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A/N: As one of my illustrious reviewers mentioned I'm leaving a lot of questions behind. Feel free to ask me. I may answer. I may not. But at least if you have a question that I've forgotten to consider I can take care of it. Thanks loads to all my reviewers and Beta readers! Title courtesy of Vaerom (FFnet ID: 674037)

Of Reunions and Redheads

Harry grinned happily as he walked down the hallways of Hogwarts on his way back to the library. I'm heir to one of the greatest wizards ever, the founder of my own house no less. I'm away from the Dursleys. I'm at Hogwarts over the summer. And if that's not the best, I'm keeping a huge secret from the master of secrets himself, Dumbledore. Harry fought the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl at that thought. He had almost reached the library when he heard a shout coming from behind him.

"Harry! Wait up!" Harry turned in shock to see one of his best friends coming barrelling down the hallway to catch up with him.

"Ron! What are you doing here? After all the fuss they had made in previous years about students staying during the summer, I didn't think anyone would be allowed to see me," said Harry. He frowned a minute at the doors to the library. He really wanted to hang out with his friend, but he was dying to try out a couple spells to see how right Godric was.

"I just get here to spend time with you and you're wanting to spend all your time in the library? What have they done to you, mate?" asked Ron indignantly. Harry smiled at that. Who would have thought that he would willingly enter the library when he wasn't researching curses and charms for a competition? He shrugged off his eagerness to start looking for books. There would be plenty of time for that later, especially if Ron wasn't going to be here for too long. Besides, Godric had told him that he could come by at any time the next day.

"Nothing at all, I'm just bored. I was going to get a head start on my homework. But since you're here I don't have to," Harry smiled up at Ron. He frowned for a moment, dismayed that Ron was still taller than him. Godric was tall. If he really were Harry's ancestor, wouldn't he be taller by now?

"C'mon then! Let's go get something to eat in the kitchens. You can tell me all about what happened after you got off the train," said Ron, turning to head off in the direction of the kitchens, barely even taking notice of Harry following. Certainly not noticing the look of horror on Harry's face as he realized that not only would he be keeping his secret from Dumbledore, he would also be keeping it from his best friends.

"Err… There's not really anything I can remember after leaving you at the station. First thing I remembered I was waking up in the Hospital wing. That and some funny dreams I had," said Harry quickly, trying to hide his moment of dismay at not being able to tell his friends.

"Ah well. Pity that. Mum reckons that the Dursleys, themselves, tried to do you in and fled the country. She was ready to go off and hunt them down herself. Moody told her off, said "it could've been the Death Eaters". Then Snape said something about you; I couldn't hear that part. But whatever it was it set the whole order up in shouting matches. You should have been there, Harry!"

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"So, anyway, when Dumbledore flooed us this morning asking dad to come by, for something to do with the order, I started waving at him from the corner of the kitchen trying to get his attention. There was no way I was going to pass up a chance to visit you while you're stuck here." Harry stared at his ice cream. He had started tuning Ron out after the first fifteen minutes of the retelling of the different exploits of his brothers. Despite the snacks provided by Dobby, he had kept talking almost constantly.

Harry shook his head at Ron. "Well, I'm certainly glad you came. Hopefully they'll let you come again once in awhile this summer. Have you heard from Hermione?" asked Harry. The more he talks, the less chances I have to accidentally say anything about Godric. Until I can ask him about letting Ron and Hermione know.

"She sent me a letter at the beginning of the summer. She said her parents were taking her on a vacation. I think she mentioned something about Greece, but I can't remember right now," answered Ron. He stopped a moment to take a bite of the biscuit that he had been waving around as he talked.

"Is that safe? I would imagine that if Voldemort is coming after me then she would be a target too," asked Harry worriedly, ignoring Ron's wince at Voldemort's name.

"Actually I asked dad that too, right after I got her letter. He said that Hermione had actually owled Dumbledore as soon as she found out about their summer plans and he assigned some of the Order members to tag along."

"Does that mean that Dumbledore actually thinks that something might happen?"

"Nah. I think it's probably just to make sure she feels safe. You-Know-Who seems to be concentrating on you. Which means staying in this area." Harry nodded thoughtfully. While that meant the majority of the wizarding world was safe, it also meant that his friends that lived in the immediate area were in more danger. For once it seemed that Ron actually noticed the emotions crossing his friends face. "Good thing too really. With him being only active in a small area it gives the Order less area to patrol so they can keep fatalities down to the minimum."

Harry blinked at Ron in shock. "You've really been studying your strategy, haven't you mate?"

Ron turned beat red, "Err… actually I overheard Moody talking to Tonks during one of our trips to headquarters. But then again, I guess in a way I am studying strategy." Ron grinned at Harry. Just as he was taking a breath to continue on the door to the kitchen opened. Harry grinned as he saw who had saved him from another story from the Weasley household.

"Ah! There you two are. I should have known," chuckled Mr. Weasley. He nodded to Harry, "Good to see you, Harry, my boy. Doing better I see? I brought Ron by earlier but you were still in the coma at the time."

"Thank you for that sir. Ron was just telling me." Harry grinned at Mr. Weasley, who chuckled, knowing just how much Ron had been telling him.

"Well, as much fun as I'm sure you were having, it's time for Ron and I to be heading back home. Dumbledore has already given us an invitation to come back for your birthday." Harry and Ron grinned at each other at that one.

"Really? That's great!" exclaimed Harry.

"Quite. Some of the members of the Order are working with us to strengthen the wards on our home so hopefully you'll be able to visit us for a little bit before term starts," said Mr. Weasley. Ron grinned at his father.

"Really? He finally gave in?" asked Ron excitedly before turning to Harry. "We've been trying for ages to convince him to let you stay with us."

"It wouldn't be for long, Ron. Just for a couple days at a time," Mr. Weasley told his son. Ron nodded, still excited by the prospects of Harry staying with him.

"In the meantime we need to get home. Your mother is waiting on us. Again, it's good seeing you, Harry." Mr. Weasley nodded to Harry before turning back to the door, holding it for Ron, hinting at him to hurry up his goodbyes.

"I'll see you on your birthday Harry. See if the headmaster will let you write to us."

Harry nodded. "I'll see what I can do. I'll be looking forward to seeing you then." Ron nodded and waved again before following his dad out of the room.

Harry tapped his foot impatiently as he counted in his head. He took one last biscuit from the tray in front of him before giving up on waiting. He stood quickly and nearly ran to the door, glancing out to see if Ron and his father had left. Seeing the hallway empty he took off running for the library. He had waited long enough as it was. He was glad that Filch seemed to have taken the summer holidays off like the students. Or at least part of the holidays.

Reviews:

Freja Lercke-Falkenborg: I'm glad you like it. Personally I'm not happy with the length of the chapters, but they decided when to end, not me. Go figure, I thought I was the author. chuckle As I said up top, go ahead and ask some of your questions. You may have thought of something I've forgotten.

samyjoc: Is this fast enough for ya?

kuyaga: My pleasure