Warm Night at Hogwarts

by GryffindorBoy

Harry and Ron are now going through some difficult times. See if they can get though it. Where will they go from here? Chapter 16 is UP FINALLY!

10. Coming Clean Part 2

"Warm Night at Hogwarts"

"Chapter 10"

"Coming Clean Part 2"

A/N: First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone who reads this story. It has taken me quite some time to write this chapter, and through many hardships, this chapter has still gotten done. I must admit, I had quite a bit of it done, almost a month ago, but my computer crashed, I lost everything except the first section. So, let me say thank you to Eba for not getting rid of the email that I sent to him.

Also, huge thank you's go out to Christy and Ashley and Susan. Christy has spent many hours with me regarding this chapter in getting everything just right. And a thank you to Ashley for taking the much needed time to beta this story. Susan, for the numerous ideas that you have put into my head for this story. You are and always will be my Hermione! As common knowledge states that I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS! HARRY POTTER, RONALD WEASLEY, PETUNIA DURSLEY, MOLLY WEASLEY, VERNON DURSLEY, ARTHUR WEASLEY, AND HERMIONE GRANGER BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING AND WARNER BROTHERS.

Coming Clean Pt. 2

The two boys finished telling Molly of how they came to find out that the other was gay. Each had their own moments of surprise. Harry, when Ron had told his mum about him having a talk with Hermione in the Room of Requirements, and Ron when Harry had told Molly about seeing him for the first time during their first year when Ron had decided to sacrifice himself during their live game of Wizard Chess. With each confession, Molly squealed with delight and clapped her hands together.

A shadow appeared in the doorway. Arthur stood there staring in at the three people sitting in the room.

"Everything all right dear?" Molly asked him.

Arthur ignored his wife's question and walked over to his son. He stared down at him for a moment and then grabbed him by the front of his robes and pulled him up, out of the chair that he was in. He stood there, looking at his son for a moment. He put his arms around his son and pulled him into a deep embrace. A tear quietly escaped him and dripped onto Ron's robes. "No matter what, Ronald Bilbus Weasley, I love you. Remember that, OK?"

"Yes dad." Ron replied, "I love you too."

Arthur put his son back down in the chair and looked over at Harry. No words were coming to him at this moment. He walked over to him and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and asked him to stand up.

Harry stood, his knees shaking on the inside of his robes. He had never been so scared in his life. Not even when he faced Voldemort in his first year at Hogwarts. "Yes, Mr. Weasley?"

"No more of this Mr. Weasley stuff. Call me dad now. Welcome to the family son."

Harry stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face. He didn't know what to say, so he decided that saying nothing was better than mucking everything up. He reached out and embraced Arthur tightly. "Thank you" he whispered. "Thank you for loving me."

Ron put his hand on his mothers shoulder to calm her erratic sobbing, and she pulled him into a deep familial embrace.

BR

Petunia Dursley sat at the kitchen table drinking her morning tea and reading the daily paper. Her thin boney fingers were stroking a wooden box that sat next to her, running along the top, then down the side, and back up. She was torn from her reading of the paper by a tapping on the window. The familiar snowy white bird stood on the window sill holding her leg out with a letter attached. "Hedwig," she said as she stood up quickly, spilling some of her tea on the table. She quickly made her way over to the window and opened it, allowing the bird to come inside. She reached out and untied the letter and briskly walked over to the cupboards and pulled out a small tin that was hidden behind the healthy items. She pulled out a few of the owl treats that Harry had left in his hurry to leave the house and gave them to the bird. She then quickly stuffed the tin back up in its hiding spot and sat down at the table and ripped open the envelope.

"Aunt Petunia,

We will be visiting today around 4 PM. We have very pressing news that needs to be discussed today. Please make sure that Uncle Vernon is also in attendance.

Sincerely,

Harry"

Petunia dropped the letter as her hand tightened on the box. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was only 10:00 in the morning. As Hedwig flew out number 4 Privet Drive, Petunia brought her body to its full frame. She held the box under her arm and briskly walked to the stairs. Her eyes quickly scanned the hallway and she began to prepare for her nephew's arrival.

