A/N: Regrettably I did not write the Harry Potter series, and thus am not making a profit.
Unexpected Guests
Harry Potter knew the summer was going to be hell the moment he stepped onto the thresh hold of Dursley's spotless house. The instant Harry shut the front door, Vernon rounded on his strange nephew. "Take your bloody bird upstairs, and do not come down." said his Uncle Vernon, obviously trying his best to contain himself. Then he grabbed the handle to his trunk, and dragged it into the cupboard and locked it. Harry winced; he knew he wouldn't be able to get any of his school work done. That cupboard was all to familiar to him, he spent almost 10 years sleeping in it. Furious at his uncle he grabbed Hegwig's cage and stormed up to his room, his owl hooting indignantly the entire way. He gently put her cage down and apologized before plopping down on his bed. He listened carefully for footsteps, and after a minute had a fleeting hope that they would not lock his door, but that hope was quickly dashed when he heard a series of bolts banging, and chains rattling on the other side of the door.
Almost an hour went by when he heard the door bell ring. Normally if he was out of his room, he would be the one to answer it, but under the circumstances was unable to do so. He could hear somebody…or rather some people thundering up the stairs, it sounded like two people. Then he heard the dead bolts and chains being released. Harry rolled over and sat up. He could hear voices on the side of the door, one he could tell was his angry uncle. The other…Albus Dumbledore. Harry stood surprised to hear Dumbledore in Surrey. He approached the door to see if he could eaves drop on what they were talking about, but before he could take a single step his door was flung open. There stood Dumbledore, and his purple faced uncle. Neither looked happy, Dumbledore looked upset and worried more than anything. Dumbledore was the first to speak "Harry, I need you to look after somebody for a while, and I need to speak with the Dursley's for a minute, then I will come back to explain." Ending on that note, he stepped aside and Harry saw a pretty red-head sprint into the room and gave him a huge hug. Vernon shut the door, and preceded downstairs following on Dumbledore's heels. Harry looked down at his best friend's younger sister Ginny. He returned the hug, but suddenly felt something wet around his chest, then he noticed the tears.
"Ginny, what's wrong? Here...sit down" as he led her to his bed. Sobbing, Ginny muttered incomprehensibly "gone, it is gone...the...destroyed". Utterly confused Harry pushed her and tried to get more out of her. He grabbed her hand to try to comfort her, but that did not succeed. Ginny still crying and sobbing rolled into a ball, and laid down on Harry's bed, still muttering without making any sense. After five minutes and not getting anything out of her, Harry decided to wait until Dumbledore returned, but did not leave the bed, or her side. Harry acted on impulse and sat himself at the head of the bed where he could lean on the wall, and pulled the sobbing Ginny into his lap where she grabbed at his shirt and tucked her knees to her, sobbing into his chest as he wrapped comforting arms around her and rubbed her back and attempted to sooth her. Harry just sat there looking down at an angel crying in his lap, and he heard a quiet squeak. He looked up and saw a grim Dumbledore walk in. Harry looked down, and saw Ginny's eyes closed, he didn't know if she was asleep or not, but whispered just in case. "What happened?"
Albus hesitated a moment before answering, "When Arthur and Molly Weasley were picking up Ron and Ginny, their house was attacked by Death Eaters. The Burrow is gone, there is nothing left of it. Arthur and Molly are going to find a different place, but Ginny and Ron need a place to stay, and I want them to be safe, so Ron went to the Grangers with Hermione, I know they will take care of him and welcome him. As for Ginny, I don't know if the Weasleys were targeted, but I thought it would be smart to separate them. I know you have feelings for her, as she does for you, so I felt this was the safest place. On top of that the blood wards surrounding the house will keep her safe too. I have asked the Ministry to grant you permission to use magic before you become of age to help make sure Ginny is safe. I have a list and description of things I am not sure you know how to do. I will not give it to you until Faukes returns with the papers. He should…" A bright flash and Dumbledore's Phoenix Faukes appeared in the room with a roll of parchment in his beak. Albus reached out and took the scroll from Faukes who promptly disappeared in another flash. Dumbledore read the message and then continued.
"It seems that they think it is a good idea to grant you permission to use magic, so, here is the list as I promised. Now, I imagine that you do not want to be stuck in this small room without a bathroom so…" Upon hearing this Harry gave his Headmaster a quizzical look, he started to ask him a question but Dumbledore cut Harry off and answered his question "The only way I could convince the Dursley's to let Ginny stay was to allow them to lock you in your room until…further notice. Either when I come to bring Ginny back to her parents, or when school starts. If it is the latter, then your books will be purchased for you, and will be waiting for you at Hogwarts. Now if you will excuse me, I need to modify your room." Harry glanced down at Ginny curled up on his bed, to see if she was still asleep. Her eyes were open, and he kneeled down next to her and sat her up. He didn't know what to do so, he kissed her quickly on the cheek. She smiled slightly. Harry turned around and asked that in the event that they would not be able to pick up their books, that Ginny's books be bought and the withdrawn from his own account. Harry's jaws dropped.
His room was no longer tiny. He stood up, and marveled at the change. Dumbledore stopped muttering the various charms and spells and looked at Ginny, then at Harry. Pondering his decision he came to his conclusion: The Weasleys would be angry if he was not going to make another bedroom for Ginny. She is after all fifteen, and Harry was sixteen, who knows what their hormones will get them into. He looked around the room, and the only corner of the room that didn't have something in it. He created a small cubby, and added a nice comfy bed, complete with a door.
"Very well, is that all? Harry this is how you conjure something. Focus on what you want, then move your want like this…and that item will appear. Be wary though. If you do food and forget about the plates, then the food will be a mess. When I was young I neglected to think about a glass for my orange juice. I must get going. Remember, anything that Ginny wants, get it for her. You can make chairs and other necessities. I only increased the size of your living quarters. Oh, and added necessary things, like the bathroom." He walked to the door, and looked back at Ginny, and said "Be careful Ginny, it will be okay." Then he turned to Harry, and wished him luck. He walked out of the room and shut the door with a swift click of the latch being engaged and Harry could hear his footsteps receding. Suddenly he heard a series of rapid thumps as Uncle Vernon rushed up the stairs to lock the door. Harry listened to the dead bolts and chains rattle sealing him into his room for the second time that day. But when he turned around and saw Ginny looking up at him, he thought 'This won't be so bad'.
He muttered a silence charm, so no sound could come in and no sound could go out. Then he approached Ginny.