A/N: I didn't realize you guys would be so up in arms about that press conference and Hermione's pushiness! I didn't mean anything by it! Honest! I just thought that the first thing to do when Harry returned to the wizarding world was to let everyone know that he was alive :p But I totally see your point and I might have made Ms. Granger seem bossier than ever before. Woopsie… Just so you know, that was definitely not my intention!

Carrying on…

Harry had no qualms with staring blatantly at the strangeness around him. He had no qualms at being stared at either, which was what the dumbfounded reporters had done at the Ministry. He didn't have to say anything because no one even asked him anything. So he smiled as directed and let the bewildered photographers do their job. He tried not to be bothered by the young children flying in the air on broomsticks or floating shop signs when he got out of the government building. He saw owls and rats and cats and frogs and wands and paintings and cauldrons and potions and quills and books and robes, all in a span of less than one hour. He handled it all rather well too.

"Holy CRAP!"

What really threw him off was his vault at Gringotts.

He spun around to face Ron and Hermione. "That's not mine!" he exclaimed.

"It most certainly is," they assured him while turning him back towards his accumulated wealth.

"This is gold!"

"We know."

"I've got gold! I thought I was poor!"

"Not at all."

His eyes wandered as he slowly realized that he had more money than he could ever imagine himself having. "I've got to give this to the Cullens," he realized. He glanced back at Edward who was already examining a Galleon intently.

Ron refrained from laughing while Hermione patted Harry's shoulder. "Do you really think they'd accept it?" she asked.

"I've got to try!"

"We don't need money, Harry," Edward murmured. "But I think it's about time you stopped blackmailing me for a couple of dollars."

When ten o'clock struck, the four of them were getting into an old green car.

"So," Ron said as he started the engine, "I need to give you a quick rundown on my family. That way you won't be too lost when they start crying all over you."

"Shouldn't you at least tell them that I'm alive?" Harry asked.

"I probably should." Ron shrugged. "But there is no immediate risk of heart attacks, so it should be fine. Besides, I'd hate to miss their faces when they meet you." Then he went on to quickly explain, with as little detail as possible, his entire family, starting with his mother and father, down to the children from the oldest to the youngest. It took all of an hour of driving for him to get through the grandchildren and all.

As the car crawled up a steep and winding hill, he said, "You'll see the place in a second." And sure enough, as soon as he had reached the very top, the Burrow stood in the vacant field, looking as crooked and magical as ever. Harry's eyes bugged out when he saw it. "I know," Ron chuckled. "There's also one more in my family." He glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye. "My little sister, Ginny."

"Gosh, she must have a hard time with all you guys," Harry exclaimed.

"Yeah, you could say that," Ron smiled. "She's like one of us blokes sometimes, so it doesn't matter. She holds her own."

Edward blinked when he read Ron's thoughts. Ginny was important. She was very important to Harry…

"Here we are." Ron parked the car right by the front gate. "Shall we?"

"Oh, I'm so nervous," Harry gushed as he got out of the car.

"They're getting ready for Sunday brunch, so everyone's probably at the table already."

Harry waved Edward forward animatedly as he followed Ron and Hermione down the stony pathway up to the front of the house. The door was open, as always, so Ron ushered them in. As soon as Harry walked in, he smelt heavenly scents of bacon and pancakes and sugar. He was also overwhelmed by the oddities in the foyer. The floor was littered with shoes, big and small, all very strange. The coat hanger that seemed to have an endless supply of arms was sagging theatrically under the weight of winter coats and scarves. The floor was muddy and scuffed, the walls had dirty fingerprints, and all of that resonated with the chatter coming from within the home that was so much bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside. "Incredible," he exhaled. He felt as though he was floating through a dream. None of this could possibly be real. He looked up at Ron to find him smiling and pointing around the corner to the right.

"Ron?" a voice floated out from the dining room.

"Yeah," Ron called back.

Muffled laugher sounded from inside. It was bound to be loud considering the amount of people squeezed into one place. As soon as Ron and Hermione had walked in, Harry heard loud cheering and claps, as well as some variations of 'better late than never'. Everyone had obviously been waiting on them.

Harry looked back at Edward. "I don't think I can do this," he whispered. "There's so many of them."

Edward nodded sympathetically at Harry. Then he did what any good friend would do. He pushed Harry forward into the dining room.

The silence that fell was terrifying.

Harry frantically patted his hair down, straightened his glasses, and looked down at his clothes to make sure he appeared as presentable as he could considering the situation. Then he looked up at the numerous unblinking eyes. "Hello," he stammered.

