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Author's Notes: This fic is just a fun little story I've been dying to write, I'm pretty sure it'll get finished, but it's not going to have a ton of plot/action adventure or anything. Mostly fluff, I'm thinking. Mostly Harry/Ginny with some Ron/Hermione thrown in, of course. (o; I'm also looking for a beta reader, someone who's good at finding the little mistakes and can get it back to me fairly quickly. E-mail me at hkampfmac.com. (EDIT: Beta reader found) The more reviews I get, the faster I update.

Hiya Harry,

Guess what? We're going on vacation! The five of us are leaving as soon as you and Hermione get here. I'm not allowed to tell exactly when or where in case this gets intercepted, but it should be sometime soon. Well, I've got to go pack, but I'll be seeing you soon, I expect.

Ron

P.S. Mum just yelled for me to make sure you pack sunscreen.

Harry folded the letter in half and lay it under his loose floorboard, mind reeling. This was the last thing he had been expecting after his fifth year. He'd thought that they would be spending the rest of the summer at Grimwauld Place, or the Burrow if he was lucky, but on vacation? The last time he'd been on vacation was when the Dursleys had been forced to take him along to Disneyworld in the United States, which had hardly qualified as fun; while Dudley was riding on roller coasters and swimming in water parks, Harry had spent a miserable trip which alternated between watching Dudley from the ground and spending sweltering hours locked in the bathroom at the hotel. He had to admit, a vacation with the Weasleys sounded a heck of a lot better, but it just didn't make sense to be leaving the country when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were needed by the Order more than ever. And why only five of them? Pondering the letter thoughtfully, Harry finally slid into a sleep of restless dreams and unanswered questions.

The next few days crawled by, and Harry's restless anticipation only made it seem longer. After the last 'conversation' with the Members of the Order, the Dursleys had once again took up the practice of ignoring him, unless speaking was completely unavoidable.
When this happened they would look the opposite direction of Harry while they spoke to the wall in forcefully polite, clipped tones.

"I'm leaving to go to the Weasley's." Harry announced at breakfast in a raspy voice; he hadn't talked to anyone but Hedwig since school ended.

Uncle Vernon chewed his toast for as long as he could manage before grunting something inaudible.

"Sorry, didn't catch that," Harry said loudly.

"Will you be needing a ride anywhere?" he forced out, which must have taken every ounce of effort he possessed.

"No, they're picking me up."

The thought of them coming back into the house after what had happened before had a worse effect than the thought of giving Harry a ride. Aunt Petunia paled a few shades while Uncle Vernon did exactly the opposite, coming to a rest at a deep magenta.

"That's fine," he finally choked, his forehead creasing as he forced the words out.

Harry knew that the Weasleys would probably not attempt Floo Powder after the last time, but he wasn't about to tell them that. Smiling for the first time in a long while, he started to head back to his room, but was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. Or rather, rings of the doorbell. That was enough for Harry.

"I'll get it," he called, turning around and dashing to the sound. He opened it, and nearly knocked over a tall, red-haired figure, who was ringing the doorbell repeatedly.

"Once would have been plenty," Harry grinned, clapping Ron on the back as he helped him up.

"Well, you never know with Muggle things. How are you?"

Harry's eyes lost a tiny bit of their light as he considered the question. "I'm alright, I guess. You want to come in?" He motioned inside, and abruptly noticed who else was standing there. "Oh, hi Ginny, how are you?"

"I'm pretty good."

An awkward silence followed for a second as the events at the Department of Mysteries came back to him, and all of the sudden he noticed the slight limp in Ginny's step and deep scars in Ron's arms. He had almost forgotten what he'd done to them, and suddenly what he had been waiting for all summer seemed tense and wrong, and a part of him wished the doorbell had never rung. Turning around, he motioned for them to follow as he stepped back inside, trying to mask his emotions.

"How'd you get here?" he finally said, to fill up the blank space.

"We flood to Mrs. Figg's house, since that was the only way Mum would let us get you without the whole Order coming with," Ginny said after they'd walked past the kitchen and the Dursley's suspicious eyes.

Harry nodded before asking, "So, could you fill me in on this trip?"

Ron seemed to brighten as he started to talk. "Well, Mum and Dad are all concerned about our safety now that the Death Eaters are getting so active, so Mum decided to take us out of the country for a while until school starts. Dad can't go, but it'll probably be awhile before he can leave anywhere, so they figured it was better to do it this way. I feel kinda bad though, they've been saving for ages to go to Costa Rica, and now he has to stay here and work."

Harry nodded again as he grabbed his bag. "Costa Rica? When are we leaving?

"Tomorrow, as soon as Hermione comes. She's coming to the Burrow tonight. She's flooing over from her house, do you think that's okay? Maybe someone should pick her up, she might not be used to flooing alone. I think one of us should check on her, what do you think?" Ron continued on a long rant about Hermione's safety as Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Try actually listening to this. Then try listening to this all summer. Oh, the torture." Ginny whispered dramatically with a bright smile. He hadn't really taking the time to look before, but she really did have a great smile. She's a very pretty girl" an annoying little voice at the back of his mind squeaked. ÔShe's also your very best friend's sister. Make that your very best friend's sister with a boyfriend,' Harry argued with the voice to himself. ÔSo?' ÔSo? Don't you have a conscience?' Harry tried to think louder, but it didn't work. Apparently his brain didn't have a volume switch.ÔI am your conscience, you idiot. Have a problem with that?' Harry rolled his eyes and pretended to ignore the voice. Suddenly having a conscience was one thing. Having a conscience that talked in a loud squeaky voice, disagreed with you, and tried to persuade you to do the opposite of right was just plain weird.

"Ready to go?" Ron asked, hoisting part of Harry's luggage over his shoulder.

"Yep," Harry answered. If nothing else, this would certainly be an interesting summer.

A/N II: I updated this and did html to make the conscience in italics, kay? I know you're probably going to read this and think I have horrible grammar (mostly end punctuation) but when I do html it pulls out some of my letters and symbols, especially quotes. I try my best to fix them with the quick edit, but some of the mistakes won't go away. Sorry about that. (o: