It was a frosty morning at the Burrow and Harry had just arrived at, what he thought of, his second home.

He smiled happily as he knocked on the wooden door whilst a thrill of excitement leapt through his veins. He couldn't wait to see Mr and Mrs Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione and especially Ginny.

Harry admitted his feelings for Ginny a few months back now, they continuously wrote letters to each other while Harry was staying at the Dursleys. His belly would fill up with butterflies every time he saw Hedwig swoop towards his bedroom window and drop the hand written letter in his finger tips. Despite Ginny writing long paragraphs of his and her future together, which Harry was thrilled about, he wanted to hear how Ron and Hermione were and if they admitted any certain feelings for each other. Harry knew Ron loved Hermione and Hermione loved Ron, they just had a funny and annoying way of showing it, arguing. However, Ginny mentioned no word of relationship between his two best friends, which Harry thought was a shame.

The wooden door finally opened and the smell of crispy bacon and fried eggs waffled up his nose as well as revealing a short plump woman with a kind face.

"Harry dear, how lovely to see you!" Mrs Weasley smiled and threw her arms around him, squeezing tightly around his slim frame.

"Nice to see you too, Mrs Weasley," choked Harry, casting a smile.

Fred and George rushed towards the door to view their mum hugging the dear life out of Harry whilst small flakes where falling from the sky. Fred rolled his eyes at George and they both decided to help their dear brother's friend out of their mother's grips.

"Mum, let the poor boy breath," moaned George as he pulled his mother away. "Sorry about her, Harry, she gets a little carried away."

Harry smiled and walked into the house, passing George as he pretended to restrain his mother making any movement towards him.

"Everyone is at the table having breakfast, you came at the right time really," Fred reported, leading Harry to the dinning room.

"Guess who the bugger was at the door, Ginny?" joked Fred, who rushed into the dinning room first and sitting himself at the scrubbed wooden table, returning to his plate.

Ginny didn't even have to guess as Harry walked, cracking a smile as Ginny replied red faced, "My boyfriend."

Ginny flew out of her seat, pecked Harry on the lips and grabbed his sweaty hand, leading him to a empty seat next to her.

Slightly embarrassed, Harry stared down at his cooked breakfast in front of him and began to start eating his delicious smelling meal avoiding the smiles and laughs.

Harry saw that Ron's two eldest brothers were joining the company of the Burrow's for a few months. Charlie looked roughly the same as the twins except a little shorter and heavier. Harry guessed you needed these appearances to work with dragons in Romania as his arms looked very muscled. Also, Charlie had a weather beaten face as bits of his smiling face were tanned and there was a tiny patch on his neck that had a shiny burn.

Whereas, Bill who sat next to Charlie was very tall and had long straight hair that was tied in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way of his eating. In addition a fang earring dangled from his right ear, which was interpreted into his style of clothes due to the 'heavy metal' shirts and dragon hide boots.

Harry was amazed that every brother had a different appearance and personality…well except Fred and George.

"She's been non stopping talking about you," muttered Percy, who sat next to Harry, reading the Daily Prophet with his horn-rimmed glasses on; hoping to present him with a great deal of importance. "I think I know you as well as Ginny does now."

Harry chuckled as he bit into his bacon and gazed round to view Ginny as he placed his hand on her knee. She giggled and covered his hand with hers under the table.

"Ronald, when are you coming out of the bathroom! I haven't even had a chance to have shower!"

Harry recognized that shout from anywhere, it belonged his smartest best friend. Her loud footsteps could be heard storming down the stairs and entered into the dining room, throwing herself in a chair nearby. Hermione had defiantly grown from the last time Harry saw her. Her light brown hair had grown longer and was controlled by the using the heat of a muggle straightener. Her body was starting to develop as well from the curvy shape that was formed from the material of her silky pink pyjamas.

"Hi Hermione," greeted Harry.

Hermione turned to view Harry's smiling face and she quickly forgotten her anger mood and beamed at him.

"Hi Harry, good to see you."

Mr Weasley took a stand from his seat at the head of the table; wearing his old golfing jumper and a very old pair of navy jeans that were held up by a thick leather belt that Charlie brought and said, "Hermione, I'm guessing you want to use the bathroom."

"Yes, please Mr Weasley. Ron has been in there for about half an hour now," replied Hermione, angrily.

"Oh my, I hope he hasn't stunk it out," joked Fred.

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter, but Mrs Weasley's didn't join as she was concerned over her youngest son's health. She followed her husband up the stairs to see why Ron was taking so long.

Ron was kneeling by the side of the toilet, closing his watery eyes, trying to control his breathing whilst shaking with sickness and fright. He glanced back at the toilet's contents while he started to turn a pale green and heaved into the toilet again.

Suddenly, Ron's ears turned red as he heard his mother's voice and his father's footsteps entering the corridor. He quickly flushed the toilet and splashed some cold water from the sink onto his sweaty face to wash away the evidence of his sickness.

His father began to knock on the bathroom door and called, "Ron, you in there son?"

Ron stared at his face in the mirror that hung in front of him.

"Bloody hell," He thought, checking out his appearance to see if he could pass as to being fine.

His ginger hair stuck to his face as he was producing so much sweat. Whereas his face was extremely pale, he could pass as a ghost. His whole weak body was started to shake uncontrollably and he was defiantly starting to slim down.

A few more knocks and his mother's voice was heard.

"Ronnie, is anything the matter? Are you having problems?"

Ron began to have another rush of sickness and couldn't hold it in no more and spilled his guts out in the toilet bowl again.

"Ron, when I count to five, I'm going to open this door, whether you're decent or not."

Ron's eyes widened as he quickly wiped his mouth.

"1"

Ron ran over to the sink..

"2"

Washed his sick filled hands and face…

"3"

Checked himself in the mirror again…

"4"

He found a lump of sickness at the side of his mouth and grabbed some toilet tissue, wiping it away.

"5"

With a flick from Mr Weasley's wand caused the bathroom door to open and reveal a wet faced Ron.

"Merlin's beard! What's happened Ronald?!" gasped Mrs Weasley, entering the bathroom and staring at Ron.

Ron saw his father walking to the toilet as a horrible smell began to linger in the bathroom's air. His father stared in shock at its contents.

"You're been sick."

Ron glanced at his mother's concerned face and his father's shocked face and that is when things began to take toll on his poor body. Ron's face became set and white as he tried to speak, but he started to sway from side to side and tripped dazedly towards his parents.

He collapsed in his father's arms.

This is my first Harry Potter fic so be kind and please review, it would make me very Harry…happy I mean (Sorry I'm bad at jokes J)