Chapter 1-
The Return of the Weasleys
Rose had what she would summarize as a very good summer- in fact it was one of the best summers she'd experienced in recent memory.
Despite not being able to be with George, Rose and Harry spent a lot of the summer reconnecting. They went on a lot of walks and were able to do some more normal things like playing soccer- which Rose wasn't half bad at.
This summer was the summer where the Dursleys had been the least problematic as well. She felt that Petunia was getting more fearful and weary of Rose and Harry and just left them to themselves. Now, of course, they were still very passive aggressive to the Potters and Dudley was still- well , a Dud- but Rose for some reason felt the Dursleys were manageable and she enjoyed the berth of space they were giving to her and Harry.
Currently, Harry and Rose were walking home from the movie theater- they had just finished watching some action movie that Harry had wanted to see. As they were leaving the theater Rose felt a flutter of wind brush up against her. She shivered and pulled her jacket a little tighter around her.
"Come on, Harry," She said, " Let's get going."
Harry's expression had turned pale and washed out. He seemed to be looking at something in the distance. Rose moved closer to Harry- he seemed to mesmerized by the appearance of a black dog. Rose sighed.
"It's not Sirius," She whispered.
Harry shook his head as if to snap himself out of the mesmerization. He shook himself.
"Yeah…" He said while still looking in the direction of the dog, "I know."
Harry and Rose continued to walk down Pearl Street which was about two streets over from Privet Drive.
"Look," Rose said gently, "Harry if you've been missing Sirius why don't you just write to him?"
Harry shook his head. "I have been writing- we have been writing."
Rose's eyes widened as Harry revealed this information to her- she didn't know that Harry and Sirius had been continuously writing. Her stomach turned over in slight jealousy; Sirius had written to her too, but it was no secret in the wizarding world that Harry and Serious had a much closer bond.
"Harry," Rose whispered so that the young Muggle couple walking by them wouldn't hear "Please, do be careful."
Harry rolled his eyes and turned to face Rose. "See, this is why I didn't want to tell you I was talking so much with Sirius, I knew you'd be jealous!"
Rose sighed and lifted her hands in exasperation- how did the night end up like this? She thought to herself.
"You know Sirius means the world to me too," She said, "I just- if Voldemort is tracking anything- Harry, you know it could be dangerous."
Harry hung his head as if signaling he understood what Rose was saying. He sighed and sat down on the steps of some random flat on Pearl Street. This same Pearl Street looked like an exact replica of Privet Drive with it's brick homes and black fences. Rose bit her lip and looked down at her feet. She joined Harry on the steps. They both spent about a minute gazing at the passerby- just observing the scenarios taking place on the street. There was a woman with raven black hair putting a baby into a stroller, two boys who were probably brothers were chasing each other around in the park while they were still wearing their school uniforms. Rose noticed the clouds had become a slight shade darker and appeared to be forming into stark rain clouds. Rose put her hand lightly on Harry's back.
"I just want to be able to talk to the people I love, the people I'm close to, for once with no fear," Harry said quietly.
Rose looked down again. Her heart hurt for Harry.
"I know," Rose replied, "One day when this whole mess is over, you'll be able to. We'll be able to."
Just then Rose felt the first speck of rain fall on her nose. Rose continued sitting on the steps unsure of what to do next. Finally, Harry stood up and said " Race you back home."
Rose grinned and stood up. Together, they raced each other the long way home that cut through the forest and pasture and what little of a woods area that London had to offer. Rose couldn't help but feel so alive as she ran through the woods with her brother. This by far had been one of her favorite summers, it felt so good to just be without spells and magic and feel a little normal again. She had to admit, she thought she fit in far better in the Muggle world- it was more her element.
Finally they slowed down as they reached number 4 Privet Drive. Dudley was standing on the doorstep, glaring at them from afar. Rose and Harry both looked at each other- they were soaking wet from the pouring rain.
"What do you reckon this is about?" Harry muttered under his breath referring to Dudley.
Rose approached Dudley first and as she did she saw that he was clutching two letters and attempting to hide them under his arm.
"Who are those letters from?" Rose sneered.
She honestly could not understand why the Dursleys had such an obsession with attempting to hide all letters from the Wizarding World from her and Harry- like, honestly, when would they learn they would eventually get to read the letters?
She saw the writing on one side of the letters after Dudley had flashed it. It was from George.
