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Chapter 19
"My...my god father? I didn't even know I had a god father," Harry replied, shocked. He felt a little unstable and was extremely grateful when Alexander and Ron helped him take one of the seats at the table.
"He was your father's best friend while they were at Hogwarts," Alexander informed the boy as he took as seat next to him.
"Why was he in Azkahban?"Hermione asked as she and the rest of the kids took seats at the massive table.
"He was accused of killing muggles and for killing another food friend of your father's," Alexander answered, watching Harry closely, not sure what his reaction would be.
"Why would my fahter be friends with someone who would do something like that?" the boy wondered.
"There's something not right about this whole story," Alice said from where she stood next to Jasper.
"What do you mean?" Alexander wondered.
"I'm not sure, but I think he could have been falsely accused," she replied, earning shocked expressions from the Weasley's and Alexander.
"Alice, we remember when this happened. It was a brutal attack that was tragic," Mr. Weasley said gravely.
"They never found his boy though, did they?" Edward asked.
"Whose body?" Harry asked.
"His name was Peter Pettigrew. And no they never found his body," Alexander answered cautiously.
Molly gave him a look, much similar to the ones she gave the twins after they've pulled a prank that went a little too far.
Edward raised an eyebrow, hearing about the account from all three wizards.
"What aren't you telling us?" Harry asked, observing the exchange of looks between the adults.
"Just that they may have found a pinkie..."Alexander replied, deciding not to dance around the subject.
"Bloody hell," Ron whispered, looking over at his best friend and wondering why this mad man was coming to find him. Scabbers was going crazy in his arms, trying to get free. "I'm going to go put him in his cage." Ron decided,walking quickly up the stairs.
"Alice, do you see what he wants to see Harry about?" Hermione asked.
"No, i don't. I can't even tell where he is right now. Its like he vanished," Alice said frustrated.
"How could he vanish?" Rebecca wondered, concerned for the boy she thought of as a son.
"I'm not sure, but I promise you I'll keep looking," she replied, not liking that she didn't know something.
"Well, now that you know what's going on, there's no need to sit around,worrying about things," Molly declared, standing. " You need to go unpack."
"I thought you did that for us already, dear mother," Fred replied, grinning.
"I am not a house elf and you have two capable hands that are quite able to unpack your own suitcase," his mother replied, giving him her famous look.
"Of course we are," George said, walking over and kissing his mother's cheek before making his way up the stairs, followed by his siblings.
Hermione turned to look at Harry who still sat at the table, looking quite over whelmed."Harry, are you okay?" she asked, placing her hand on top of his.
"I'll be okay. I've just got to wrap my head around all of this," he replied, trying to smile at her to reassure her. She was like his sister and he felt very protective of her. He didn't want to make her worry.
"We will make sure that nothing happens to you, Harry," Jasper promised, feeling how he worried.
"Of course we will," Alexander agreed, smiling down at the boy. "Between all of us there's nothing that can get through us. And then before you know it, you'll be back at Hogwarts."
Harry felt his self grin, knowing that nothing could ever get past his family that surrounded him now. They were more his family then the Dursley's had ever been and they would make sure that he was always protected.
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The next couple of days it rained and rained. All of the adults seemed to be going as stir crazy as the kids felt. There were only so many games of Wizarding chess and Exploding Snaps one could play.
Fred and George decided to try some of their new joke products, which put Molly over the edge.
"Go outside!" she finally exclaimed, even though it was raining cats and dogs.
"Molly, its raining," Rebecca informed her friend.
"Thank you for the news flash, Rebecca, but if those two stay in this house one more moment, I fear I might end up in Azkahban," Molly snapped, glaring at her twins.
"I guess you can go on outside too, but if I even that you are on those brooms, I promise you two I will brake them," Rebecca replied, giving Hermione and Harry a look that made them believe every word that she said.
Before the two women could change their minds, the Weasley kids, Hermione and Harry ran out the back door.
"Oh, that feels so good!" Hermione exclaimed, holding her arms out, inviting the rain to engulf her. She looked up at the rain clouds. She loved how a summer rain felt. It was like an outdoor shower; warm and refreshing.
