When Harry returned home the next day it was, much to his dismay, to find his parents in a romantic embrace. Something he much rather not have to see.
"EW!" Samantha groaned. "We've returned, and really don't want to see that!" She exclaimed throwing her hands up into the air. Lily laughed as James chuckled.
"Come on kids, I'm gonna assume you've all been given breakfast," Lily said as she watched Harry, Samantha and Jonathon sit down.
"Yeah, we've eaten," Harry said as he grabbed the remote control for the TV.
"There's a couple of letters waiting for you upstairs, I think one of them must be from Ron, poor owl flew into the window," Lily said smiling at her son.
"Thanks," Harry said jumping up and running up the stairs to his room, he looked at his writing table and laying there were two letters.
Harry,
How are you? I thought I should write, I know you probably won't reply, but really when do you ever reply to my letters? I'll be going to the Weasleys, Ron invited me over for the week, I think you'll be receiving a letter shortly from him as well, as will Sophie, Benjamin, Mackenzie and Riley. I don't know how his mother will cope, but when I asked her if she was sure it would be alright, Mrs Weasley insisted she would be overjoyed to have us there.
Until then Harry,
Love
Hermione x
Harry smiled, it wasn't summer unless he spent at least a week with Ron, and the others all together, much like they did at school.
He picked up the next letter.
Hey mate, you want to come over for a week? I'll be inviting the others; mum says it's alright as long as we don't wreck the house. If you can make it floo over for about eleven on Saturday.
See ya then,
Ron
Saturday was tomorrow, Harry was pretty sure his parents would let him go. Grinning he ran back downstairs.
"Mum can I go to the Weasley's for a week tomorrow?" Harry asked, his excitement evident.
James looked up, he looked to Lily and then back to Harry.
"Sam why don't you and Johnny go outside for a bit?" James said with a small smile.
"Alright then," Samantha said, leading Jonathon outside, but not before sending Harry a small smile.
"What?" Harry asked. "Can't I go?"
"Sweetheart, it's not that we don't want you to go, it's just…" Lily looked to James, unsure how to explain.
"Harry you know that Voldemort is out there, we've got to be careful, your mother and I don't want to lose you," James said standing up and walking towards Harry, he rested a hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled sadly.
"I know how to defend myself, why can't I? I beat Voldemort, on my own," Harry stressed, not understanding why his parents were being like this, he'd already proven himself.
"You shouldn't have done it at all," Lily said softly. "You shouldn't have had to face Voldemort, darling, you probably won't understand until you have children of your own, but I have never been so terrified in my life, knowing you were gone, and then you came back, and Cedric Diggory was dead," Lily said. "Harry it could have been you." Her eyes were welling with tears and she had to turn away from Harry to try and recollect herself.
"We want you to be able to go, but… We're worried," James said finally.
Harry looked dismayed, this was a part of his summer, and he was sure that his cousins would be allowed to go.
"H-how about this, I'll call Molly; their family is under protection, she'll understand I'm sure, if maybe we ask if it's ok to have more placed on the house," Lily said finally, Harry smiled at his mother.
So fifteen minutes later Lily smiled at Harry.
"You're lucky Molly Weasley is such a lovely person," Harry nodded in agreement, and grinned at his parents. "Go on, you might as well start packing. Oh and I told her we'll have everyone over here at least once for dinner, as a thank you for taking you off our hands." Lily said with a slight smirk.
"Thank mum," Harry said grinning. He turned away from his parents and started up the stairs, before stopping. He turned back to his mum and dad. "Love you." He muttered and then raced up the stairs.
When he reached his room he pulled out the travel bag his dad had gotten him and opened it, first grabbing enough underwear, then a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirt, and a couple of swimming shorts. He packed his toiletries and then zipped up his bag, and placed it in the under the stairs cupboard ready for the next day.
"That was quick," James said as he looked at his son with an amused expression. Harry shrugged and went out to the garden where Samantha was playing a game of football against Jonathon.
"No fair!" Jonathon exclaimed as Samantha scored a goal against him. "You pushed me out of the way!"
"Did not!" Samantha replied, sticking her tongue out at her younger brother.
Harry grinned at the pair before grabbing the ball off of them. He scored a goal for himself and smirked at his siblings.
"You're not in the game!" Samantha scowled. "It doesn't count."
"I'm going over to the Weasley's tomorrow, and I have to trust you not to pick on Jonathon too much," Harry said grinning at Samantha as he ruffled Jonathon's hair.
