A/N Hello everybody! Welcome to the story of PotterandWeasley, also known as GinnyPotter and Netherlandsforever. This is a new, improved version of a story, and we hope you'll like it! It takes place in the summer and the year of seventh year. Major G/H and some R/Hr thrown in for good measure. We hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Sadly, neither of us owns these characters. If we did, we wouldn't have written this story, so we guess you're glad that we don't!

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Late in the afternoon, in a hand-me-down bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive, a seventeen-year-old boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes sat on his floor, quickly stuffing random articles into a trunk. Downstairs, his aunt and uncle were fussing over his large cousin Dudley. He could hear his cousin's demanding voice, his uncle's loud one, and his aunt's worried one. Harry slammed his trunk shut and stood up, rolling his eyes in the process. Hopefully this night was the last night he would have to listen to their voices. Hopefully tonight was the last night where he would sleep in, no, look at this house for the rest of his life.

Harry picked up the piece of parchment lying on his dresser and read it one more time. It was from his best friend Ron, inviting him to come stay at his house for the rest of the summer. It read, in a messy scrawl;

Dear Harry,

Mum said you could come to the Burrow, come tomorrow! I attached some Floo Powder so you can Floo here; Mum and Dad are really busy and can't come pick you up. Why I can't come, I have no idea, but they kept on talking about second year. As if I don't remember myself! Anyways, I'm sure you'll be okay, just speak clearly! Send Hedwig with your reply, she's faster then Pig. Hermione's coming for the summer as well! Her mum and dad are going to Greece for a big dentists' thing and she can't go so she's staying with us. Hope you can come!

Ron

Harry had quickly scribbled a reply as soon as he had gotten that letter.

Ron-

'Course I'm coming! The Dursleys just don't know it yet. Glad Hermione's coming too! See you tomorrow!

Harry

Harry had a hard time falling asleep that night. Knowing that after tomorrow he wouldn't ever have to see the Dursleys again didn't help calm him down. He began to think about September while he grinned maniacally at the ceiling.

This September he would be starting his seventh and final year at his boarding school, Hogwarts, a school for witches and wizards. His years at Hogwarts had been the best in his life, and he couldn't wait to get back. After this year, he would become part of the Wizarding world and forget about his relatives completely.

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Harry awoke the next morning and went downstairs. Aunt Petunia was cutting up bananas and Uncle Vernon was reading the morning paper. Dudley obviously wasn't up yet. Harry, trying not to draw attraction to himself, dragged his trunk and school belongings into the living room. He pulled out the boards blocking the fireplace and put his stuff in. He climbed in himself and was about to shout "The Burrow!" when Uncle Vernon walked into the room.

"Boy!" he yelled, purple with rage, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? What with the curtains open, the whole world could see your odd doings! And then what would the neighbours think?"

" I'm leaving!" Harry yelled at his angry uncle. Uncle Vernon made a move for the fireplace, but it was too late; Harry had already yelled "The Burrow!" and was gone.

Harry, covered in soot, arrived at the Burrow a few minutes later. With a crash, he and all of belongings fell out of the fireplace. Next thing he knew, all NINE of the Weasleys and Hermione came rushing into the room, inquiring about the crash.

" Oh! Harry, dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked, bending over like a mother hen.

" Yes, fine, thank you," Harry replied, getting up from the floor.

"We were just having breakfast, Harry. Would you like some?" Ginny asked, drawing his attention to her. Her in blue jean shorts and a Chudley Cannons T-shirt that clashed so terribly with her hair that it was actually cute. She smiled and Harry was strongly reminded of last year's Quidditch memories, when Ginny had played Chaser, and Ron had been the Keeper. The three of them, along with Hermione, had become very good friends, and The Trio had become The Fab Four. At least, this is what Snape sarcastically called them during Potions class. Hermione coughed slightly and Harry jerked. She smiled at him in that way she had when she knew something you didn't. Harry realised he had been staring at Ginny and blushed.

"Ron, why don't you and Harry take his things upstairs and we can get breakfast ready," Hermione said pointedly. Ron rolled his eyes and muttered something about "second mothers", but picked up the handle anyways.

When Harry and Ron came back down to the kitchen, the rest of the Weasleys plus Hermione were already sitting at the table. Harry and Ron took their places and Harry was finally, for the first time this summer, able to eat something other than "rabbit food". He smiled happily and then began buttering his toast.

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Ha! How many of you have finished a chapter with the word toast? Not many of you, I'm sure. Well! Hope you enjoyed!