"You did not do that, Harry!" exclaimed a shocked Hermione the moment he told her what had happened. "It's a violation of the Statute of Secrecy!"

"Not really" defended Harry "Their house was still under protection so no one will know!"

"Did you at least lift the spells when you left?" asked Hermione in a disapproving voice.

"Maybe…"

"Harry!"

"All right, I might have forgotten it! What does it matter anyway! It's only temporary! It will lift eventually…"

"You should go back and lift them now! And you know that as well as I do, Harry" Hermione gave him an intense look and left the room.

Why should he go back now? The charms would lift and the Dursleys had their information about being able to go home. He did what he came for. It wasn't his fault his Uncle and Aunt stormed on to him, was it? He had forseen this and wanted to talk to Dudley who seemed the most reasonable amongst his relatives. Thinking about it, Harry could not miss the irony in it. Dudley… the most reasonable. If he'd go back eight years and tell his younger self this… he probably would have thought he'd go insane. And Uncle Vernon would – for the first time – gladly confirm Harry's suspicions. His Uncle's ignorance wasn't his fault!

His Uncle yelled at Remus, he yelled at almost anyone who wasn't 'normal'. Remus… The last survivor of the Marauders. He, too, had died one week ago. He didn't blame Harry though. He knew it because he was amongst those he had summoned with the resurrection stone before facing Voldemort. Before he ought to die. But Harry didn't die. But others died anyway.

Someone was knocking at the door. Harry turned his head to face it. He sat on the bed he slept in for the last week. The bed in the old Gryffindor tower. In his old room. He couldn't really think of another place to stay. In Grimmauld Place he was still haunted by his memories of Sirius. Hogwarts wasn't better, but still. He was already there and the only other place he could think of is the Burrow.

The door knocked again. "Mate! Come on!"

"Just come in, will you?!" Harry responded. As Ron entered with a wide grin on his face, Harry could not help but look totally bewildered.

"Hermione just came to me. Blimey, she was upset with you. She looked as if you'd just given her an E instead of an O in her N.E.W.T.s!" Ron could not hold himself and began to laugh.

"I better fix that little incident with my family, eh?" a slight grin showed on Harrys face but immediately turned into seriousness again.

Ron tried to look serious, but with every word a new grin spread wider and wider. "Harry, I thought you fixed it when you silenced your Uncle and turned your Aunt into a toad! By the way, what did you do to your cousin? Hermione left that part out…"

"I talked to him" Harry could no longer resist his urge to grin. He talked to his cousin. This still felt odd.

"Uh, that's brutal, mate! Hope you didn't talk to fast for him, he doesn't seem all that bright..."

"Actually he did most of the talking… He hit Uncle Vernon on the night of the Battle. At first I thought I was being made fun off, but he really did it"

"Well then. Your Uncle can't talk anymore. Your Aunt is a toad… And your cousin might actually do something smart once in a while. I don't know why you want to ruin that by going back"

"It'll wear off anyway. If I go back and fix it, it might calm Hermione down, see?"

"No. It'll wear off, why bother?"

"Ron, do you know anything about girls?"

"I know plenty, Harry! Anyway… Hermione is staying at the Burrow now", Ron slowly began but was interrupted by Harry.

"Ron, I don't think it's good if I come by so soon after…" Harry paused. He looked down and silently sighed.

"I know, but you're family!" Ron argued "You really should be there. You can't just be here all by yourself, man!"

"I'm not really fam…"

"You're more family than Percy was for the last years! Besides if you don't come I'm afraid I have to tell Hermione that you don't plan on finishing school with us"

"I never said th…"

"She doesn't know that, Harry! And she doesn't know that it will in fact be me who will continue to turn your Aunt into a toad instead of you…" Ron looked away innocently.

"Ron!" yelled Harry in shock. "Since when are you so good in forcing people to do your will, eh?"

"I didn't" Ron explained "George came up with that plan. He even said he'd work out a transformation-timetable for me if you deny. And since Percy owes us, I think it's fair to assume that the Ministry will ignore my little magic in front of Muggles"

"I really don't have a choice, do I?" Harry resigned. He'd have to face the Weasleys. He really dreaded that moment but Ron had the whole Weasley family committed to the conspiracy.

"Not a chance in hell, we'll leave you here a moment longer, mate!" Ron grinned "Come on. Dad's waiting with the bicycles by the front yard."

Harry took a deep breath, got up to his feet and… wait a moment! "He's waiting with what?!"

"These silly Muggle things, you know! You sit on them and keep moving your legs… Honestly I prefer broomsticks, but Dad just wanted to test them…"

"Erm… we're supposed to ride all the way to the Burrow? Isn't that a bit… far?"

"Harry, this is my Dad we're talking about… ´Course we don't ride there! Their riding for themselves and most importantly they fly"

"Why don't we apparate then?!"

"Again.. we're talking about my Dad, mate… By the way… Don't tell Mum"

Harry laughed. Mr. Weasley always had a thing for Muggle tools and put almost on everything a spell to improve it. Most to the disapproval of Mrs. Weasley, of course.

"Hey, Mr. Weasley!" Harry greeted the red-haired – almost bold – man who sat on a childrens bike.

"Ah, hello Harry! It's good to see you! Maybe you can explain to me why Muggles use these small vehicles to travel. I really wonder why they don't make bigger ones…"

"They do, actually" Harry laughed.

"Really! And I saw a chance for an enlargement-charm" he said disappointed "Ready to go, you two?"

"Oh, I almost forgot" Harry said and instantly disapparated. After a few seconds however he returned with a wide grin on his face.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked bewildered.

"Just lifted the transfiguration from Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon already got his speech back… Man I didn't know he could shout any louder than he usually does" The grin widened even more turning into a laugh.

"Blimey, even I would shout at you if you'd ever turn a toad into that Aunt of yours" Ron laughed.

Mr. Weasley looked at them sceptically, but didn't say anything. When he met Harrys aunt and uncle he almost lost his temper with them. "Ready now, Harry?"

"Sure" The three of them settled their bikes and they flew off.