"I'm not picking on him; he just doesn't know how to play football," Samantha replied smoothly. "Are you going to see Ginny or Ron?"
"Ron mainly, why would I go over there for Ginny?" Harry asked.
"Everyone knows Ginny likes you, I thought maybe you'd have done something about it already," Samantha replied innocently.
"You know way too much for a thirteen year old," Harry said.
"You've only just turned fifteen, you're not that much older then me," Samantha pointed out.
"So, you're still only thirteen," Harry argued, Samantha shrugged, unfazed by the argument, for it was one they had often.
"I think-"
"Sam, I don't care what you think," Harry said grinning at his sister. "Because you don't understand."
Samantha frowned at Harry.
"Cho Chang also like you, that's what I was told, and Hannah Abbot, and Romilda Vane, Romi doesn't stop talking about you, and honestly it's getting a bit boring," Samantha said, Harry stared at her a bit surprised.
"How the hell do you know all this?" Harry demanded.
"Meh, for some strange reason everyone tells me everything, like I am their own personal therapist," Samantha replied easily, shrugging her shoulders, Harry shook his head at her, but could understand to a degree. Samantha had a good head on her shoulders, she had common sense and was able to empathies with people, and think clearly no matter the situation, their mother often said Samantha was born with the knowledge, rather then having to learn from mistakes.
"Well, y'know, maybe you should stop listening," Harry suggested.
"I couldn't do that," Samantha insisted, Harry frowned at her. "The student body would fall apart without me." Harry laughed and shook his head, throwing his arms around both Samantha and Jonathon and walking back into the house with them in time for lunch.
"I'll see you soon alright Kiddo," Harry said ruffling Jonathon's hair as he prepared to leave, Jonathon looked at him smiling brightly. Samantha hugged Harry tightly, whispering i'be careful, don't get yourself killed' /iin his ear, his mother kissed him on the forehead, before engulfing him into a hug, then his father hugged him tightly.
"Don't cause Molly any trouble, well try at least!" Lily called to her eldest son as he disappeared into emerald flames.
"Harry!" Someone shrieked, and he found himself engulfed into someone's arms once more, when he managed to pull away slightly and look down into the smiling face of Hermione Granger.
"Hey 'Mione," Harry said picking his fallen bag up off the floor. "Is anyone else here yet?" He asked.
"Actually no, it's you, me and Mrs Weasley," Hermione said as Mrs Weasley bustled into the room, she looked up and saw Harry, she smiled brightly.
"Harry my dear!" She exclaimed, engulfing Harry into her arms – really when will it stop?
"Hi Mrs Weasley, thanks for having me," Harry said. "I'm really sorry about all the stress I've probably caused."
"Harry, don't you even think about apologising, you're like one of my own, and in any case, the extra protection can do no harm," Molly scolded, before telling Harry where he can put his stuff and explaining everyone's absence, apparently they were down the local store buying extra resources such as eggs to help feed the extra mouths, for there would be many.
Harry had just wandered back into the Living room and opened his mouth to say something to Hermione when Benjamin and Sophie appeared with Riley and Mackenzie.
"Hermione!" Sophie exclaimed, hugging the brown haired girl, while Benjamin rolled his eyes.
"Mrs Weasley, I think we'll wait outside, rather then get cramped in here," Benjamin called to Molly who was in the kitchen.
"Sure boys, out you go, I think theres a muggle ball lying around out there somewhere," Molly replied, so the six teenagers went outside and all flopped down onto the grass.
"So where's Ron and Ginny, I got a letter saying they wanted us over?" Sophie asked as she leaned back onto her hands.
"I expect they are on their way back from the village," Hermione replied smiling lightly.
"So when are you gonna make a move on Ron then Hermione?" Benjamin asked smirking, causing the brown haired girl to blush.
"I-I. I don't know what you're talking about Ben," Hermione replied, sticking her nose into the air and looking away from the smirking boy.
"Whatever!" Mackenzie laughed.
"You fancy Fred!" Hermione said, smirking as Mackenzie blushed insanely.
"Does she now, I must say, Fred Weasley, or so I've been told, is very charming and handsome and smart," A familiar voice said from behind Hermione and Mackenzie who were sitting next to each other, Mackenzie went white as Hermione cringed.
They both turned to see a grinning Fred standing there.
"Unfortunately, I think Maxxie is a bit too young, but hey, call me when you're eighteen," Fred said with a wink, and then walked into the house.
If looks could kill, Hermione would be buried already.