"Those are my letters!" Rose exclaimed and grabbed them from Dudley. Dudley opened the door and started screaming:
" THE POTTERS GOT A HOLD OF THE LETTERS!"
Instantly Petunia rushed to the door and took hold of Rose's wrist dragging her into the house. Dudley shoved Harry inside.
Still soaking and drenched in water, Rose tried to hold the letters away from Petunia.
"THESE LETTERS BELONG TO ME AND HARRY!" Rose shrieked.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU TALK TO THAT BLOODY WIZARD BOYFRIEND OF YOURS!" Petunia shrieked right back.
Dudley covered his ears, and Vernon began running down the stairs. Harry, trying to defend Rose, had climbed unto the couch and attempted to find an in or some type of way he could keep the letters away from Petunia.
"EVERYONE WILL STOP!" Vernon thundered. Petunia and Rose immediately stopped fighting over the letters and looked at Vernon while breathing heavily.
"Explain to me," Vernon said slowly, "Why you and your pesky brother are soaking wet?"
Vernon looked back and forth between Rose and Harry for an explanation.
Rose blinked.
"Well," Harry began to interject, "We just had to run home because of the rain and then Dudly took the letters, and, and…"
Vernon raised his hand to suggest he had heard enough of this seemingly rubbish excuse.
He walked over to Rose and snatched the letters from her hand.
"Might as well go dry off," Vernon muttered carelessly, "You won't be reading these anytime soon."
Rose glared at Vernon as he took the letters from George.
"Hey!" Harry said, "Give those back!"
Just then the Dursley's fire place began to spark- spark little flames. Petunia turned to the fireplace and began to whimper in fear as if she knew something magical was about to happen. Rose stood up and ran to stand by Harry. Suddenly, the flames turned green and Vernon dropped the letters in shock.
Rose took her protective stance in front of Harry. Suddenly, the outline of black cloaks and red hair carved itself out in the flaming fireplace.
Rose felt her heart flutter- it couldn't be….
At last the images of the Weasleys- Ron, George, Fred, Molly , and Arthur Weasley had fully formed and they stepped into the living room.
"George!" Rose said and raced into his arms. She couldn't believe that George Weasley was standing in her living room at Privet Drive. His warmth was definitely helping help Rose get over the cold of being wet… oh right…
Rose immediately detached herself from George once she realized she was wet. She gave Fred a small hug to avoid drenching him as well.
"Hey, there," George laughed lightly and looked down at his arms that were now wet too.
"Sorry," Rose grimaced and apologized. She found a nearby towel and began drying George up.
Harry had already made his way over to Ron.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Inviting you all to the Quidditch World Cup of course!" Ron exclaimed.
"The what- what?" Harry asked.
"Yes, well, perhaps you would've been more informed had these two," Arthur had inserted himself to the conversation, "Allowed you to read the letter we sent."
Molly beamed at Rose and beckoned for Rose to come give her a hug, Rose smiled awkwardly and went quietly around the couch to make her way over to Molly Weasley.
"How good to see you dear," Molly whispered and gave her a big hug, "My your wet!"
Rose shrugged, "Yeah…"
She was starting to regret her and Harry's decision to run in the rain.
"Well," Vernon said sternly and came face to face with Arthur Weasley, "We don't let these two read anything from your world. We can't let them be influenced by your nonsense."
Arthur straightened his back and crossed his arms. "Is that so….?"
A tension had filled the room. Molly took hold of Rose's hand.
Just then Dudley let out a cry. Everyone turned their heads to look at the corner of the room. Rose gasped. Dudley's tongue had engorged itself- and was so large and swollen it hardly fit into his mouth. Dudley, panicking, had begun to run around the living room in distress. Petunia let out a scream and followed Dudley close behind as he ran around the room.
Rose continued to stare in awe, while Harry and Ron were erupting with laughter and then she looked over at Fred and George. Fred winked at her. Of course. Rose rolled her eyes.
"Now," Arthur continued, "We'd like you to reconsider our offer to take these two to the Quidditch World Cup, it's a great opportunity for them to show support for different teams and support the admirable sport of ours that is Quidditch, but of course, the Ministry of Magic says I need your permission, so…"
Clearly in a state of distress Vernon lifted up his hands, and said "Alright, I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about but get them out of here!"
He pointed to Harry and Rose.
"Alright," Arthur said calmly, "If you say so."
Molly's grip tightened on Rose's arm. There was a flash and Harry and Rose found themselves standing at the foot of The Burrough- the Weasley's home.
