever.
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36. If
Draco paced the room before his godfather, Severus Snape.
"If I'd just listened to you!" he murmured fitfully. "If I could just go back and tell him 'no'!"
Inwardly, Severus mourned for the boy's loss of innocence, for the force with which he had been pushed into the world of his father, but he was expected to do all he could to fulfil Dumbledore's orders, despite these consequences.
"Saying 'if' will not help us now," he told the boy. "You must learn to be strong or nothing good will ever come of this. Don't let our efforts be in vain."
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37. Star
George and his young son lay on the grass, as was often their custom, gazing up at the night sky.
"Where's Uncle Fred, Dad?" asked Junior tentatively. He knew that it was a bit of a touchy subject with his father.
"Uncle Fred…" George paused, trying to find the words. "Uncle Fred is in heaven, now."
Junior was quiet for a moment, then: "Heaven?"
"See that star?" George said, pointing to the brightest star he could see.
Junior nodded vigorously, staring at the star with all his might.
"Well, that's your Uncle Fred; the biggest, best star in the sky."
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38. Choices
Draco stood on the window ledge, eyes closed, heart racing.
It was time to pay for his bad choices; all of them.
Death Eaters ran through his mind.
Harry was there too, smiling gently at him and holding his hand.
"Voldemort is gone."
Yes, he was gone, but Draco was his damage; while Draco lived on…
"I love you, Draco."
"I love… Harry."
His feet were close to the edge. He must go before his mind was changed.
Go!
Now!
"Draco? What are you…?"
Harry. I love Harry.
"Get down! Don't do anything stupid, Draco!"
"I… Harry." And he fell.
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39. Touch
She was lying there, so still that he believed her to be dead.
"No. No, no, no," he whispered, quick steps quickening.
He knelt there and gazed at her. She was so pale.
He watched her chest but there was no noticeable rising.
He would have to touch her to find if she was living or…
It was just too decisive; one touch could mean everything.
He reached for her wrist, closing his eyes.
Fingers closed on warm skin and a faint rhythm drummed against his hand.
Ron opened his eyes, grinning in relief.
"I thought I'd lost you, Hermione."
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40. Water
Ginny stood by the pond, grinning.
The few ducks that bobbed around soon took flight in fright at her frequent and spontaneous spasmodic movements.
"Ginny? What's going on?"
Hermione had crept up behind her and was now arranging herself on a rock in the sun, a bare foot slipping under the clear water.
Ginny sat by her and leaned over the side, gazing at her ecstatic reflection.
"Come on Gin!" Hermione smiled curiously at her, waiting for her friend's news.
Ginny finally could no longer contain herself.
"Guess who's going to be Mrs Harry Potter in a few months time?"