Disclaimer - I do not own the wonderful land of Harry Potter, or any of the characters. I received an angry letter from my church stating that the marriage doesn't count unless the groom is a real person. What's the world coming to?
Harry smiled as he fell out of the Weasley's fire. Home at last, As he stood up, brushed himself off, and straightened his glasses he looked around the small, but cozy living room.
Fred and George were in a corner laughing as occasional explosions emitted from the small cauldron between them. Ginny Weasley was watching them from a distance. Ron was playing wizard's chess with Bill. Hermione was in one of the over-stuffed armchairs reading up on Muggle Studies. What else would she be doing? Harry thought, rolling his eyes. Mr. Weasley stumbled out after Harry. He said hello to everyone then went into the kitchen to see his wife. A moment later he emerged, said goodbye, and apparated. Harry looked quizzically at Ron, but Hermione simply said, "The Order." She had a way of explaining everything before he had questioned it.
Harry shook off the thought and challenged the winner of the chess match. Fred looked up. "Oh, Harry!" George finished his thought for him, "When did you get here?" Charlie's head appeared around the kitchen wall that separated the two rooms. "Harry! Up for a game of Quidditch?"
Harry nodded and grabbed his broom. Ron and Bill left their game, running out of the house after Harry. A couple of seconds later Ginny saw the twins whiz by her. Hermione looked up from her book. "What was that?" Ginny sighed. "Quidditch." They exchanged glances that said it all and headed into the kitchen to help Mrs. Weasley with dinner.
Thirty minutes later Mrs. Weasley was yelling at the Bill and Charlie to set the tables down before someone got hurt. Hermione and Ginny, who had cooked almost everything, talked (or threatened) the boys into carrying the food to the tables. During dinner, the usual talk of Quidditch came about, as it always did around Ron or any of his siblings. Harry attempted to join in, but his mind kept going back to that day... He shook his head. Sirius is a free man now, Harry had been telling himself that over and over for the past couple of nights. But after the 300th time, he wasn't sure whether he believed that or not. Hermione and Ginny were discussing who would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year when Hermione noticed Harry was deep in thought.
Hermione stared at Harry for a minute before she could understand what he was chanting under his breath. She leaned towards him a bit, so only he could here, and said, " He must be Harry, he's just keeping your old man company." Hermione offered her friendliest smile. Harry appreciated her kindness, but she could never know the pain he felt. He gave her one of his famous grins and tried to eat. "Good food Hermione." He complimented with his mouth full.
Hermione shook her head in disgust. "What do you think Harry?" Ron asked, realizing how quiet Harry was being. "About what?" Bill shook his head. "The game?" Harry just shrugged. "It's was alright." That seemed like a good enough answer for now he though. But I better pay attention.
After dinner Mrs. Weasley announced that the garden needed a de-gnoming. Harry groaned along with Ron, but he still thought that de-gnoming was very fun. Hermione watched as the boys held a contest to see who flung the gnomes the farthest. Crookshanks went wild chasing a particularly fat gnome around the tables. Ginny giggled all the while, finally getting up to follow the crazy cat. Hermione was glad to see that Harry had found something that took his mind off last year. She had a strange though that maybe Mrs. Weasley had done this one purpose. Although it wasn't that strange, for she thought of Harry as her own son anyway.
Harry smiled as he fell out of the Weasley's fire. Home at last, As he stood up, brushed himself off, and straightened his glasses he looked around the small, but cozy living room.
Fred and George were in a corner laughing as occasional explosions emitted from the small cauldron between them. Ginny Weasley was watching them from a distance. Ron was playing wizard's chess with Bill. Hermione was in one of the over-stuffed armchairs reading up on Muggle Studies. What else would she be doing? Harry thought, rolling his eyes. Mr. Weasley stumbled out after Harry. He said hello to everyone then went into the kitchen to see his wife. A moment later he emerged, said goodbye, and apparated. Harry looked quizzically at Ron, but Hermione simply said, "The Order." She had a way of explaining everything before he had questioned it.
Harry shook off the thought and challenged the winner of the chess match. Fred looked up. "Oh, Harry!" George finished his thought for him, "When did you get here?" Charlie's head appeared around the kitchen wall that separated the two rooms. "Harry! Up for a game of Quidditch?"
Harry nodded and grabbed his broom. Ron and Bill left their game, running out of the house after Harry. A couple of seconds later Ginny saw the twins whiz by her. Hermione looked up from her book. "What was that?" Ginny sighed. "Quidditch." They exchanged glances that said it all and headed into the kitchen to help Mrs. Weasley with dinner.
Thirty minutes later Mrs. Weasley was yelling at the Bill and Charlie to set the tables down before someone got hurt. Hermione and Ginny, who had cooked almost everything, talked (or threatened) the boys into carrying the food to the tables. During dinner, the usual talk of Quidditch came about, as it always did around Ron or any of his siblings. Harry attempted to join in, but his mind kept going back to that day... He shook his head. Sirius is a free man now, Harry had been telling himself that over and over for the past couple of nights. But after the 300th time, he wasn't sure whether he believed that or not. Hermione and Ginny were discussing who would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year when Hermione noticed Harry was deep in thought.
Hermione stared at Harry for a minute before she could understand what he was chanting under his breath. She leaned towards him a bit, so only he could here, and said, " He must be Harry, he's just keeping your old man company." Hermione offered her friendliest smile. Harry appreciated her kindness, but she could never know the pain he felt. He gave her one of his famous grins and tried to eat. "Good food Hermione." He complimented with his mouth full.
Hermione shook her head in disgust. "What do you think Harry?" Ron asked, realizing how quiet Harry was being. "About what?" Bill shook his head. "The game?" Harry just shrugged. "It's was alright." That seemed like a good enough answer for now he though. But I better pay attention.
After dinner Mrs. Weasley announced that the garden needed a de-gnoming. Harry groaned along with Ron, but he still thought that de-gnoming was very fun. Hermione watched as the boys held a contest to see who flung the gnomes the farthest. Crookshanks went wild chasing a particularly fat gnome around the tables. Ginny giggled all the while, finally getting up to follow the crazy cat. Hermione was glad to see that Harry had found something that took his mind off last year. She had a strange though that maybe Mrs. Weasley had done this one purpose. Although it wasn't that strange, for she thought of Harry as her own son anyway.