After a few weeks of summer, the order were organising some massive plan just to get Harry to the burrow safe, quite why he needed this I don't know, but if he was safe I'm happy, as long as no one gets hurt in the process. Apparently I'm too young to know the exact plan, but I have a pretty good idea, growing up with Fred and George gives some ingenious eavesdropping ideas! Anyway, today was the day harry would be arriving, it was just me and mum left in the house, waiting nervously whilst everyone else was off helping, I had a good chat with mum about harry, she agreed it was for the best, but promised she'd do as much as possible to make it less awkward between the two of us, if that means never being alone together, then so be it.
Finally everyone was home, George had lost an ear and Moody had been hit by the killing curse, but everyone else was safe. For now.
When Harry arrived back first I couldn't help but run and give him a hug, for a moment I forgot we were no longer together. When I remembered I let go and turned around, embarrassed.
Soon enough the mourning of moody had stopped and Georges ear (or lack of) had fully healed, Harry's Birthday followed by Bill and Fleur’s wedding were the next agendas, Harry was finally going to be of age, meaning he could go off on his mission, without having the trace so he couldn't be tracked. Hermione and Ron were going too, although I didn't think this was a good idea.
Harry's birthday came around sooner than expected and I had had a tough time trying to decide what to get him, it needed to be something he could take with him, but that would make him really remember me.
The day was drawing to an end and I realised I still hadn't given him my present, I asked him to come with me, which he did. It was odd at first, we had not been alone together since we split up, and I didn't really know what to say, although, I don't think he did either. Once we were in my room I explained that I didn't know what to give him, and with that, I pulled him in closer and kissed him, he kissed me back, his hands ran through my hair and I felt like there was meaning in the world once more, this meant more to me than anything, and I could tell how much it meant to him, just by the way he reciprocated it. All anger had now left my body, it was replaced with sadness and realisation, it was killing me inside, I pulled Harry even closer and collapsed on his shoulder, all I wanted to do was cry, he lifted up my head and kissed me one final time before my door flew open and Ron stood in the doorway. Brothers really do have a habit of ruining everything.