This is a story that goes a little more in depth to the part in 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire', when Harry was staying with the Weasleys before going to the Quidditch World Cup.

Harry and Ron walked up the winding staircase to Ron's room, laughing about all the fun they'd had a Diagon Alley. They stepped into Ron's room and dumped all their goodies onto their beds. They continued to laugh and joke about all the crazy stuff that had been there.

"Hey," Harry said "Remember when George walked up to us and.."

"Yeah!" Ron said "and when we bumped into that lady and she said.."

"Yeah!" Harry said "and when.."

"Yeah!" Ron said and both he and Harry collapsed on their beds, laughing until tears came to their eyes.

Harry and Ron must have spent the next hour, at least, sitting there, laughing about everything that came to mind, and the reasons it was suddenly funny. They dug through their sweets and ate and laughed as the sun went down in the sky.

At some point, Harry looked around and realized that a certain bushy-haired person was missing.

"Hey," he said, sitting up "Where's Hermione?"

"I think she's downstairs, helping mum and Ginny with dinner. Which," he said, glancing at the clock, "we should be getting down to."

Harry and Ron went down to dinner, at which Ms. Weasley constantly fussed over how skinny was, and heaped second and third helpings of everything onto his plate, while down the table, Mr. Weasley and Percy talked about work at the ministry rather seriously, but Harry didn't pay that much attention to it. He was too busy having fun with Ron and Hermione.

That night, laying in bed in the darkness, Harry smiled at how much fun he had had that day. He finally felt like he had a real family. He almost didn't want to go back to Hogwarts, for he would have to leave.

Each day continued like that, everyone playing Quidditch in the nearby field, laughing and joking with Ron and Hermione about all sorts of things, having all sorts of fun and lunch and dinner. It was amazing, and Harry never wanted it to stop.

But all good things have to have an end.

The last night there, Ms. Weasley made a spectacular dinner and everyone ate and laughed late into the night. It was fantastic and Harry went to sleep with a smile on his face.