Harry and Ginny stumbled and fell as they made their way out of the fireplace. Ginny giggled madly as she fell on top of Harry, who had soot all over his face and glasses. Molly came over and helped them both up, cleaning them off with her wand.
"Thank you." Harry told her as she cleaned off his face.
"Not a problem, dear." Molly responded.
Molly walked back into the kitchen with Harry and Ginny following her. Harry looked around and happily found that the Burrow was the same as he had saw it last time. Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron, and Hermione were already at the table, waiting for them. Harry had a feeling they all wanted to know his story, the whole story this time. Ginny sensed it too, and grabbed onto his hand, giving him some kind of comfort.
"So, Ron was right." Charlie said, looking at their hands, "You guys are together."
Ginny glared over at Ron, who sunk into his chair somewhat, while Harry gave a guilty grin.
"Why do you sound so surprised? Even I saw this coming." Bill told Charlie, winking over at Harry, who blushed.
"Okay, enough." Molly told them, slightly amused.
Harry and Ginny went over and sat by Ron and Hermione, who were also holding hands. By the blush still left in their faces, Harry could tell that they both had already been teased by the Weasley's. Molly went over to the stove and started to make them all lunch, Arthur went back to reading the 'Daily Prophet', while various Weasley's broke out into conversations.
"Harry," Ron whispered to him, motioning him to come closer.
Harry leaned over enough for Ron to whisper in his ear.
"Mum and dad want to hear the whole story from you, as well as everyone else. They all promised to wait until you're ready and feel comfortable to share it with them. But I heard mum and dad talking last night, they think it might help everyone know what they were fighting for." Ron told him.
Harry nodded and sat back up, becoming lost in his own thoughts. Should he tell them? Even though it was all finally over, he still felt reluctant to tell anyone else that he didn't already tell the whole story, he always' felt sad and ashamed afterwards. But, if it made everyone else feel better, he could do it, for them.
"Harry?" Ginny asked, snapping her fingers in front of Harry's face.
Harry blinked and looked over at her, noticing her concerned face.
"What?" Harry asked her, unconsciously rubbing his scar.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
Harry looked around and noticed no one paying close enough attention to them, so Harry tugged on her hand and got up towards the front door, pulling her along.
"Where are we going?" Ginny asked him, following him freely.
"Somewhere private." Harry told her.
Harry quietly opened the front door and led them out into the yard, and found a particularly peaceful looking tree, and walked over to it. Harry sat down and pulled Ginny down onto his lap, and started to stroke her hair.
"I'm going to tell them everything later on today." Harry informed her.
"Why?" Ginny asked, intrigued.
"To give them peace of mind. Besides, they deserve to know why they were really fighting. Why Fred died." Harry choked out, feeling a pang of loss in mentioning the fallen Weasley.
"Harry," Ginny said tearfully, forcing his chin up so he would look at her, "I told you, it's not your fault. I talked to George while we were at Hogwarts, and he doesn't blame you at all for Fred's death. He blames Voldemort, we all do. So you need to stop blaming yourself, you're only hurting yourself."
"But-" Harry started, until Ginny leaned in and kissed him.
"What was that for?" Harry asked as she pulled away.
"I had to shut you up somehow." She told him innocently.
Harry ran his hand through his hair, making it messier than before. He looked down at his Ginny, and leaned in to kiss her. Ginny met him half way and kissed him just as enthusiastically, Harry pulled her closer to him, making no space between them. As their kiss became passionate, Ginny placed her hands on his chest as he placed his hands tightly on her waist, deepening the kiss. Before Harry lost control of himself, he pulled back from Ginny, breathing heavily. Ginny moved her lips down his jaw and onto his throat, wanting to continue. Harry groaned aloud as she found a sensitive spot. Ginny giggled and pulled away, her face slightly flushed and her eyes bright.
"You like that, don't you?" She asked him, caressing his neck.
Harry nodded and rested his chin on her head, while she snuggled into his chest. They then spent the next half hour sitting their, talking about whatever came to mind. It wasn't until Molly came out and told them lunch was ready that they even thought of going back inside. Harry pulled Ginny up and walked hand in hand with her back up to the Burrow. As they made their way to sit next to Hermione and Ron, who was stuffing his face, Molly walked over to Harry with a steaming goblet, he tried his hardest not to roll his eyes as he figured he had to take another potion.
"Madam Pomfrey just sent this over, Harry. She said you need to take this for the next week." Molly told him, setting it next to his plate on the table.
"But I feel fine." Harry told her as he sat down next to Ginny and Ron.
"You have to take it, Harry." Molly told him again, glaring at him.
