AN- Here is the next chapter, thank you to the reviewers…you may not be many, but I still really appreciate it. I'm sorry these chapters are so short, but I promise that they will get longer. Just remember every Thursday I will be updating at some point during the day. (I live on the west coast so for those of you in the east you have to give me until at least three in the morning your time.)

At this point I would also like to thank my beta and best friend, Kellie, who is the person for you to blame should you find any spelling or grammatical error in any part of this piece. She also allows me to talk her ear off with details and put up with one very long afternoon of making sure that I don't rip you off as far as plot goes. Hopefully there are no plot holes, and if there are, just remember, blame her for doing a bad job. I love you Kellie!

And for the most dreaded part of the fic, which I will only do once. Disclaimer: (Enter clever remark about how Harry Potter does not belong to me here.) Without further ado here is:

My Parent's Secret Keeper

Chapter Two: Of Dursleys and Weasleys

"Dad! I just got a letter from Harry! He wants to know if he can come over." Ron yelled through the house one evening, after Hedwig had flown through his bedroom window.

"Ronald Weasley what did I tell you about yelling in this house? If you want to talk to your father, come downstairs to where we are." Molly Weasley yelled up to her youngest son.

Ron muttered something about his mother breaking her own rule, and went downstairs with the letter in his hand.

"Now that's better isn't it dear?" Molly asked when Ron finally made his way down the stairs. "Now what were you saying about Harry?"

"He was wondering if he could come over, because his awful Aunt Marge is coming over in three days, and I thought why make his summer any worse than it already is going to be?"

Molly grew solemn at this reminder of what was in store for Harry over the summer. "We'll have to contact Dumbledore, but other than that I think that it is a wonderful idea, what about you Arthur?" The way she asked him, made a point that he better not disagree with her.

"It sounds fine to me." He said in a tired voice. "We could make sure that the poor boy at least enjoys part of his summer. Go ahead and send a reply a Harry, telling him that we will pick him up tomorrow at 6:00 pm sharp, and that he should have his stuff ready to go by then. Meanwhile I'll floo Dumbledore, I'm sure that these arrangements will work out, especially in light of recent events."

Ron gave a whoop of joy and ran up to his room, hoping that Hedwig would still be there for him to send his reply with.

III

Harry ran downstairs as soon as he received the reply from Ron. He couldn't be any happier! Instead of having to deal with Aunt Marge, he would be able to go to The Burrow, and hopefully stay there for the rest of the summer. Things were looking up indeed, as Harry practically skipped into the living room where all three Dursleys were watching television. They all gave him strange looks because normally Harry only came down when it was mealtime.

"What do you want boy?" Uncle Vernon growled.

"I just thought you would like to know that my friends are coming to get me tomorrow at six, so you wont even have to worry about me doing mag…I mean what I do, when Marge is here."

Vernon spluttered for a couple seconds, but Harry didn't take the time to listen to what his Uncle might say, before he bounded back up to his room, a wide grin on his face. He would start packing right away.

III

Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, pulled up in front of Harry's house, in a ministry car. He was a good three minutes early. He decided to take this opportunity to talk to his youngest son, who was impatiently waiting to be let out of the car.

"Now Ron, I don't want you to say anything to Harry about Black during this week. We want him to enjoy his week with us, without having to worry about that Godfather of his. I have already spoken to your brothers and sister about this, and they are also sworn to secrecy."

"But…"

"No buts Ronald, you aren't to say a word is that clear?" Arthur said in his I'm-you're-father-and-the-Minister-of-Magic-and-you-better-listen-to-me voice. Ron rolled his eyes, but agreed.

"Can we go get him now at least?" He asked impatiently. Arthur smiled.

"Yes, I think that now would be as good of a time as ever. Let's go."

They got out of the car, escorted by a couple of Aurors to the front door of the

Dursley house. Mr. Weasley looked somewhat at a lost of what to do then. In a

wizarding house-hold, you usually just knocked, but here there was a small button

that seemed like it should be pressed. So he pressed it, and grinned when he heard a

noise come from it. And so he rang it again, and again.

"I've heard about these Ron! They are ding-bells, and muggles use them to…"

The door opened. There stood Harry, happy as could be. Arthur felt slightly bad for the boy, whose life would be shortly changed.

"Come in Minister Weasley."

"Good to see you Harry, Ron, why don't you go help Harry carry his trunk downstairs." Ron nodded and the two of them headed upstairs to get Harry's stuff.

Standing a little down the hallway were the Dursleys. This seemed as good as a time as ever to break the news to them about Sirius Black.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I am Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic, and Ron's father, I'm sure that you have heard all about Ron from Harry." He said extending his arm to the muggles.

Vernon very reluctantly accepted the handshake, only after a stern look from one of the Aurors.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Is there someplace private we could talk?"

Petunia pointed silently to the kitchen.

"Excellent. Shacklebolt, you and Dawlish please wait for me here."

The two aurors nodded. And silently went to wait outside the door to the kitchen.

"Shall we go in then?" Arthur asked. He and the Dursleys entered the kitchen, without a word. "Now you may want to sit down for this."

The Dursleys still didn't say anything. It didn't seem to faze Arthur.

"Now I am not sure whether or not you are aware of this, but Harry has a godfather by the name of Sirius Black."

"He has a godfather? Why isn't he staying with him then?" Vernon practically yelled.

"Well you see after Harry's parents were killed Black went after his remaining

friends, one being Mr. Peter Pettigrew. He ended up not only killing Pettigrew, but

also 12 other muggles in London. There was, however, no solid proof to convict him

with. So we managed to keep Harry safe by putting him in your care. Unfortunately,

Black has found a law stating that all magical children must have a magical guardian.

Harry will be sent to live with his godfather in a week's time."

Arthur Weasley was shocked when Vernon Dursley grinned madly.

"You mean that we won't have to deal with the boy anymore?"

Quite disturbed Arthur said, "No, but I'm not sure that you understand…"

"Oh we understand! Petunia, we'll finally be rid of him, no more freakishness in this household." He gave his wife a huge kiss.

"Dad, we're ready." Ron called from outside in the hallway. Arthur frowned.

"Very well. It was nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Dursley."

The two ignored him and went about having a very passionate kiss. Arthur was quite

disgusted as he left the house, seeing as the boys were already waiting for him out in

the car.