Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

Chapter 23
The next few weeks went by fast and before they knew it Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were being
woken up by a screaming Mrs. Weasley saying, "Get you're trunks down here now, you have to be
there by 10 and it's almost 9 now."
"We'll be down in a minute mum," shouted Ron, his hair short again, he had been forced to cut his hair
after his mother said that it would look more appropriate for the ceremony. Hermione had agreed, and
later told him that it had started to, 'get in the way.'
"Ron, why don't you just Apparate downstairs with that," said Hermione, indicating the trunk he was
dragging. Then with a small pop she and her trunk were gone, leaving Ron standing on the landing
alone.
Ron concentrated and turned. Suddenly he was sitting in the middle of the kitchen holding his trunk.
"Hi Ron," said Ginny as she and Harry came downstairs, both of them carrying their trunks with
apparent ease.
"Hi," muttered Ron as he sat down to breakfast. Turning to his mother Ron said, "Mum, what's the
hurry, we're apparating to Kings Cross, we could leave at 10 o'clock and still get their on time."
"I know," said Mrs. Weasley, "but you still need to be ready to go by 10 o'clock. And knowing you,
you'll have to come back for something or another."
"Hey, I'm not that forgetful," protested Ron, "I packed everything I need." he finished.
"He did Mrs. Weasley, I even checked to make sure," said Hermione.
"Did you pack underwear?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!!" exclaimed Ron.
"Ron, it could be worse," said Hermione, "I could be the one asking."
Ron blushed at this, not because of what Hermione said, but because she had asked him the exact same
question only the night before. "Well for your information, I had everything packed before Hermione
looked over my stuff to make sure." Ron stabbed his fork into a plate of sausage to accent his words,
and when he pulled he fork back he had three sausages on his fork. He took a bite of each before
putting the fork down on his plate and picking up his juice.
Harry and Ginny couldn't help but chuckle at Ron's anger.
"Did you all pack your dress robes for the ball tomorrow?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and then simultaneously bolted for the stairs. Five minutes
later they each came downstairs with a bundle of cloth draped over their arms. Ron's new dress robes
were deep red, and had no frilly lace on them. Hermione hadn't bothered to get new dress robes. Instead
she had bought a dress that was the color of dried blood, close to Ron's but a shade or two darker.
The two quickly put their nice clothes in their trunks and then endured Mrs. Weasley running down the
list of things that they would need for their final year. After all was said and done the only thing that the
couple had forgotten had been their nice clothes. By 9:45 everybody was ready to go.
"Alright you four," said Mrs. Weasley as she put on her light jacket, "Ron, you go first, then Hermione,
then Ginny and finally Harry. I'll go last to make sure nothing gets left behind."
Harry knew she meant trunks or other things but he couldn't help looking over at Ron and giving him a
small teasing smile, "she means you mate," he said, "she wants to make sure you get their in…one