Waking up to the happy noises made him smile in a way he hadn't all summer. It wasn't the house on Privet and that was all he needed to know to smile. But opening his eyes and seeing that it was the Burrow made the whole thing that much better.
Making his way down the stairs he could smell breakfast. The plate set before him immediately upon his arrival was overflowing. It smelled heavenly and he didn't wait before he began to eat.
"Manners Harry," Hermione scolded him. Staring at him from across the table with a look normally reserved for people who dog paged library books.
"Sorry," Harry said through a mouthful of food. After swallowing he turned to Mrs. Weasley, "Thank you for breakfast."
"You're welcome Harry. Now eat up before it gets cold." She replied smiling.
"Or before Ron gets back and eats this whole batch of food too," George said under her breathe. Harry laughed looking around at the small dining table filled with a number of red heads and a very bushy-haired brunette. Ron chose that moment to sit next to him.
"It's good to be home," Harry whispered.