BR

Harry and Ron sat at the breakfast table quietly eating while sneaking peeks at each other. Molly was busying herself doing minor household chores. She kept stealing glances at the boys and smiling to herself. She had never seen her son so happy before, and it made her spirit sing with happiness to see him this way. She looked up through the window and saw the garden gnomes starting to begin their antics. She pulled out her wand and headed out the door. "YOU GARDEN GNOMES SETTLE DOWN! I SAID…"

Harry took this chance to give his boyfriend a kiss. The food had long been finished and they sat looking at each other. Harry reached out and took Ron's hands in his. He could feel a slight but prominent tremble in them. "What's wrong love?"

"What do you mean Harry?" Ron replies clueless.

"I can feel you trembling. Tell me what's wrong."

Ron got up and began walking around the long table. By the time that he had reached the end of his side, the room was already filled with silence. He rounded the corners and made his way back up the other side. He passed the kitchen door and Molly could be seen outside still chasing an unruly garden gnome. Ron turned his back to the door and placed his hands on the table and gently leaned onto it. "I have to tell you mate, I'm really nervous about this afternoon and your family."

Harry placed his hand over Ron's and looked deeply into his fretful brown eyes. "You have nothing to worry about because I will be there to protect you. Today isn't about their approval Ron, it's just for their information." Harry quickly gave Ron's hand a little squeeze of reassurance. He could see all of the tension and worry drain from Ron's body. He gave a smile that made Ron shudder.

BR

All things are calm in the garden; Molly made her way back up to the house. She crossed the garden and quietly stepped into the doorway.

"You have nothing to worry about because I will be there to protect you. Today isn't about their approval Ron, it's just for their information." Harry said to Ron. She could see all of the tension leave her son's body. She also saw the look on Harry's face as he was saying this. The love in his eyes was radiant along with the green. Oh Merlin, with one look, Harry calmed the fears of two Weasley's this morning. Without really realizing that the fear had even been on her mind, Molly was relieved to know that both boys were serious about each other. The love shining from Harry's face touched Molly as she watched its affect on her son.

Arthur does that for me with just a few words, too

The tension that had radiated off her son most of the morning had melted away. With a small sniff and brisk manner, she cleared her throat and entered the kitchen, reaching for a tissue off the table to dry her eyes. "Well now, how about a nice cut of tea?"

Ron, hearing his mother's voice, tensed up again. Harry squeezed his hand again and gave him a reassuring look. Ron grinned and relaxed. Ron moved back around the table to Harry's side and they held hands under the table.

BR

Petunia was tiding up the house half heartedly as her mind was on is on the coming meeting. Her eyes were repeatedly drawn to the wall clock as she moved from room to room. Things must be perfect for this visit. She had just checked to make sure that Harry's room was locked up so no one could get into it if they try. The furniture in the sitting room was appropriately rearranged for today's meeting. She now had Vernon's chair away from the fireplace and the table by the loveseat that was against the wall. The middle of the room was empty. Petunia carefully picked up the kitchen table and drug it into the sitting room. She got it placed where she wanted it in front of the fireplace; she made her way into the kitchen to make sure that the food was coming along nicely.

The kitchen had never been so dirty before today. Petunia was using every appliance that she had to make all of the snacks. She walked into the kitchen and gave a small sigh as she knew that there were still 2 hours until her nephew would be arriving with someone. She reached into the front pocket of her apron and then shook her head no. She withdrew her hand and opened the oven door to see that the sugar cookies were just beginning to rise up. She went over to the counter and checked on the dough. It also was beginning to rise, but it would still be a bit before she would need to knead the dough. She mulled around in the kitchen for a bit longer than went to sit down in the sitting room from every angle to make sure that every place gave a good view of the fireplace. She took a rest and stared at the blank TV. Her life was changing just as she had always wanted it to, but it wasn't happening soon enough.

BR

Hermione Granger made her way up to the Gryffindor common room. She had just finished her last final for the year and dreadfully missed her two best friends by her side. She wanted to share this moment with them, just as she wanted to share with them what happened during the Potions final. She still could not believe that she had snapped at Professor Snape like that. It was something that she had never thought she would ever do, but the urge to laugh was so strong that she had to give in to it. She carefully stepped through the Fat Lady's Portrait and went over to the fireplace. She had remembered all the nights that she would wake up to find Harry here just staring into the darkness, almost begging his Godfather Sirius to come through and talk to him.

