The Other Potter (George Weasley)

Twenty.

Harry was there bright and early to visit all of us. He woke me up first, and sat by me and told me that Sirius had been killed by Bellatrix Lestrange last night. I hugged him, and he started to cry, and I did too. It made me want to go reach out to Lupin and see how he is doing with this news. He woke the others and told them the sad news as well, but then added that Dumbledore was Headmaster of Hogwarts again and threw a copy of the Daily Prophet at Hermione to read to us all.

That was the big news front page the next morning when I woke the next morning. Hermione read us all the article aloud while we listened. We were all going to make a full recovery. Luna had trotted her happy butt up to visit all of us and sat next to Hermione's bed reading the latest copy of The Quibbler upside down, as she always does to pass the time.

"They were very complimentary about you and Dumbledore in the article, Harry," said Hermione as she finished reading it. "I notice they didn't mention the fact that it was them doing all the ridiculing and slandering though. Well, anyways, what's going on in school, you guys?" She asked, looking at Harry and Luna.

"Well, Flitwick was able to get rid of Fred and George's swamp," says Harry, "He did it in about three seconds, but he left a little bit underneath a window roped off. It's kind of like a little monument to them."

"Everything seems to have settled right back down again," says Luna not looking up from her magazine.

"It looks like Firenze and Trelawney are both going to share the Divination duties," says Harry, and shrugs, "The subject is still a waste of time if you ask me."

"How can you say that when we just discovered that there are actual prophecies out there?" Asks Hermione.

"Did you ever find out what the Prophecy even said?" Ron asks, looking at Harry.

"No, it got too far away for me to hear it," he says, and I don't think he's telling the truth, either, judging from his reaction to that question.

"Yeah well, Voldemort never got to hear what was on it either, so I guess that's a plus," says Harry.

Harry left soon after that to visit Hagrid, because he had just gotten back as well, I was able to leave the hospital wing by midday. The last one to leave the hospital wing was Hermione, she left three days before the end of term, and we got to eat the final feast together the night before we left. When we crossed over between platforms 9 and 10, we were met by some people we never expected to see.

There was Mad-Eye, looking quite sinister with his bowler hat pulled down to cover his magical eye. Tonks stood just behind him, bright bubblegum pink hair gleaming in the sunlight, wearing a heavily patched pair of jeans, with a bright purple t-shirt. Next to her was Lupin and then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were next to them. And then there was a real surprise, Fred and George, who were both wearing brand-new jackets in some lurid green scaly material.

I hug Lupin first, giving him an extra-long hug, saying, "I was so sad to hear about Sirius," quietly to him. I figured he didn't really want to talk about it right here. He said thank you, and gave me a kiss on the head.

George smiled so wide, looking at me with such a happy look in his eyes. I matched his happiness and hugged him so tight, and I never wanted to let go. He kissed me for a good moment on the lips and I heard Ron ask what on Earth the twins were wearing.

"Finest Dragon skin, little bro," said Fred, "Business is booming so we figured we'd treat ourselves."

"You look like a Christmas decoration with all that green and red," joked Ginny.

"I like it," I say, running my hands on George's collar and he smiles at me.

His smile vanishes, however, when he sees the bruises on my neck. His tone is very worrisome as he asks, "Merlin's beard," he gasps, "what happened to you, Darling?"