The Weasleys gathered around Kingsley. Mr. Weasley made him sit up straight, while Mrs. Weasley hurried to the kitchen to get him some food and water.
Kingsley sat there, looking miserable. He looked like the child who'd lost his favorite toy. Before he could eat or drink anything, the Weasley's started piling him with questions.
"What happened?"
"How'd you get here?"
"We thought you were gone!"
"Now, now everyone! Let him breathe!," said Mr. Weasley, infuriated.
Mr. Weasley, himself had a lot of questions but he knew it wasn't the right time. He knew they had to be patient as the state of Kingsley wasn't an ordinary one. He was very tired and bruised.
"He- He has Harry Potter," he said.
"What?"
"T-The Dark Lord. The Dark Lord.," he was trembling and had a frightened look on his face.
"The Dark Lord? Harry Potter? Molly bring some water!" Mr. Weasley was just as confused as everyone else but tried not to push Kingsley.
--- A Few Days Later ---
Even after Kingsley had a few days of rest, good enough food and his wounds healed, he still repeated the same thing as he did that day, 'He has Harry Potter'. He was repeating the same thing over and over and Hermione was just sick of it as always. She refused to let him explain and left the conversation whenever Harry's name would be mentioned. She just wanted everyone to stop talking about it when he's obviously dead.
"You know, you don't have to be so stuck up all the time."
Hermione was surprised to find Ginny standing next to her. Sipping her tea as she stared into the horizon, watching the sun set. The weather had turned colder and the trees were slowly changing into a burnt-orange colour. Some of them were a fresh yellow, while others were still green. The sky had a gradient colour with pink, orange and yellow in it and the sun was slowly moving down. Hermione saw that the pigs were enjoying the pleasant weather down below. As a gush of wind blowed and the multi-coloured autumn leaves flew with it.
"What do you mean 'stuck up'?" Hermione asked.
"I mean that you're too quick to judge. Maybe Kingsley's not really just out of his mind. Maybe he really did see Harry... Maybe he really is alive."
"Ginny I'm not really in the mood to talk about this right now."
"You never are!" Ginny was at the verge of shouting but she paused and took a deep breath, "Listen, Hermione. Kingsley's in his room right now and I think it's best if we go to have a chat."
"And why is that so necessary?"
"I think you need to have a nice, long, detailed talk on what he claims to have seen," Ginny said.
She really wanted Hermione to listen just once. Ginny, herself believed that whatever Kingsley said had a meaning to it. And maybe Harry really was alive. She thought it was important for Hermione and Ron to have a talk with him.
"Listen, Kingsley is a serious man. He was deputy minister before You-Know-Who took over. I don't think he's mad and suggest you go have a talk with him. I believe whatever he is saying must be right. Just have some patience, please Hermione, just once!"
Ginny left Hermione to think. For the first time, she actually thought the suggestion might be okay. Maybe a few pieces of the puzzle might be found.