She sat down on the chair that was normally Ron's and the thoughts came back of her watching one of their first kisses. To this day, she still hadn't told anyone about that night, she hadn't even told Ron or Harry. She wanted to tell them what she saw, but she was afraid that they would get upset at her for spying on them. She wasn't intentionally spying on them though. She had woken up and could not go back to sleep. She was going to go to the common room to watch the fire and hope that it would make her tired again. When she came to the bottom of the stairs, she stopped because she heard a voice. It was Ron's. He was saying something to Harry, who looked like he was falling asleep where he sat. It was then that it happened. She saw Ron lean down and kiss Harry's forehead, and then furthered his kiss to Harry's mouth. She knew that they were gay, and that they were dating, but seeing this was an entirely different thing. She thought it was cute that her two best friends were so happy. Hermione had been worried about Harry for a while now, because she knew that it must be hard to always be in the spotlight, and to never have any privacy. She silently hoped that Harry would soon find love or something that would cause him to be happy.

A loud crack from the fireplace pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up at the Gryffindor Crest on the wall and was immediately pulled back into another one. She saw in her mind Harry and Ron standing under the crest arguing. It seemed that Ron had not shown up somewhere that he was supposed to. She slowly fell into the memory and let it overtake her.

FLASHBACK

"I thought we agreed to meet tonight Ron, where were you?" Harry asked still out of breath from running across the castle.

"I was sitting here. I thought it was tomorrow night Harry, I'm really sorry." Ron replied while shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

Harry sighed and plopped down into his own chair and looked over at Ron. "I just don't see how you forgot about it, that's all."

"Harry, you know my memory."

"You're right Ron, maybe I should just leave a note on your forehead telling you when our meeting times are." Harry said. He was visibly getting angry, even though he told himself he would not.

"That's not fair Harry, and you know it's not."

"No, what's not fair is that I have been waiting all week to be able to talk to you without anyone listening in, and that one shot was ruined because you forgot about it. There's things that I really want to tell you Ron." Harry sighed again. He knew in his mind that there was no reason for him to be blowing this out of proportion like he was, he just couldn't help it.

Ron lowered his head in his hands. "I'm sorry Harry. Really, I am."

Harry looked around the common room and saw that no one else was there. He stood up and pulled Ron out of his chair and walked to the table under the crest. He picked up a goblet of warm pumpkin juice and gave it to Ron. He picked one up for himself. "I know you're sorry Ron, but we have to do something about your memory." He took a drink of the juice and smiled.

Ron sighed and took a drink from the goblet that Harry had handed him and looked up into Harry's green eyes. "I know love, and believe me, I want to. I don't know what I can do though."

Harry thought about that for a while but still came with nothing. He didn't know what he could do to help Ron's memory at all. He didn't want to use a spell, but he knew of nothing else, so he kept his mouth shut.

Hermione again could not sleep. She came down the stairs as the two boys were arguing in the chairs. She was now glad to see that they had worked out their differences and were now getting along. She suddenly felt tired again and made her way back up the stairs.

END FLASHBACK

Hermione sighed with the memories that were coming to her now. She still longed to be with her two best friends, but she knew that she couldn't. She sat in her chair and began to think of many of the times that they had shared together.

BR

Harry got up from the table and quickly regarded Molly "I would love some tea Mrs. Weasley, but I have to make sure that everything is ready for this afternoon. Thank you though." With that said, Harry turned and quickly walked up the stairs to Ron's bedroom. He knew that he didn't bring anything with him, but he thought that he'd better give Ron and Molly some time alone.

In the kitchen, Ron still sat at the table and quietly watched his mother. He knew he wanted to ask how much she had heard, but whenever he tried to talk, his throat would shut on him and he couldn't speak. He just sat and stared at her for quite some time before she took a seat at the table. "You know dear, I'm glad to see that you and Harry are taking this whole thing with his aunt and uncle seriously."

"Wha- what do you mean mum?" Ron stammered.

"Just that you two boys know the seriousness of your relationship together. I know that you two have liked each other for a long time, thanks to last night, but you're not running into this carefree. You're really being adult about it."

"Speaking of that, how much did you hear standing in the doorway?"

