Hello friends. before I start this I would just like to say 3 things:
1. I don't own these characters.
2. This is my first time ever writing anything like this.
3. I'm just writing because I enjoy it, but feel free to criticize anything you find; I'm sure theres a million mistakes.

Here we go..

It was nearly dusk, and Harry Potter was about to go insane. He was yearning for an escape; just a short little break from the well-intentioned but suffocating attention of the Weasleys. After making some lame excuse to Ron about looking for a stray sock, he practically hurtled himself down the stairs and out the door of the Burrow. A short little walk- perfect for thinking… or forgetting how to think.

The numbness of Sirius' death had certainly worn off, and Harry had never felt this empty. It was like losing not only his godfather, but also one of the few precious links to his parents. Spending time with Sirius revealed new and exciting perspectives of Lily and James's life.

Harry's feet were taking him to a little opening in the woods surrounding the Weasley property. Mr. Weasley had obviously made it for his children to explore, back when they were young. It appeared that several trees and shrubs had been parted for the simple dirt trail- almost as if by magic. (A/N: hehehe) Seven round slabs of stone led into the forest path, each signed and decorated by a specific Weasley.

Bill's was signed with a jagged scrawl and painted red and black. Harry could tell even then that the eldest Weasley had oozed coolness.

Charlie's was signed in small letters at the top, but the whole of his slab was occupied by a scaly lopsided dragon, with only four teeth and a funny scowl on his face.

Percy's was simple and neat, in perfect block letters of course. The rest of the surface was still primarily gray. Harry noticed Percy's stone had several scratches and a few deep chunks missing; someone had also added "the git" to top off the lovely additions. In his mind Harry could perfectly see a furious Ron coming out here after Percy's haughty departure to let off some steam.

Fred and George's stones were predictably identical, both illustrated with a monster that happened to have red hair, was sporting an apron, and clutching a large magical clock in her reptile-like fingers. Harry grimaced; he supposed the twins' names were pointed at "mortal peril" when Mrs. Weasley discovered their works of art.

Harry nearly laughed out loud when he saw Ron's rock. Not only was the "R" in Ron backwards, but he scribbled his name so large there was hardly room for anything else. However, he had managed to fit a small stick figure at the bottom, complete with bulging muscles and a cape that read "the Roninator" in cramped letters. His picture was striking various masculine poses and grinning in what Ron had obviously thought was a handsome way. He couldn't have been older than four when he drew this.

Moving on to the final slab, Harry had to blink a few times before he could properly focus on Ginny's artwork. Not only did the rock glow in the dark, but it also sparkled like a disco ball…

Harry was around seven. He had come home from school early because he has "accidentally" zoomed a book across the room, where it met an obstacle in the form of Dudley's massive head. Harry opened the front door, timidly walked into the living room, and was met with quite a sight: Uncle Vernon, in tight pants that flared at the bottom, a puffy shirt, platform shoes, and a feather duster that was obviously supposed to resemble an afro. He was clutching a large shiny sphere and moving like Harry had never seen anyone move before. Harry stifled a giggle and Uncle Vernon yelped and turned on the spot, nearly jumping out of his skin. In two strides he was across the room and had Harry pinned to the wall.

"Not a word of this to anyone, you hear me boy?"

Smirking at the memory, Harry looked back at the bright stone. Whatever magical type of chalk Ginny had used, most small muggle girls would have killed for some of it. Flowers covered the stone surface, and in the middle was a small red-headed girl clutching a broom and looking around for something. It was obvious that Ginny's greatest childhood wish was to be "one of the guys".

With one last happy glance at the Weasley memories, Harry entered the woods and continued down the windy path. He was enjoying his walk immensely and hadn't had one burdensome thought for a solid hour. By now the sliver of remaining sun was hidden by the thick trees surrounding the trail, so Harry ignited his wand tip for a little more light.

After walking for about ten minutes Harry began to hear a strange sound. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but he was going to find out. Quieting his steps as much as possible, his curiosity began to grow. The farther he walked the louder the sound grew. It was still impossible to tell what it was, but it sounded horrible. As Harry turned a sharp corner, his heart almost leapt through his shirt. Someone was there.

Well, that's all for now. I have the next part written already, it's just a matter of writing it down. Please review and tell me what you think! Good or bad, it's appreciated.

Peace and loveee.