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Summer: First Meeting

The people huddled around the taxi. All thoughts of keeping quiet vanished as nearly everyone started shouting at once. The children seeing their parents so excited started jumping up and down screaming. Harry stood to the side feeling uncomfortable (and wet) as the woman, with her daughter in her arms and a rushed "Excuse me!" brushed him aside and rushed to the taxi.

"January!" an old woman with a scarf covering her head shouted weakly as the door of the taxi opened, and the top of a head peeped out of the car.

Harry stood to the side, being jostled occasionally by the small children with the water pistols. Somehow, he couldn't get himself to step away and continue with his morning walk. He stood there watching as the person in the taxi stepped out of the car and was immediately surrounded by all her family members in a group hug.

"Jani didi!" someone screeched. Harry looked and saw it was the woman's daughter whose arms were outstretched trying to reach the guest of honour.

Why don't you go closer? The voice said to him. "See what she's like. See what she has become after all these years…"

Harry ignored it.

"Come on, I can see you're curious about her!"

"The only thing I'm curious about is how the hell you keep coming back and presuming to know what I feel!" Harry thought, annoyed.

"I'm in your head, dimwit. I can't exactly buy a season ticket to Paraguay and go on a six week holiday, you know. And as for I how I know what you feel; again, I'm in your head, dimwit.

Now go talk to her!"

"Why should I?" Harry thought. "I don't even know her! I haven't seen her for almost ten years! She's probably just here for a few days anyway…"

"Because it's either this, or cleaning up Hedwig's poop when she comes back from hunting! And you know that her poop is sticky when she's angry at you!"

Well, that settled it then.

Harry started to make his way towards the crowd. He didn't really want to intrude on a family reunion. Maybe he could stand on the side and greet her as she walked into No. 7.

But before he even reached the gate, the family had already rushed into the house with January in their clutches, leaving a very disgruntled taxi driver behind.

Harry now stood in an empty street, save for the taxi driver who was cursing under his breath about mad joint families, as he started his car and made his way out of Privet Drive.

"Well, looks like it's the poop for you now, my friend..."

Shut it.

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Harry finished his walk without any further incident. By the time he reached Privet Drive, it was seven in the morning and the residents of Privet Drive were slowly waking up. He could see Mr Smith putting on the sprinklers in his garden at No. 3 and Mrs. Hawn pruning her rose bushes at No.5.

And at No. 4…

Harry stopped in surprise.

The blue Ford Anglia which Harry and Ron had driven to Hogwarts in their second year stood in all its glory; parked neatly in front of the Dursley's home.

How did he know it was the same car as the one the Weasley's owned?

Because on the side of the car, seven quaffles were painted neatly in a pattern across the drivers door, to form a giant 'W'.

"What in hell…?" Harry thought as he practically ran into the house. He went straight for the kitchen where he could hear a steady murmur of voices.

His mouth dropped open in astonishment as he took in the scene in the kitchen.

There, in the small kitchen fitted with the latest appliances, stood the entire Weasley family minus Percy and Charlie, and Dumbledore. The Dursley's sat at the kitchen table, looking small and insignificant next to the wizards. He could tell that they were nervous from the shifty glances they kept sending the Weasleys', particularly the twins.

The Weasleys were all scrunched up against each other as they tried to fit into the small kitchen. They were all wearing muggle clothes, Harry noticed. He waved at Ron and Ginny, who he could see at the far end of the small room; they looked rather uncomfortable.

"Wotcher, Harry!" The twins shouted out in unison. Mr and Mrs Weasley as well as Bill smiled at him.

"Ah, Harry! You're here!" Dumbledore said pleasantly, as if showing up at his Aunt and Uncle's home was an everyday occurrence. "We were just making pleasant chit chat with your aunt and uncle, while waiting for you!"

Both Vernon and Petunia looked rather nauseous. Dudley looked like he was ready to pass out. Apparently they hadn't found the conversation as pleasant as Dumbledore had.

"Uh, yeah" Harry said slowly. "I just went for a walk…"

"Ah, Yes of course!" Dumbledore replied smiling "it's a very pleasant morning today isn't it? Not quite common for Surrey, I understand?" he looked towards the Dursley's for confirmation. Vernon nodded his head quickly and Petunia and Dudley followed his lead.

Dumbledore turned to look at Harry again.

"You must be wondering why we are here, of course?" he asked politely.

Harry nodded silently. He had just remembered that the last time he and Dumbledore had been in the same room, Harry had broken quite a few of his possessions. The memory embarrassed him. Then he remembered the prophecy. He looked at the Weasley's with a little suspicion in his eyes. How much did they know? Did Dumbledore tell them about the prophecy?