"Oh, not much, and it's not important how much I heard Ronald. What's important is that you two are really in love and that is the first thing that needs to be addressed." She took the teapot and cup into her hand and poured herself and her son a steaming cup of tea. She then fell silent. She had no clue what to say.

Ron blushed when his mom said things like this. It always embarrassed him when she gave him love advice. Not that he never wanted to take it, but because she was his mum. It was just weird when she gave told him things like this, especially now that she knows about him and Harry. "Mum, of course Harry and I are taking this seriously. It's just a relief to have you and dad know about it. But I'm still worried about this afternoon." Ron turned and looked at the clock and saw that they would be leaving in an hour to floo to the Dursley's. He shuddered at the thought of being in their house. The same house that the horrible things that Harry had relayed to him and Hermione all those summers. He was relieved when Molly put her hand over his and just let it rest there.

"It will be ok dear. Harry won't let anything happen to you." Molly said, trying to make her son at ease about the situation that he was getting ready to get in to.

"I'm not worried about anything happening to me Mum. I'm worried about something happening to Harry. These are the people that didn't feed him well, and locked him in the cupboard under the stairs," Ron shuddered with the next statement, "and made him wear Dudley's old clothes."

Molly shook her head while Ron was mentioning these things. "I know dear." She looked down at the table for a while then looked up at her son and saw the tears in his eyes, threatening to betray him and fall. "Oh Ronald." Molly stood up and walked around the table quickly and sat down next to her son and put her arms around him. She ran her hand up and down his back just like she did when he was a little boy and he was scared of the thunderstorms. Immediately Ron began to relax. She could still feel some tense spots on his back, but she knew that Harry would have to take care of those. There was nothing more she could do then to be there for her son, and his boyfriend. "I know you're worried about Harry, but he can take care of himself. We've seen that haven't we? Every year at school, something has happened, and you've been right there by his side," Molly leaned down and kissed the side of Ron's face, "and if he can handle all of that, then why wouldn't he be able to handle a couple of muggles?"

"I know Mum, but this is different. This is his family."

"That makes no difference Ronald. Harry can take care of himself just fine. And as we can tell, he can take care of you too." Molly smiled. "I know this is hard for you dear, but the best thing you can do is to be there for him when he needs you. And I think today is one of the biggest days that he wants you by his side."

"I want to be there, really I do. I just don't know if I can do it."

"Ron, you don't have to say anything to them. All you have to do is be there by his side when he needs you. And that is exactly what you are doing. Harry needs you today, are you going to let him do this alone?"

"No, I can't do that to him. Even after everything he's been through, he'll still need someone there by his side." Ron puffed out his chest. "And that should be me."

Molly smiled at her son's boldness. "You're right Ron. Why not go on upstairs and make sure that everything is ok with Harry. He's been up there for a while now, and you need to floo in a little bit."

"Ok Mum." Ron stood up and walked over to the stairs. He climbed them quietly and went directly to his room. He could hear Harry inside moving stuff around. Or it seemed like he was moving stuff around. Ron put his hand on the doorknob and the door quickly swung open. He walked into his room to see it entirely clean. It even looked like the Chudley Cannon's poster above his bed was sparkling. Everything was in its place and Harry was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, dripping with sweat. Ron walked over to him and helped him stand up. "Everything alright Mate?"

Harry looked deep into Ron's eyes and knew that everything would be ok today. "Yeah, everything's fine. I was just," Harry looked around the room, "a bit nervous about this afternoon so I thought I'd clean up a bit. Calm myself down."

"It looks like it worked. We have to go in a little bit, but I wanted to tell you that I will be by your side no matter what today. I don't care about anything other than you right now." Ron gave Harry a kiss on the lips and let them linger, savoring the taste that was Harry's mouth. He wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him as close as he could without hurting him. The warmth emanating from Harry's body was breathtaking. Ron held on to Harry as tight as he could. He never wanted this moment to end, but unfortunately, it had to.

"YOU BOYS BETTER HURRY UP. IT'S ALMOST FOUR O'CLOCK!" Molly yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Ron let go of Harry and looked into his green eyes. "Are you ready mate?"

