A/N: Here's the first new chapter since August! This is the 2nd part of chapter 10.
The moment Harry saw the rickety, odd storied house known as the Burrow, Harry's heart started beating at least a hundred times faster. "Maybe I won't… no, Harry, you are going to ask her out." He kept saying this over and over, each time with more conviction. As they walked through the gate, Harry heard shouts of "MUM! Dumbledore's here!" and "IS THAT HARRY?" Molly greeted them at the door.
"Albus, Minerva, come in. Who's this young man with you?" Molly asked, her eyes trying to figure out the answer to her question.
"That's Harry, actually. We'll explain once we get inside, we don't know who may be listening to us." Albus answered pleasantly. Molly's eyebrow rose as if she didn't quite believe him, but she nevertheless invited all three of them inside.
"Ron, Hermione, Ginny! Come downstairs please." There was a clamor of feet rushing down the creaky stairs, and soon, two red heads and a bushy brown haired one appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "Why don't you three take Harry upstairs while I talk to your professors?"
"Mum, where IS Harry?" Ron inquired.
"Harry is right behind Professor McGonagall, Ron."
"That is definitely NOT Harry, Mum."
Ginny, being a good deal more observant than Ron, decided that he might need a little help. "Ronald, take a look. He has the same scar, the same glasses and the same eyes. How many people do you know that have those eyes and that scar? Duh! It has to be Harry." Hermione agreed, but thought it prudent to ask a question first.
"Who taught you the patronus charm?"
"Professor Lupin, third year."
Hermione and Ginny accepted that as an answer and began peppering him with questions. "Slow down! I have a LOT to tell you guys." They all went up to Ron's room and Harry told them all about everything that had happened over the last few days.
"So let me get this straight," Ron looked pretty confused, and Harry was hoping that he'd figure this all out. "Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall are your parents, Snape and James Potter are your brothers and they disguised you to keep you safe from Voldemort because your families have been feuding for years? By the way, now that you've got red hair, you won't stick out so much amongst us Weasleys."
"That's it, Ron. Er…Ginny, could I talk to you alone?" Harry asked nervously. He wasn't afraid of what her brothers could do, since he was so much taller than them now, but he was afraid that she'd say no. Ginny apprehensively followed him out of the room, and the second they were out, Ron and Hermione stuck one of the surviving extendable ears under the door.
"Ginny, I know I've been a bit stupid about love and all of that stuff, but I've been thinking about you for a while, and I would really like it if you'd be willing to be my girlfriend. Would you?"
"Yes, Harry, I've been waiting for you to ask me that since last year! I notice those looks you were giving me. I would love to be your girlfriend."
On the other side of the door, Ron looked at Hermione and whispered with a look of glee, "I told you so! I may have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but even I figured out that those two are perfect for each other."
Molly called from downstairs. "It's dinner time, and your Hogwarts letters are here!"
"So Harry, what did you want to talk to my sister about?" Ron asked. Hermione elbowed him and gave him a death glare that Snape would have been proud of.
Harry decided to break up the pending argument. "So, Ron, how much money will you make off of our roommates when we get back to school?"
Ron looked back at Harry, since he and Hermione were walking ahead of Harry and Ginny, with a fake look of innocence. "Whatever would make you think that your best friend would bet off of your love life, Harry?"
"Ron, I have it on good conscience that you've been taking bets from Dean, Neville and Seamus since third year."
"Okay, maybe I have. But I'm definitely not telling you how much."
The four teens walked into the cozy kitchen and sat down at the table. Ron sat next to Harry, who was sitting next to Ginny. Hermione sat on the other side of Ginny, since she was a bit peeved at Ron for betting on his best friend's love life.
"I have your O.W.L results, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. I must say that I am very proud of your achievements." Dumbledore handed the letters to Ron and Hermione, and handed Ginny her letter.
Hermione looked over her results quickly, with a look that could be considered disappointment. "This says that I'm only second in the year. That can't be right. No one gets better grades than I do."
Harry smiled. "I did."
"But Harry, I got all O's. You can't get better than that!"
"Actually, you can. I got three O plusses." Ron looked at Harry like he had suddenly grown another head.
"You mean that my two best friends are the smartest kids in the year? Hooray!"
Molly took Ron's results from where they lay on the table. "You didn't do so bad either, Ron. It says that you are 8th best in your class, and that means you got more O.W.L. s than Fred and George combined! What about you, Ginny? Did you make prefect?"
"No, but I got something better than that today."
"What?"
"A boyfriend, Harry, to be specific."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "I guess that means I owe you a galleon, then, hmm, Minerva?"
They had a delicious dinner, complete with chocolate cake. "Now that we are all full, let us adjourn to the sitting room to discus the upcoming school year." Albus and Minerva conjured some extra chairs in the sitting room so that all would be comfortable. "I don't know if Harry told you this or not, but he was resorted into Slytherin. He will be playing Seeker for their team, and will also be captain. I do not want this to discourage your friendship. We need more inter-house interaction, and I believe this will do nicely. Harry, you and Ginny may have to play down that you have a relationship for a while, since technically, you will have just met." Albus went on to tell them that it would be okay for them to still call him Harry in private, but to call him Godric in public.
"Albus, it's getting late, and we have a few things to do once we get home, you know." Minerva said, stretching with cat-like grace.
"I am aware of the time. I was just about to suggest leaving."
"Dad, could I leave one of my phoenixes here, so that we can mail back and forth without being intercepted?"
"You may send Hedwig here, Harry. I am fairly certain that she is not just an owl. She bears quite a resemblance to the phoenix my mother had. We can have Severus send her from school before he comes home."
"And," Minerva added, "Once we get settled again at the house, you can invite your friends to stay over for a bit. We have a lovely library and a full size Quidditch pitch." Ron and Ginny looked forward to going over to Harry's house and playing a real game of Quidditch.
"Thanks for your hospitality, Molly. May we use your floo?"
"Anytime. Just call and I'll send the children over." Harry, Minerva, and Albus stepped into the fireplace one at a time, and then they were gone. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny spent the rest of the night, and much of the next day, talking about everything that had gone on.