The Deal

Summary: It's the summer of sixth year and Bill and Fleur's wedding is approaching. Will Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Charlie find love, or will everything go drastically wrong? And things will defiantly get interesting when Fred and George get involved! HBP compliant.

Disclaimer: I wish I was the mastermind who created Harry Potter, but sadly, J.K. Rowling owns all rights to Harry Potter and this is strictly a non-profit fanfic.

Harry Potter was sitting with his best friends, Ron and Hermione, in his bedroom on Privet Drive. The three had been staying at the Dursley's since Hogwarts released their students after Dumbledore's funeral. Hermione was reading a book (as usual), and Ron and Harry were playing wizard's chess. This would be their last day at Privet Drive. Harry would never have to return to his aunt and uncle's again.

"Checkmate!" Ron exclaimed.

"For the fourth time tonight…" Harry said with a mixture of boredom and distain.

"It's bad form to be a sore loser, mate." Ron said, laughing and shaking his head.

"I agree with Ron." Hermione stated with a smirk on her face, putting her book down and turning to face them.

"Yeah, for once in your bloody life! And this coming from the girl who the last time she lost at chess, she threw one of the queens and slammed it against the wall!" Harry retorted a little too strongly.

"Hey!" Ron and Hermione said in unison.

"Sorry guys, I'm just a bit…." Harry started, the last of his words trailing off.

"Anxious?" Hermione finished for him.

"Yeah, sorry." Harry glanced at the clock. It was 11:52PM.

"It's ok." Hermione said and gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, it's ok mate, we were just trying to lighten the mood." Ron said as he started packing up the chess board.

"I just can't believe in a few minutes, we'll be leaving here, and I'll never be coming back. It's like a dream. But then, it seems ruined by the whole Voldemort-Horcruxes-War-Death thing. Everything is just so….messed up." Harry said, packing up what was left in his room to pack. They had pre-packed almost everything a few hours before.

They did not tell the Dursley's they would be leaving tonight. They were to be picked up by several members of The Order after midnight to be brought back to the Burrow.

"I know," Hermione said, "But you are not alone, Harry. We are going to get through this, together." She glanced over at Ron as she said this. Ron seemed to have already been looking at her. Their eyes locked for a moment, then Ron looked away, embarrassed, his ears turning pink.

Harry caught on to the look. His two best friends had been dancing around each other for years, so obvious to everyone else, but neither of them seemed to realize that the other fancied them. Harry thought they would be much better off if one of them just ran up and snogged the other, like he had done with Ginny. His thoughts trailed off as he thought of Ginny. The last time they talked, he broke up with her, for her safety. If Voldemort found out that he was in love with Ginny, he would target her for sure. In love, He thought, I can't stand not being with her.

"Harry? Harry? Harry!" Hermione pulled him from his thoughts.

"Sorry, what?" Harry asked. Hermione pointed to the clock. It was now midnight.

"Happy Birthday!" Ron and Hermione said.

"Thanks." Harry replied. "They should be here soon. We have to wait for the signal."

They sat in silence staring out the window for a few minutes, when finally, a strange little white orb blinked at the end of the driveway.

"That's the signal." Ron said.

"Let's go." Harry said, taking out his wand. "Locomotor trunk!" Harry exclaimed and his trunk rose off the ground and out into the hallway. Ron and Hermione followed his action.

They cautiously stepped out the door and onto the driveway. Harry could make out four shadowy figures approaching them. As they got closer he could make out the faces of Fred, George, and Charlie Weasley. The fourth was a witch he had never seen before.

"Ron! Harry! Hermione!" Fred and George exclaimed together.

"What are you guys doing here?" Ron asked them.

"What are you going on about?" George counter questioned him.

"They said that members of The Order were picking us up." Ron said.

"We ARE members of The Order, ickle Ronnikins. We are here on official Order business!" Fred said, ruffling Ron's hair. Ron gave him the "stare of death".

"Nice to see you, Harry." Charlie said, shaking his hand. "And Hermione." Charlie shook her hand as well. "Ron!" He said, giving his brother a hug.

"Hey Charlie, long time, no see!" Ron exclaimed.

"I hate to interrupt this big family meeting," The unfamiliar witch said, "But we really need to get going. Now." She glanced over at Charlie. Harry realized she was American.

"Yes woman, geez, don't get your knickers in a twist!" Charlie replied. She gave him a look of distain, then turned to the Trio's luggage.

"Let's send these along." She said, waving her wand wordlessly at their trunks and they sailed off into the night.

"That's Abby." Charlie said, gesturing in the direction of the witch. "She's in the Order."

"That?" She spat at him in an irritated tone. Charlie laughed, but this only seemed to irritate her more.

"She transferred from the American Auror Office. She's a right pain in my-"

"We really don't have time for introductions!" She exclaimed, her nostrils fuming.

"You really need to relax." Charlie replied.

"How are we getting to the Burrow?" Harry asked.

"We're going to apparate. There are anti-apparation wards on the Burrow, so we need to apparate at the beginning of the dirt road going up to the Burrow. I know you and Ron can't apparate yet-"

"Half a flogging eyebrow!" Ron interrupted.

"I know Ron, I flunked the first time too. Don't worry about it, you'll get it the next time. It's actually a-"

"Fred will assist Harry and George will assist Ron. WE NEED TO GO NOW!" Abby bellowed.

"We're going! You're impossible!" Charlie retorted. "It's not going to kill us to have a two minute conversation, we're-" He was interrupted by a jet of green light that was heading their way.

"Lookout!" Abby yelled as the jet of light soared right for Charlie. She tackled him and pushed him out of the way. The light missed them by inches and collided with a lamp post, warping it.

"GO! NOW!" She yelled.

Abby took hold of Charlie and they both disappeared. George grabbed Ron, and Fred grabbed Harry and Harry felt that all too familiar feeling of apparation as everything around him swirled and he disappeared.