Return To The Burrow

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It was a warm summers day, and everyone was watching the clouds from the porch. It was three weeks after Ron and Hermione promised to stay with Harry all summer, and they were at the Burrow, it was approaching noon. The sun was high in the sky, and Crookshanks wasChasing lawn gnomes a crossed the garden with glee.

" So when are we off Harry, and were are we going." Ron asked suddenly.

"Well, I've been thinking about that very question since the end of term, I don't know. Maybe we should start at the Dursley's house so I can get some stuff from my room." Harry answered. " I have a few things that are personal to me hidden in the floor boards. Plus, that is were Dumbledore wanted me to go for some reason. He said, "They are my last living family". So my mothers love protects me." Harry was thinking back to the night Harry stood in Dumbledore's office, throwing his possessions everywhere. HE stood so still. Harry has been having a lot of memories pop into his head lately, after Dumbledore's death. " Then I don't know were."

They were all stuffed to the gill with Mrs. Weasley's usual breakfast. Mrs. Weasley was in the garden picking weeds with Mr. Weasley and Fred, George and Ginny were playing Quidditch farther along in the yard.

"How are things between you and Ginny" Hermione asked. She was sitting on the porch swing with a book in her hands. The title read SO, YOU THINK YOU CAN ATTEMPT ADVANCED SPELLS. Her eyes were moving so fast it was almost un-humanly. She asked it without even looking at Harry, as though she thought he would start yelling like he has done so often lately. Harry looked at Ron, who was picking at a scar he got during his fight at Hogwarts the previous month as if pretending not to listen, and then he looked at Ginny. Her hair moved so freely. How beautiful she looked in her Quidditch uniform.

"I still have feelings for her, but I can't get to close to anyone. I mean look what has happened to everyone I let in, Dumbledore, Sirius, anyone I call family gets killed, and I can't or won't let that happen to Ginny. I care about her, and the time we spent together I will remember forever. But if she got hurt, I'd never be able to forgive myself."

"Well I think you are just being stupid. If she wants to be with you, it's her choice. When I was with

Vicktor..."

" Oh here we go again. Are you still writing to that guy?" Ronsaidwith a testy voice. He still hasn't told Hermione how he feels about her. Actually, the only person Harry thinks Ron told was him.

" Well you were the one who was all over him at the Quidditch world cup " Hermione said in a mocking voice " Vicktor this, and Vicktor that. You're just jealous because you didn't ask me to the Yule ball."

" So you are going to bring stuff up from that far back, Why don't you throw..."

Harry didn't here the rest of the fight. He was walking up to his room " They are always at it" Harry thought to himself. " When are they going to give it a rest? He was walking up the stairs, he opened the door and he stopped dead in his tracks. His room was destroyed, there were pictures off the walls, or missing glass, his trunk lay sideways with all of its contents all over the floor. Harry's hand flew to his wand immediately. He raised it ready for anything. There were holes in his bed were it looked like a sword was stabbed threw. He wishes he could yell, but he didn't want to give this trespasser, whoever it was, his position. If only Ron and Hermione would have seen him leave. He looked at the closet. He could have sworn the door was open when he left. " Visiandius" He whispered. The closet door became visible, like a one-way mirror. Nothing... Maybe it was Fred and George's usual tricks, but no. Somthing's different

" Nice try Potty, you have always been easily tricked. Now turn around nice and slow and drop your wand."