Harry sighed and then nodded. He knew that it was either now or never. He gave Ron a quick kiss and walked down the stairs to where Molly was waiting. He gave her a quick smile and walked into the living room. He looked at the fireplace and the little pot of floo powder. He picked it up and put some of the powder in this pocket for him and Ron to return when they had finished telling his aunt and uncle about him and Ron. He grabbed three handfuls before he realized just how much he had taken. Ron was standing by his side waiting for him to lead the way. Harry looked up at Molly, "Thank you again Mrs. Weasley. We will be back after we get done over there."

"Not a problem dear, and just remember to stay safe." She gave both of the boys a quick hug and stepped back. "I love you Ron."

"Love you too Mum." Ron echoed. Harry stepped into the fireplace and said loudly, "NUMBER 4 PRIVET DRIVE!" and threw the powder down to his feet and watched as the green flames engulfed him. The familiar spinning came back as he was being pulled through the floo tunnels.

Molly saw Harry disappear and said more to herself than to Ron, "I guess I really do have more than 5 sons." She wiped a tear from her eye as she saw Ronald step into the fireplace with a big grin and follow Harry to the Dursley's home.

When the spinning stopped Harry stepped out of the fireplace and stepped off to the side. The green flames rose again as Ron formed inside the hearth. Ron stepped out of the fireplace and quickly grabbed Harry's hand. This was the first time he had ever been inside the Dursley's home. As homey as Harry's Aunt Petunia had made it, he didn't think that normally, there was food sitting out. From what Harry's told me, this looks like a feast fit for his cousin, Dudley. Ron thought to himself. Ron was surprised to see a steaming pot of tea and still steaming crumpets among several snacks that he had never seen before. He saw the shadow before he could react. He tried dropping Harry's hand, but Harry held on tight. The thin frame of Petunia Dursley came into view. Ron quickly dropped his eyes to the table again. Something caught his eyes. Amongst all the food, a box was sitting on the corner closest to them. Ron looked back up to see Petunia giving her nephew a knowing look. He could feel Harry relax against him. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but was startled by the front door banging open. An extremely large shadow appeared on the wall. Vernon Dursley could be heard swearing as he made his way to the sitting room. The same room that Harry and Ron were in holding hands. Vernon came around the corner and stopped abruptly. "What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Dursley bellowed.

Petunia stepped forward and led him to his chair, which was now placed across the room from them. As he sat, he picked up a still steaming cup of tea and fell into his chair. He quickly sucked down his tea while glancing from the boys, to Petunia, back to the boys. "Vernon, the boys came here today to tell us something very important." Petunia looked to Harry as she dropped her hand into the front pocket of her apron.

Harry dropped Ron's hand and took a step forward. "Err, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon. Ron and I have something to tell you."

"I've gathered that much boy, get on with it!" Vernon prodded from his chair.

Ron saw Petunia tighten her grip on whatever item was in her apron.

"Ok, Aunt, Uncle, Ron and I are together, we're dating." Harry tensed while waiting for a reaction.

Vernon Dursley's plump face drained of all it's color, then quickly flushed a dark red. Before anyone could move, he bolted out of his chair with his arms outstretched, reaching for Harry's untamed hair. He stopped when he noticed a thin long piece of wood pointed at his face. He looked up the arm and saw the bright blue eyes from his wife. "Wha- what's going on?" Vernon stammered.

Harry and Ron both stepped back in awe. Petunia was holding a wand to her husband's face. "You will sit down and listen to what Harry has to say, then you sit and listen to what I have to say." Petunia kept the wand steady as Vernon carefully lowered himself into his chair. She looked over to Harry and Ron and put her wand back into her apron. She handed them both cups of tea and sat down, waiting for Harry to continue.

Harry looked down and shuffled his feet on the carpet. "Err. That's really it. Just that Ron and I, yeah." Harry carefully looked back up to see his aunt smiling brightly at him. In all the years he had lived here, he had never seen her smile so big before. He couldn't help it. He smiled himself and looked at Ron, who was also smiling.

Vernon finally spoke up from his chair, "Is this some kind of joke? Boy, did you give your aunt your wand?"

Harry stepped forward and looked his uncle in the eyes and shook his head. "I have my wand right here." He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Ron had pulled out his wand also.

