A/N: Can't talk now! I'm running from the Dementors! They know that I used Imperio to get you guys to review (LOL) and I'm actually wondering if it worked (I'm not kidding!). I've gotten more reviews for this than I had for any other story and I just want to thank you guys. *Cookies for everybody!* So I haven't heard any news about SOPA…

*Throws glitter to celebrate*

So, it looks like SOPA is probably not going to be passed. I hope that it's not! I hope you all like this chapter! *Throws some more glitter and cookies*

Disclaimer: I no own it.

The next few weeks were pleasant for Harry and the Weasleys. Harry had begun to warm up to the Molly and Arthur, but he was sad when they took Bill and Charlie to King's Cross. He had wanted to spend some more time with them…

He also had a lot of fun with Luna, playing her "catch the Nargle game" and finger painted with her. Harry had never been allowed to do anything the least bit creative, or do anything that didn't involve cleaning the oven (he hated that chore, not because it involved cleaning, but because Aunt Petunia had threatened to shove him in there once.).
Harry was also glad that none of his foster siblings were like Dudley. Sure, Fred and George freaked him out with the constant banging around and pranking, and Percy was really boring, and Ron liked play fighting, but it was worth being pranked, being bored to death, or just play fighting, to not be punched around or hit with a belt.

A few times, of course, Molly or Arthur got angry because the twins would do something (like turning Ron's teddy into a baby spider) but Harry was glad that it wasn't directed at him.

Harry and Ron got on pretty well, and both enjoyed playing out in the backyard. Ron had in fact apologized for pushing Harry into the pond, and Harry forgave him.

They had been playing in the backyard one day in September, when a blonde figure approached – Luna. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back into two short pigtails and Luna was wearing a light yellow sundress, and she was carrying what looked like a photo in her hand.

"Hi!" she greeted, and Harry and Ron greeted her back. Luna handed the photo to Harry and whispered to him, as though it was some sort of secret, "Mummy said give it to you." She smiled and nodded towards it. Harry looked down at the moving picture.

There was a woman with dark auburn hair and bright green eyes, sitting next to a man with black hair and brown eyes, and on the other side of them, Harry sat. Also, there was a man with ear length black hair, and another with short sandy brown hair that was flecked with gray. The photo appeared to have been cut. Harry recognized them as his parents, having seen a few pictures by now, but he didn't know who the other men where.

"Dat's Pafoot and Moo'y." Luna informed him and Ron, pointing at the two men. "Mummy don't like Peeta." Harry didn't bother asking who "Peeta" was, and looked at the picture again, taking in everything from what they were wearing to the background of the photo.

It appeared to be someone's kitchen, one he eventually recognized as the Lovegood's refurbished old kitchen. He saw that the china in the background was the exact same, and there were moving portraits on the wall of an older man, woman, and two boys, too. He hadn't seen that, though, but everything else was pretty much the same.

"Tank you, Lunes." Harry smiled and Luna giggled at the nickname. Harry and Ron both grinned and took the photo in to show Molly, not aware that she was watching out the back window.

She had watched how innocently they played, and she was satisfied with how both Harry and the other children were adjusting (Harry to being treated well, and the other children to having another sibling.).

There was just one thing that was bugging Molly – the trial.

They still had a few days left before they had to appear in front of the Wizamengot (Spelling?) and face the Dursleys for their horrible crimes. They hadn't told Harry yet, knowing how younger children reacted to these kinds of things, and not wanting him to panic about having to see his aunt and uncle. She sighed, mentally debating what to do.

That night, around 7, she and Arthur were talking in the hallway about the subject.

"How do we explain this to him?" Arthur had asked her, a bit tense.

"I think we just need to sit him down and talk… hopefully it'll be easier than giving Bill 'the Talk'". Molly shuddered as she remembered the awkwardness of that conversation.

A few minutes later, she and Arthur took Harry by the hand and led him into their own bedroom to talk with no interruptions.

"Harry, you remember what your aunt and uncle did to you, don't you?" Harry nodded slowly, and nervously.
"In a few days, we're going to have to go to a trial. They're going to be asking you a few questions about your aunt and uncle. Do you think you can answer them?" Harry didn't respond, nor did he meet Molly's gaze.

Arthur knelt down next to Harry and tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"Your aunt and uncle are going to be in the room, son." Harry eyes widened and he opened his mouth to retort. "They won't hurt you. They will be bound and they will testify. The purpose is to punish them. They will never hurt you. Ever."

Harry sat down on the floor and bit his lip.

"Pease don't gimme back…"

"We won't," Arthur spoke sincerely, knowing that Harry was going to be scared to see Vernon again. They were going to make sure that Vernon did nothing to hurt him or scar him for life.

A/N: Okay, here we go, guys! Sorry it's up so late. I've had way too much homework! Also I've been lazy… plus I've had a bunch of writer's block… sorry. Hope you enjoyed this.

Cloves :)