"Well, regretfully I cannot tell you everything now." Dumbledore started.

Harry was angry. Didn't Dumbledore realise that keeping things from him led to horrible things?

"Not because I don't trust you Harry," Dumbledore said, probably seeing Harry's anger in his eyes. "But I think it would be unwise for your relatives to hear much about the situation. I fear,"

Here Dumbledore cleared his throat. ", that your location has been compromised."

"What?" Harry said blankly. "Aren't there wards protecting the house? I thought it had something to do with my blood…?"

"Yes, indeed there are, Harry. " Dumbledore said gravely. "But if you recall, when Tom was resurrected in your fourth year, he took some of your blood." He paused.

Realisation dawned on Harry. If his blood ran in Voldemort's body, then the blood wards protecting him would surely be compromised. But something still confused Harry.

"Why hasn't he attacked before?" Harry asked. "It's been well over a year since he came back. Why hasn't he attacked before?" he repeated.

Dumbledore nodded. "You see, Harry, "he started. "Sharing blood alone isn't enough to surpass the magic protecting this house. You need to have the right to call this place home."

Harry still didn't understand. "Voldemort can't call this place home!" he said.

"No," Dumbledore agreed. "He can't. But having shown that he can possess your mind through the link that you share, I fear it could be possible for him to force you into rejecting this house as your home."

"I don't understand..." Harry started. "What would that do?"

"If you cannot call this house your home, Harry "Bill said quietly. "The blood magic surrounding this house collapses. And You-know-who can walk in anytime and massacre you and your family."

Petunia gave a squeak of fear and clutched the table for dear life. Vernon and Dudley simply went purple around their necks.

"I've inspected the wards around the house, Harry. " Bill continued in the same tone. "They're stable right now, because you are here, and you acknowledge this house as your permanent home. But when you go away to school," he paused.

Harry got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"The wards have been growing weaker and weaker for the past few years Harry, "Bill said.

"I think it has something to do with the fact that you think Hogwarts is more of a home to you, than this place ever was."

He saw Mrs. Weasley and Ginny glare at the Dursley's, who cowered under their murderous gaze.

"This year when you go away to school, the wards will be at an all time low." Bill concluded. "Making it very easy for Voldemort to break them and hold your family hostage."

The Dursley's were all pale now. Petunia seemed to resisting the urge to burst into tears.

"What do we do, then?" Harry whispered.

"We're going to move you and your family to separate locations." Mr Weasley spoke now with authority.

"Your family will live under the protection of the Order until we've re-established some new wards around the house. And you will live with us till you have to go back to school in September." He finished.

Vernon finally found his voice.
"What do you mean, you're going to move us?!" he shouted outraged. "You come in here, into my house and tell me that you're just going to make us leave our house, just because of this boy?"

"Would you rather you and your family die a slow and painful death at the hands of a sadistic sorcerer?" Bill said evenly.

Vernon fell silent.

"I didn't think so." Bill smiled smugly.

"With that, Harry," Dumbledore started loudly, drowning out Vernon's angry mutterings.

"Let me say that we will move you and your family in two days time to a new and safe location."

He stood up. "The Weasleys are currently on their way there right now." He smiled, his eyes were twinkling. "Mr Weasley and Mr. Weasley kindly offered me a lift here on their way."

Fred and George whooped wildly and Mr and Mrs Weasley rolled their eyes with exasperation.

"This is the last time any of you will ever drive." Mrs Weasley muttered under her breath, but she was still loud enough for Harry to hear her. "Worse than Stan of the Knight Bus, those two are…"

"We'll see you there, mate." Ron said grinning. Ginny smiled at him. "Sorry I've been so weird in my letters, haven't been able to write freely. Owl networks being watched." He said, confirming Harry's suspicions.

"I'll tell you about everything once you join us in a few days, then!" he finished with a laugh.

"Right!" Harry grinned back at him and punched on the shoulder. "How's Hermione?"

"She's gone to China with her parents on holiday." Ginny piped up. "That's why she hasn't written much; owls from China are expensive."

Before Harry could reply, Mrs. Weasley herded her family out of the kitchen and into the hallway. They left soon after, but not before Mrs Weasley grabbed Harry in the infamous Weasley hug and gave him box full of homemade treacle tart.

"Well," thought Harry as he waved goodbye to the Weasleys, who were all miraculously seated in the Ford Anglia along with Dumbledore. "It's been an interesting morning. And I haven't even had breakfast yet."

Speaking of breakfast, lets get out that Treacle tart!

What part of 'Shut it' do you not understand?