"Vernon, this is no joke. Since the boys have said everything that they want to say, I guess it is my turn." Petunia brought her tall frame out of the small overstuffed chair. She walked over to the table and picked up the large wooden box and brought it to a clear spot on the table and opened it up. The lid was facing Vernon so he could not see inside. She moved an object out of the way and pulled out a thick manila envelope. She threw it down in Vernon's lap. "Vernon, there are things about myself that I never told you. And it seems now, that even after having Harry here for so long, these things, you will not be able to accept. I want a divorce. The papers are all drawn up, and have been for quite some time. All you need to do is sign them." Petunia closed the box and stepped back towards the boys.

"WHAT IS THIS? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT A DIVORCE? IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?" Vernon screamed from his chair.

"This is no joke Vernon. There are things from my past that I have come to accept, whether you accept them or not, it doesn't matter."

Vernon Dursley had just been hit with a sack of bricks. He started to get up but saw Petunia and Harry both reaching for their wands, and sat back down. "OUT! I WANT ALL OF YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE! I WILL NOT HAVE THIS NONSENSE GOING ON HERE! LEAVE NOW!"

With a loud crack, Petunia Dursley disappeared from the room. Harry could hear something being opened and shut upstairs, in what seemed to be his room. He also heard a faint "Alohamora." With another loud crack, Petunia was back in the sitting room wearing dark black robes. "I'm sorry it's come to this Vernon. I really am."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Petunia looked at the boys and pulled her wand out of her robes, and with a quick flick, she said "Locomotar." A door could be heard opening upstairs and loud thunks coming from the stairway as something was coming down the stairs.

Harry and Ron both looked toward the hallway and saw trunk after trunk lining up at the front of the sitting room. It really did seem that Aunt Petunia had had this planned for a long time. All of her things were already packed. They continued lining up as Petunia looked at the boys and with a sheepish smile she asked, "May I come with you boys?"

Harry looked to Ron and saw a quick nod of yes and he walked over to the large pile of trunks. With a bit of effort, he pulled them over to the fireplace and threw some floo powder inside and said loudly, "THE BURROW!". He said a quick spell with a flick of his wand, the trunks began flying into the hearth. When all of them were through, Ron stepped inside and followed Harry's head. The green flames engulfed him and he disappeared.

Vernon Dursley still sat in his chair wide eyed and open mouthed. He could not believe what he was seeing. He also could not believe that his wife had just asked for a divorce.

BR

Molly Weasley heard the first loud thunk and made her way into the living room and let out a gasp as she saw many trunks being flung into her living room. They were neatly stacked off to the side. When the last trunk came through, the green flames grew and the image of her son stepped out of the fireplace. He nodded to his mum and smiled. "Everything's alright Mum, and it seems we have a guest."

BR

Petunia Dursley took the floo powder from Harry and stepped inside the fireplace. "Harry, it's been so long, I'm not sure if I remember how to do this."

Harry smiled and turned her hand over. He screamed "THE BURROW!" and watched the green flames take his aunt away to his second home. When she was gone, Harry heard a noise across the room. Vernon Dursley was on his feet and charging at Harry. He wasn't saying anything, but he had a look of feral rage on his face. Harry withdrew his wand and watched the look of rage instantly change to a look to total fright. "I'm leaving Uncle Dursley. And you don't have to worry, you will never see me again."

Vernon stood still. His mouth opened and the words poured out. "YOU BLOODY FAGGOT! GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! I NEVER EVER WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE OR SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! HOW DARE YOU COME TO MY HOUSE WITH THAT," Vernon's whole body shook as he was screaming, "PERSON YOU CALL A BOYFRIEND! YOU TAKE YOUR SICKNESS AWAY FROM HERE!"

Before Vernon could finish his sentence, Harry was already through the fireplace and stepping into the Weasley's living room. He saw Petunia start to shake as she couldn't believe what she had just done. Molly was herding her into the kitchen to make a pot of tea. Harry looked over at Ron and smiled. "I never thought this would be a rescue mission."

Ron grabbed his boyfriend's hand and kissed him deeply. "Neither did I mate, neither did I."

The two boys walked hand in hand into the kitchen to see Molly and Petunia talking like they had been best friend's who had been separated for years, and were just reacquainted.