Harry sighed, knowing he wouldn't win the argument with Molly and Hermione (Who just started glaring at him) staring at him like that. Harry grabbed the goblet and squeezed his eyes shut, and poured the potion to his mouth. He knew by the taste it was a Soreness Relief potion. Harry heard several of the Weasley's chuckle at his facial reaction as he finished taking it.
"Now that wasn't go bad, was it?" Bill asked him, a huge grin on his face.
Harry gave him a look of mock anger and grabbed his cup of pumpkin juice and chugged it down, washing the sour milk taste out of his mouth. As the meal went on, Harry got quieter and quieter, his mind on the story he had to tell later on tonight.
"Come on, Harry," Hermione said as they all finished, "Lets go up into Ron's room."
Harry nodded and got out of his seat and followed, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny up into Ron's room. As they opened the door, Ron swore loudly, and grabbed his wand out of his pocket. Harry looked into the room and saw the old ghoul from the attic sitting on Ron's bed, looking the same as Ron left him last year.
"Help me out, will you?" Ron asked Harry, who pulled out his wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry and Ron said, lifting the ghoul into mid-air.
"Open the door!" Ron called over to Hermione.
Hermione waved her wand and the attic door fell open. Ron and Harry had a hard time getting the ghoul into the attic, but finally succeeded. Sweating, both the boys plopped down onto Ron's orange bed. Hermione and Ginny sat down on the floor and leaned against the side of the bed, shoulder to shoulder.
"So, what's going on, mate?" Ron asked Harry, propping himself up on a elbow.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, slightly confused.
"You were very quiet at lunch earlier." Hermione told him, looking up at him.
"I'm telling them the story tonight, the whole story." Harry told them, hoping it would clear up some of the confusion.
"Do you think your ready?" Hermione asked, a look of concern in her eyes.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Harry responded.
"What does that mean?" Ron asked him.
"It's just that every time I've told the story so far, the feelings feel fresh afterwards, like it happened all over again. It's one of the reasons why I hate telling the story." Harry informed them.
"Then why are you even telling them?" Hermione asked.
"Because it'll give them closure. They also need to know why they were fighting and what they were fighting for."
"They already know the story." Hermione said in a small voice.
"Yes, but not the whole story. They deserve that much." Harry told her.
Hermione nodded in agreement as they all fell silent, no one knowing what to say. Harry had a sudden thought.
"What happened to Voldemort's body after you stabbed it?" Harry asked.
"It burst into flames, mate. Nothing left but ash." Ron informed him.
Harry nodded with a smirk on his face, but it faded as he thought about another body that needed to be taken care of.
"What happened to Fred? What about Remus and Tonks?" Harry asked them all.
"We have Fred right now. But mum wanted to wait until everyone was here to have the funeral. I assume it'll be in a few days. As for Remus and Tonk's, Andromeda has them right now, and said something about having the funeral's on the 8th. You can owl her about it if you want." Ginny told him.
Harry rested his head towards Ginny's and closed his eyes. Ginny started to comb through his hair with her fingers. Hermione went into he bag and found a copy of ' Hogwarts, A History' and started to read it, again.
"So," Ron said suddenly, "Did you hear about the Chudley Cannons?"
Harry opened his eyes and looked towards Ron, and starting chuckling.
Harry leaned back in his chair as he finished his second helping of dinner, feeling stuffed. Hermione and Ginny had finished before him, and were now looking over at Ron, who was stuffing his face, in disgust. Harry chuckled and rolled his eye. You would think they would be used to his eating habits by now. Harry waited patiently as the Weasley's finished eating dinner, thinking to himself. When Molly waved her wand and the dishes lifted into the air and went over into the sink, he knew it was time. Harry looked towards Ginny and Hermione, who both nodded, and walked into the living room, sitting in his favorite chair.
"Where did Harry go?" Molly asked as she glanced at his empty seat.
"He's in the living room, waiting for all of us." Ron told her.
"Why?" Fleur spoke up.
"He's ready to tell us the whole story." Ron responded.
The Weasley's (Apart from Ron and Ginny) cast looked between each other.
"Are you sure, dear?" Molly asked.
"Yes, but we need to hurry. He's waiting." Hermione answered.
The Weasley boys shrugged and walked into the living, while Arthur put a arm around his wife and led them to the living room. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all glanced at each other before joining the others, wondering how it would all work out, especially for Harry.
Harry glanced up as the Weasley's entered the room, taking up seats and the couch. When Hermione finally sat down, Harry cleared his throat and started to talk.
"You all know why your here, I want to tell you the whole story. You all deserve to know the whole story. So here it goes."