You may remember this story from a few years back. I decided to revamp the story and change detail to make it counteract with the current storyline of Book 6. I will update more newly revised chapters soon. Enjoy! And please R/R!

NOTE: All characters in this story were created by the imaginative genius J.K. Rowling. I take no credit for the names and characteristics of the individuals in this story.

:Red, Black, and Restricted Love by TheFrogLady:

CHAPTER 1: Finally Back at the Burrow

Harry Potter sighed gratefully at the mysteriously held together house setting in front of him. Never in all his life had he known such generosity from a family who could hardly afford to pamper themselves. But pampering was not what he needed right now; it's not even what he wanted. He wanted a home, with a family, sisters, brothers, laughter, teasing, arguments, and healthy, normal love that any mother or father could give to their children. He knew he was asking for a lot, and perhaps, even too much, but the Weasleys were the insistent ones in this situation. They told him to come to their house if he ever needed a place to stay. They buried him with affection, loyalty and scrumptious home cooked meals. And they even had a girl there, though in this situation he didn't want to think of her as being the sisterly type.

Ginny Weasley, the vivacious and wittyseventeen year old sister of his best and long time friend, Ron Weasley, was living there. Ginny and Harry had become close friends over the past two years, even dated for a few brief months his sixth year at Hogwarts. Harry had cut ties with that relationship, however, due to fear of Ginny being a target to the one and only dreaded Lord Voldemort. Staying at the Dursley's the past year was absolute hell. All Harry could think about was Ginny this and Ginny that: her laughter, her uncontrollable laughter made Harry's stomach twirl inside just thinking about it. Even thinking about her angry streaks brought a smile to his face while he was lectured and yelled at by Mr. Dursley.

But now, here he was; away from the Dursleys, away from angry red faces and his pudgy cousin glaring at him. Here he was at his favorite place to be… the Weasley house. Harry shook his head, despite the large smile spread across his face, and steppedsomewhat hesitantly up the front steps to the deteriorating front door. Before he had a chance to actually knock, the door opened and standing there on the premises was Mrs. Weasley. Apparently she didn't know he was going to be standing there because she let out a highly audible scream and pinned her hand to her chest.

"Harry!" she shrieked, embracing him in a tight hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Well", mumbled Harry, unable to fully breathe in her tight embrace, "you said if I needed a place to stay-"

"Oh Harry!", she whispered sharply, standing back to admire a full view of the boy. "You're so thin, and you've grown so much since I've last seen you. Come on in, I'll fix you some lunch, and of course you can stay!"

That's all it took to make Harry feel right at home.