Josie walked up to the front steps of the house. She was desperately hoping Tranice was already here, but you never knew with that girl. Josie smiled and walked up the steps slowly, not really wanting to reach the door. She knocked once; twice; three times.

"Coming!"

Mrs. Weasley's voice. Unmistakable. Motherly. Caring. Always. Well...almost always.

Josie remembered the time when she had caught Tranice and--

The door flew open, interrupting her thoughts.

"Welcome dear! We've been waiting for you."

Josie smiled at her, "I've been dying to get here."

"I would guess so. Come in, come in."

Mrs. Weasley stepped aside, sweeping her arm, and presenting to Josie the most welcoming sight she'd seen in a very long two months. The Burrow. Josie sighed in contentment and looked around lovingly. Everything was as she remembered it. The smell of food that always seemed to be cooking, the old ratty furniture that was still always beautiful, the loud echoes of people calling her name.

Wait...what?

"Josie!?"

Fingers snapped in front of her face and her head snapped up to see the twins and Ginny.

"Fi-nal-ly." Ginny said, breaking the word into three syllables. She rolled her eyes and smiled, pulling Josie into a tight hug. "I missed you!" she said squeezing her tighter.

"Me...too." Josie choked out, giggling a bit. Ginny was so cute.

"What about us?" the twins, Fred and George, chorused.

"Yeah. We missed you, too." Fred finished off. Josie shook Ginny off, smiling apologetically at her as she glared at her brothers, and opened her arms for a hug from the twins. Which was always more like 'Attack of the Monstrously Tall Red Heads'. As they squeezed her until she thought she would break, Mrs. Weasley's voice filled the room, her presence demanding.

"Don't break her before he gets to see her. He'll kill all three of you."

Josie instantly blushed. That's who she had honestly been dying to see. She hadn't heard from him at all since school ended last year, he was the chosen one, after all. His voice was beginning to fade from her memories.

"Who's gonna kill who?"

Her memories never did him justice though.

She turned to see him. The one. The only. The famous. The unbearably cheesy. Harry Potter.

"Hiya, Harry." she said softly, waving slightly. He smiled at her and jumped down the stairs two at a time, running over to her and hugging her.

Tight...but gentle. As only he could.

As Tranice stumbled over her luggage she slowly made her way up the front steps. It was times like this when she greatly appreciated this place and the people who lived in it. This was the home she always wanted.

She finally reached the door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds she couldn't take it anymore. She burst open the door and dropped her luggage.

Home sweet home.

"TRANICE!"

That was the only thing she heard as everyone ran to hug her like a stampede of elephants.

After they had all got their hugs in she backed up to take a good look at everyone. Mrs. Weasley looked more motherly. Fred and George still looked like they were up to no good. Ginny got taller. Josie almost looked unrecognizable with her new haircut, and Harry looked more alive.

I wonder if that has anything to do with Josie. Wait...someone's missing.

"Wait, where's-- " She was interrupted by something covering her eyes.

"Guess who." said the mystery person.

"If this isn't Ronald Weasley you're gonna lose your fingers in about ten seconds."

The hands quickly moved. Tranice turned around.

"Hermione!" she shouted as she gave her a big hug. "I'm sorry I wanted you to be Ron."

"Speaking of Ron, I haven't seen him all day," said Hermione.

"Well you will definitely see him at dinner," said Mrs. Weasley. Tranice smiled because she knew more than anyone how much Ron loved food.

"Well, if you don't mind I would like to go to my room now. I'm a little tired." Tranice told Mrs. Weasley

"Oh. Of course, Dear. You must be tired from all of that traveling. Ginny will show you to your room. Dinner should be ready in a few hours."

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." Tranice said, as she followed Ginny upstairs.

"You and Josie will share a room," said Ginny as she opened the door.

"Okay." Tranice said as she put her luggage on the floor in the corner.

"I'll leave you to get unpacked and then you can meet us downstairs when you're done." said Ginny, as she closed the door.

Tranice barely looked at the room she just collapsed on the nearest bed and went straight to sleep.

As Ginny walk back downstairs, Josie laughed.

"Twenty bucks says she's already asleep."

"You just earned twenty bucks."

Everyone turned to see Ron walk through the back door. He looked kind of like a huge...dirt ball.

I'll never understand what she sees in him.

Josie glanced up and bit her lip softly. Harry was barely taller than she was. They both had glasses and fair skin. Dark hair. Green eyes. He looked down at her and smiled, obviously feeling her gaze. She smiled back and looked away quickly, her cheeks getting warm.

She'd say the same thing I guess.

Josie looked back to Ron. "How do you know?" she asked in her normal sarcastic tone.

"'Cause. I know her better than anyone else."

He walked, more like strutted, over to her and poked her nose, "Even you."

Josie slapped his hand away and smiled. "You don't think I already know that. I may be her best friend but..." She smirked and shrugged, turning to bring her stuff upstairs to her room.

"But what?" Ron asked a hint of yearning in his tone. She knew he'd want to know. He might as well be labeled obsessed with how much he obviously wanted to be with her. Josie stopped and looked over her shoulder, smiling at him.

"But I'll always know a bit more than you." she winked and walked upstairs, smiling brightly at Harry's laugh.

She dropped her bags on her bed and looked over at Tranice. It'd been five years since the came to Hogwarts. Five years since they met Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Five years since they began learning magic. Four years since she knew Tranice had liked Ron and one and a half since they'd been together. She wasn't sure how long Tranice had known she'd liked Harry, but being best friends, knew she knew.

Josie sat on her bed and pulled out her book, she just began and wanted to finish before they went off to school. A few hours went by and Josie had reached chapter 12. She looked back over at Tranice and threw a sock at her.

"Wake up it's time to eat. Don't you wanna see your boyfriend?"