A/N: This is my revised second chapter of Your Heart Knows the Way. At least this was the easy part, now I have to get to actually writing a new chap lol Oh, and I forgot this last chapter: Harry Potter and any related characters do not belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling, who, by the way, should have either killed her publisher for not allowing the 7/7/07 release date, or been killed herself, FOR allowing it. It was TWO---WEEKS---EARLIER for Christ's sake! (sorry for the rant)

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Order of the Phoenix Headquarters- 6:55 PM

"I can't believe we're getting to see him so soon again!" Exclaimed a tall, red-haired boy, who was currently jumping about. "And to have him stay here too? This is bloody brilliant! We get almost the whole summer together!"

"Ooooh. Wonderful. Sheesh, you make me sick Ron, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were Ginny." Said an even taller boy, who was standing next to what looked like an exact double.

A much smaller, also red-headed girl, who was currently blushing, nevertheless threatened: "If you don't shut up, school rules or not, you'll BOTH be getting Bat-Bogey Hexes! And if you thought what I did to those Death Eaters was bad, let me tell you, I can make it a WHOLE lot worse than that!" The twins huddled in actual fear of this small girl.

A voice broke into the scene: "Will you all keep it down? Harry's going to be here any minute, and we all want him to see how happy we are to have him here, and that he's going to be having a proper birthday party for once."

"Yes mum," all the children chorused.

"Good." The slightly plump witch said. "Now all we have to do is wait for Harry."

They all stared at the marked out circle where he and Hermione were going to appear. The minutes ticked by, until a countdown began in everyone's heads. "10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…"

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Harry was woken by a familiar jerk behind his navel. As he traveled almost instantaneously to his destination, he sleepily tried to figure out why he had a nagging suspicion something was going to go wrong when he arrived.

Then, with a loud "thump", he landed in the middle of a large group of people, who all looked very stunned. They stared at Harry for a few seconds, and then two types of reactions occurred, depending on the age group of the individual.

All the adults in the room gave secret smirks and knowing winks to each other, while all the teenagers, who Harry, shaking off his post-drowsiness, recognized as the Weasley children, burst out laughing. All except for one, that is.

Ginny Weasley looked upon the scene in front of her with growing dread. Even after 5 years, she still hadn't given up on Harry. To her eyes, Harry, who had just realized he had his arms around a certain brown-haired girl, was VERY close with Hermione. She was devastated, but her friendship with Hermione was special, and she wouldn't let anything ruin it.

So she tried her best to force a smile on her face, but her heart was still torn, and the resulting leer, had Harry seen it, would have sent him running to Voldemort, and begging him to kill Harry, right then and there. As it was, he was too busy occupying himself with untying the used portkey from his and Hermione's arms.

Having succeeded, he realized that the bushy-haired girl in front of him was still out of it. He gently prodded her. The brunette mumbled and pulled Harry tighter against her. The subsequent blush that rose onto his face had the room break into a fresh round of laughter. He shook Hermione a little, hoping to wake her and get themselves out of the embarrasing situation.

She looked up, eyes still blurry, and, not realizing where they were, smiled. "Hey Harry. What's going on, is the Portkey about to go off?"

Harry just blushed more. "Actually…" He gestured around. "It kind of already did…"

Hermione followed his hand, and catching sight of the fact they weren't alone, jumped up and gave a sheepish grin, her own face red.

Harry just sat there, still too stupefied to really do anything reasonable. All this had taken place within the space of about a minute, so he was having a hard time coping with everything. As he looked around, he noticed balloons, streamers and other decorations covering a large room. He stared at the people, and saw they were all carrying gifts.

At the center stood Ginny, who had managed to compose herself so that she didn't look like something from a slasher movie, holding a cake with the words "Happy Birthday Harry!" decreed in color changing icing, while a miniature Harry flew around on a broomstick, chasing an equally minute golden snitch. He suddenly realized that today was July 31, in other words, his own birthday.

Everybody else had gotten over their shock and laughter by now, and all yelled in unison: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!" Harry was overjoyed at the thought of his own real birthday party, reminiscent of Dudley's. "Well, except for the screams and tantrums when he doesn't get as many presents as he wanted." He slowly got up, and grinning, said "you all didn't have to do this for me!" Mrs. Weasley walked over. "Oh, yes we did, you deserve to have a good birthday for once, Ron's told me all about what those dreadful muggles do to you."

"Well, can't deny that logic." Having forgotten all about the portkey incident with Hermione, he sat down to enjoy his birthday, all the people crowding around him. He saw all of the Weasley family, except Percy. It seemed they were still at odds with each other. He also noticed Remus Lupin, and Tonks, standing quite close. Everyone gave him their respective gifts. Ron had got him a new Chudley Cannons book. The twins had a box of assorted Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Lupin gave him an advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts book. "Thought Dumbledore's Army could use a few new tricks." He admitted, smiling widely. Present after present kept coming, until only Ginny was left. She handed him her present.

He opened it, and pulled out a silver pendant of a lion. "I thought you'd like it, being in Gryffindor and all." She said quietly, trying and failing to mask the blush on her cheeks. "Thanks Gin, I'll never take it off." He said, grinning broadly at her.

There was a sudden commotion on the stairs. Everyone looked over. Hermione stood there, seemingly having gotten over her embarrassment about earlier. She was struggling with a heavy package. She brought it over, and with a loud "thunk", dropped it on the table. "Well, Harry," she said breathlessly, "are you going to open it or not?" Harry, who had been staring at it, trying to figure out what on earth "it" was, shook his head, and tore the paper.

Everyone "Oooooooh" 'd at the gleaming stone Pensieve sitting on the table. Harry stared in wonder at the bowl in front of him. "Hermione…" he breathed. "It's incredible! How on earth did you afford it?" "Well," she smirked, "I have my ways." She grinned at him, and Harry grinned back. The rest of the night went well, and everyone had loads of fun playing wizard games, including some Harry had never heard of. They laughed loudly, many times, and all agreed it was an awesome party. As the night crept on, everyone eventually had to go to bed. Slowly the number of people dwindled, as they bade goodnight to those still there. Soon it was only him, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione came over and hugged the raven-haired boy with a blush staining her cheeks. "Happy Birthday Harry. I wish we could have done this for you before." She smiled and made her way up the stairs.

Molly Weasley then turned to Harry. "You really should get to bed dear, it's late. I'll clean up, don't worry about it."

So Harry set about gathering up his presents, which took some time as the guests had seemed to occasionally remember some box from out of nowhere containing another gift for him.

Struggling with his load of presents, Harry started up the stairs when he realized he had no idea where to go. As he stood there dumbfounded, Molly came up behind him and offered to levitate his gifts. "Thank you." He said breathlessly: those presents had been really heavy. "No problem at all Harry! Silly me, not showing you where you needed to go. Just follow me, I'll show you where you and Ron will be sleeping." She took him to a huge room with two very comfortable-looking beds. She gently deposited his presents in a corner, and bade him goodnight.

As Harry climbed into bed, (Ron was already snoring) he thought back, and decided that this had been his best birthday ever. He sighed. Now all he had to do was live to see another one.

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Again, sorry for the extremely long update, hopefully it won't take as long to get the next one out. Please review, as I really need to know if this sucks or not.