No one moved except for Ron and Hermione who were standing off to the side, watching with plain exhilaration.

Harry wasn't really sure what to do now. He had only practiced the 'hello' part before.

Everyone's attention shifted as one when bounding footsteps sounded on the stairs. First thing Harry saw were flannel red pajama bottoms and fluffy white socks. That couldn't possibly explain the way his heart was suddenly beating so very wildly.

"Aw, did I miss Ron?" Ginny asked as she skipped down the stairs.

She froze when she clapped eyes on Harry.

"Oh," Harry exhaled.

"H-Harry?"

"I…"

Ginny sat down heavily on the step in shock.

In the blink of an eye, he flew up the stairs and threw his arms around her.

She clutched him tight as she was struck with heady bewilderment. Neither of them spoke for the longest time. And when they did pull apart, they were beaming at each other as though they were the only two people in the world. She rested a hand against his cheek. "Hey."

"Hi."

"Where were you?" she whispered. "I looked everywhere." She pressed her forehead against his. "I was so scared."

"It's okay," Harry said quietly. "Don't say that."

Ginny tilted her head down and kissed him shyly on the lips.

Harry pulled back in fright.

He lost his balance as he did so and proceeded to tumble down five stairs onto the landing as a furious blush worked its way up his cheeks. "Uh, you, uh, I-" He broke off to flick his panicked eyes at Ron who looked both amazed and incredibly amused. "She's-uh…"

"Ginny," Ron filled him in. "My sister."

Ginny frowned. "What?"

"Ah!" Harry gasped when he suddenly caught on. "You're my girlfriend… Oh… Oh no…"

The young children were the first to start laughing. Their laughter was very contagious and it wasn't long before their parents followed suit, and suddenly there was commotion from every direction as Harry was dragged down from the landing and thrown from one hug to another, each one more tearful than the one before. He couldn't understand a word that was being said. Not that it mattered because no one expected him to say a thing. He was kissed and cried on and screamed at and punched and pulled and pushed until he was utterly disheveled and safely behind his best friend.

"Whoa, whoa," Ron said as he fended off his family with flailing arms. "Let him breathe, will you? He just got here!"

"YOU KNEW!" everyone bellowed in unison, causing him to cringe.

"Yes, but there is a very good reason for not telling you," he rapidly blurted out.

Everyone quieted down to hear his very good reason.

"Harry can't remember anything."

"Huh?"

"He's lost his memory. He doesn't know you lot."

They looked at Harry for confirmation. He shrugged sheepishly. It was always embarrassing to admit that you didn't remember someone.

"You know me, don't you?" Ginny asked Harry.

"I-um… Well, that's… You're Ginny," he fumbled.

She was incredibly puzzled now. "You don't remember me?"

"I guess… not?"

"Why did you hug me?"

Harry didn't know why. It's just that the moment he clapped eyes on her, he felt so… "I just felt so happy to see you," he said. "I feel so happy to see all of you and I don't even know why."

She was still for a second before she started giggling hysterically. She pushed her brother out of the way so she could hug Harry again. "I'm so glad you're home," she laughed. "I'm so, so, so glad."

Home… Harry pulled away from her and looked back at Edward. This was home… Suddenly he felt a bit of sadness mix in with his exhilaration. He smiled shakily at them to reassure them before turning forward again. "This is Edward," he told everyone. "His father is my doctor. I've been living with his family for the past two years in Forks. That's in Washington."

Now the Weasleys had switched their attention to the very striking young man standing by the wall.

"They've been great," Harry continued. "They've helped me out with everything. I thought it'd be nice for you guys to meet."

"Edward's parents found me," Hermione went on to explain. "They had read a book that mentioned Harry and the war. They found me and told me about Harry. The Cullens have been amazing. Harry's improvement is nothing to wave off…. Especially considering the fact that he's actually going to a Muggle high school."

"What?" Bill and George exclaimed.

"Yeah," Harry laughed lamely. "I was really bad at math and science when I started. Like… Really bad. But apparently I've always been bad at those, even at Hogwarts. So not much of a stretch."

"Wait. You don't remember the war?" Arthur asked.

Harry shook his head. "I didn't even know about magic."

No more conversation was allowed until Molly had seated everyone around the table (two additional place settings were added), and Harry was tucking into his pancakes. Edward sat beside of him and Ginny was on the other side, squishing him in, but he didn't mind. He had never tasted food this good. Esme always cooked such refined things but Molly's food was rich with spice and sugar.

"This is so good," Harry praised. "I'm not kidding. This is fantastic."

