A/N: I recently posted a fourteen chapter long fic that was

disgracefully terrible and for the characters that were ooc I

apologise deeply.

I do hope that my new beta will be more successful than my last one to

help me bring you my new story, Still called the legend becomes but

extremely improved

Thanks for your undivided attention, now on with the new Legend

Becomes.

Chapter 1

Back at the Burrow

Mrs Weasley had arranged with Mr and Mrs Dursley for Harry to go and

stay with them for the remainder of the summer holidays.

She had sent them a letter by muggle post to ask there permission, to

which the Dursleys had reluctantly agreed.

He was to go to a place in Surrey called the Pinecone field, which was

not far from the Dursley's home to meet up with Mr Weasley and Ron.

The only problem was that Harry had absolutely no idea where the

Pinecone field was.

The morning that he was due to leave, he gathered up some courage and

asked Uncle Vernon to drive him there, the response he got was very

shocking. Vernon had jumped out of his chair and rushed for his keys

and coat shouting at Harry to hurry up.

Harry quickly ran upstairs grabbed his trunk and the cage which was

supposed to hold Hedwig, dragged them down the stairs and out the

door, causing it to slam on the way out because of the wind his trunk

created.

Meanwhile, at the Burrow, it was Ron who was raring to go while Mr

Weasley took time in preparing for the trip. He knew how they would

get there and back but he wasn't sure if getting back would work.

"OH HURRY UP DAD!" roared Ron to Mr Weasley. "I'm coming, I'm coming

keep your hair on. It's not like he's going to be early is it?"

replied Mr Weasley slyly.

"I'll go first, see if I can spot him". Ron took a handful of flu

powder stepped into the fireplace and shouted very clearly, "PINECONE

FIELD, SURREY". Within seconds the watching Weasleys were blinded by a

bright green flame.

Roughly ten seconds later Mr Weasley did the same thing after giving

his wife a kiss on the cheek and reassuring her that they will be back

within the hour.

Uncle Vernon had dropped Harry and Hedwig off just at the side of the

long stretch of road that was next to the field before speeding off

out of sight.

Harry had been there only five minutes when there was a puff of smoke

and out of nowhere came Ron.

It was he who spotted Harry from behind and then without thinking

screeched at the top of his lungs "HARRY, BEHIND YOU"

The way that Ron shouted it was as if too say that there was something

about to attack you. Harry acted the way you or I would if someone had

shouted like that, he turned on his heel drew his wand and was about

to cast a very strong blasting spell.

Harry had said it half way through before realising that it was Ron,

who was standing there as if he was petrified.

Harry frowned at him but Ron just stood there frozen. A few moments

later Mr Weasley showed up the exact same way that Ron did but greeted

Harry somewhat better than his son had.

"Hello Harry, how are you?" cheered Mr Weasley

"I'm fine but I think that I have petrified Ron" Harry said queasily

At that moment, Ron had tilted his head in Harry's direction. "Nice to

see you too" he squeaked.

"Lets get back shall we?" Mr Weasley piled up some logs, took out his

wand and said quite calmly "La-Carnum Inflamarie".

At that a small ball of fire shot from the end of his wand to the logs

which ignited in flame. He then put his old cloak over the flames o

smother them.

Mr Weasley went into his pocket and pulled out a handful of flu

powder, poured it into Harry's hands and told him not to make the

mistake he did the last time.

Harry stood in the middle of the rubble stretched out his arm, threw

the flu powder to his feet and yelled "THE BURROW".

Harry was standing in the Weasley's kitchen, right in front of Mrs

Weasley who greeted him with a crushing hug that made all the blood

rush to his head.

Five minutes later Mr Weasley and Ron showed and that moment Harry

looked at Ron's face and blurted out, "finally, I'm back at the

Burrow".