Harry sat at the kitchen table of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place with a large book in front of him. The pages were empty for now but he was thinking of ways that he could fill them with memories.
Discouraged at his own lack of creativity, Harry arose from the table and walked upstairs for some quiet time.
Walking up the stairs, Harry passed Ginny. She smiled at him.
“Hey Harry, Where are you off to?”
Now torn between joining his girlfriend wherever she was going and allowing himself some time alone, he opted for the latter.
“Oh, hi Ginny. I was just on my way to my room for a nap. I was working on something in the kitchen and it wasn’t coming together as I had hoped so I thought I would sleep it off for a bit.”
Nodding, Ginny said, “Oh, okay. Have you seen Ron or Hermione?”
Harry pointed down the stairs and she seemed to understand his implication. “Ah, still in the library. Alright. I’ll see you later, then.” She kissed his cheek and walked downstairs while Harry made his way to the closest bed he could find.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Ginny almost ran into her best friend.
“Whoa, hi Hermione,” she said as they avoided collision. The brunette girl laughed in embarrassment and Ginny soon saw why her friend was distracted.
Ron had Hermione’s hand in his and he seemed to be in absolute bliss. Ginny smiled at her brother. “What are you two up to?”
Hermione pointed to the book on the table. “Harry’s scrapbook. It doesn’t look like he has gotten far. I just suggested to Ronald that we should help him get started.”
Ginny suddenly grabbed her coat. I’ll be right back.” She walked to the fireplace and called out, “Diagon Alley!” disappearing behind the green flames.
Ron grabbed a sheet of parchment and drew a small picture, placing it on the scrapbook page. Hermione laughed when she saw what he drew. “You’re father’s flying car! That’s the spirit Ron.”
They spent the next half hour adhering photos or small trinkets to the pages and soon saw Ginny reappear with a satisfied smile.
“What did you do, Ginny?” Ron looked concerned. He knew she had a mischevious streak like the twins.
As if they were summoned, Fred and George arrived. “We have something to add to the book,” George said with an excited tone.
It took about an hour to finish the scrapbook and Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sitting at the table when Harry came to the kitchen for a drink.
“What’s going on?” He looked nervous as Ginny handed him his scrapbook.
“Ugh, thanks for reminding me why I left in the first place.”
His girlfriend prodded him to open it and he smiled at the first page. A picture of them take the day before. He tried to comment but was interrupted by an enchanted firework show coming from the book.
“Thanks guys,” he smiled.