"I'm glad," Molly smiled. Then she flicked her eyes at Edward who was looking down at his empty plate with a conflicted expression on his face. "Won't you eat a bit? Some vegetables? Or a waffle?" she urged. "I'm sure you had a tiring journey."

Edward didn't find himself in this situation often. He never socialized with humans in this manner, so this problem was almost never brought up, not even in school.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him, but the ones that bothered him the most were Harry's. He could almost hear the laughter.

Harry was looking at Edward out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah, Edward," he said deliberately. "Have some waffles."

Edward wasn't about to let Harry boss him around. "Alright," he said quietly as he reached for the steaming platter in front of him.

Harry slapped his hand away while laughing out loud. "I'm just kidding. You don't have to." He looked up at Molly. "He's a vampire. He doesn't like food."

Utensils clattered on the plate and it rang out rather violently.

Harry jerked in panic. "Uh, er, h-he's really nice," he rushed. "He doesn't hurt humans. It's alright."

"Harry," Hermione sighed in defeat.

"A vampire?" Ginny echoed. "Really?"

Edward nodded stiffly. This also never came up in regular conversation with humans. "We refrain from killing humans," he explained.

"You haven't got fangs," George called out from his end of the table.

"We don't need fangs."

"Gross."

"George," Molly scolded.

"What? That's gross. It's messy not having fangs," George said while holding his hands up in surrender. "It's messy, isn't it?"

Edward allowed himself a faint smile. "I suppose so. I wouldn't know otherwise."

"I didn't know they were vampires," Harry said excitedly now that the Weasleys were starting to loosen up. "I didn't know until last week. I thought they were just normal people who didn't eat or sleep."

"What are the chances?" Percy sighed to himself.

Edward wondered that often.

The Weasleys looked at Ron and Hermione, as though to ask, 'where do you find these characters?' The couple shrugged and smiled privately. They weren't the ones who found these characters. Harry was. Harry always seemed to attract trouble like this.

No one ate that morning except for the children, Harry, Charlie, Ron, and George. Everyone else was too stunned and either crying or laughing, sometimes both. Most of them had given up hope. So seeing Harry smiling and healthy was an impossible dream come true for them. All those months of uncertainty and sadness were wiped clean from their minds. This was yet another victory against the Dark Army. As soon as Harry was stuffed full of scrumptious food, he was dragged to the living room that was transformed to accommodate everyone. He was made to sit by the warm fireplace and everyone crowded around him to ask wondrous questions and say tearful words. The more daring children, like Victoire and Lucy, sidled over to Edward shyly and, as minutes passed, crept up closer and closer until they were sitting on his lap. Their younger siblings kept close to their mothers, however. Harry snuck glances at Edward to watch him entertain the little ones. The girls were enthralled by the vampire's paleness and marble-cold skin. He reminded them of their perfect dolls, only so much bigger. He let them play with his fingers absently while listening to everything that was being said, out loud and otherwise.

After a bit of time, Hermione excused herself and disappeared out the room. Harry didn't think much of it. There were so many others to talk to. He had hundreds of questions for them. He wanted to know everything he could possibly keep in his overloaded mind.

"What happened to your ear?" he asked George. "It's gone."

"I've noticed," George drawled while raising a brow. "It's what happens when you lose track of it."

Victoire covered her ears. "I have mine!" she announced loud and proud.

"You lost it?" Harry exclaimed. "That can happen?" He tugged at his ear unconsciously and looked at Victoire, who responded with an earnest nod. Maybe it was possible to lose ears in a magical world. He didn't know any better.

Everyone laughed at his innocent stupefaction.

"Casualty of the war, I'm afraid," George finally answered.

"Oh… That's too bad."

"It's so strange seeing you like this," Charlie remarked. "Last time we saw you, you were in pretty bad shape."

"I wish I could remember," Harry said gravely. "I really do. I've tried to remember, but I don't know how. I'm glad that things turned out this way in the end, though." He smiled at them. "You guys are great."

"So weird," Ginny muttered under her breath.

Their attention was diverted when they heard the front door open and close, followed by sounds of shuffling feet.

"More people?" Harry asked. How many more Weasleys could there possibly be?

A small blur zoomed into the living room, right in the middle of the circle of people, before stopping suddenly.

The pint-sized boy looked no more than three or four years old. He had his hands on his hips and a triumphant smile on his lips. His messy brown hair made him appear wild and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. "Ha hah!" he panted. "I caught you, villains!" He brandished an invisible sword and waved it at the Weasleys.

Then he jumped around and pointed the sword at Harry. "Who are you?" he asked haughtily. "Answer me."