"There's room to breath!" Ginny agreed, standing next to Hermione, copying how her arms were out. The young red head started dancing around in circles, laughing merrily. Hermione joined her, laughing along side her friend.
"I think they were inside too long," Harry replied, smirking as the girls linked arms and started skipping in a circle.
"They've lost their minds," Ron agreed.
"I think it looks like fun," George observed, watching with a broad grin plastered across his face.
"I would have to agree with you, my dear brother," Fred said, grinning.
"Shall we join?" George asked, holding out his arm for his twin to accept.
"That sounds brilliant," he agreed, taking Georges out held arm. They skipped over to the dancing girls and linked their arms with them. They laughed and twirled until Ginny and Fred's feet met, causing the four to fall in a muddy heap, laughing loudly.
"You are a bunch of nutters," Ron said, grinning.
"You know you love us," George replied, standing up from the mud puddle.
"That's questionable at times," the younger brother replied as George started walking towards him.
"That isn't a very nice thing to say to such a loving brother," Fred replied, moving toward his little brother as well.
"What are you two doing?" Ron asked looking up cautiously.
"We aren 't doing anything," Geroge answered, grinning innocently.
"We just want to hug out favorite little brother," Fred added as the two took off after Ron. They tackled him to the ground and rolled him in the mud, causing Ron to look just like his siblings.
Harry laughed hysterically from his position safely under one of the massive trees that surrounded the Burrow. He wasn't soaked like the rest of them and he certainly wasn't muddy.
"What are you laughing at?" Ron asked as he got up from the ground.
"You. You look hilarious," the black haired boy laughed. Suddenly Harry found himself tackled to the ground from behind.
"Oi!" Harry exclaimed, turning over on his back to see two giggling girls running away. "I'm going to get you two," he promised, grinning as he chased after them.
They all acted like kids that afternoon, chasing each other in the rain and completely forgetting all their problems.
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"I'll be surprised if none of you catch a cold after being out there all afternoon," said that evening after dinner.
Rebecca and Molly had to call the six of them in an hour before dinner so they would have time to change and shower. They had been having so much fun, that they lost all track of time. Mrs. Weasley put a charm around each of them so that they wouldn't get mud and water all over her clean house.
"You're the one who sent us out," Fred reminded his mother from his seat at the game table, where he was playing chess with Ron.
"I did," Molly admitted as she passed around cups of hot chocolate. It was the middle of summer, but the rain had cooled things off substantially. "But I do not recall telling you to stay out there all afternoon."
"We were just trying to obey you, Mum," George said, smiling.
"We would never want to do anything to disobey you," Fred added.
"Of course you wouldn't," she replied, shaking her head as she went back into the kitchen where Arthur, Rebecca and Alexander were having a cup of tea.
"How didy ou do that?" Ron exclaimed as Fred won once again.
"I'll never tell!" The twin laughed evilly.
"Let's play again," his little brother demanded, as the pieces moved to their original places.
Hermione grinned and shook her head as she turned the page of the book she was reading. She was sitting on the couch near the fire, the mug of hot cocoa, sitting on the ground in front of her. George sat on the other side of the couch, reading a book on jokes, while Ginny was sprawled out on the ground, thumbing through the latest teenage witch magazine.
"What if Harry wants to play?" Fred asked his baby brother.
"Oh, I enjoy watching the two of you more then I enjoy playing," Harry assured the twin from his seat next to Ron where he had been watching them play.
"See. Stop stalling and take your turn," Ron demanded.
George laughed and looked up from his book. "You sound like an old women talking to her husband about taking the trash out."
Hermione and Ginny laughed as Ron ignored George and told his piece where to move.
"Ginny, an owl just came for you," Molly announced, coming over and handing her daughter the envelope.
"For me?" she asked, surprised as she took the envelope from her mother and looking at the writing on the front.
"Whose it from?"Hermione asked, watching as her friend opened it.
Ginny skimmed the letter, her cheeks turning slightly pink. The young girl quickly gathered her letter and magazine and started up stairs.
"Ginny! Whose that from?" Fred asked. He and Ron had stopped playing to game to watch their baby sister red her letter.
"It's from a person named 'None of your damn business'." she replied, running up the stairs.
"That was kind of rude," Fred pouted, telling his pawn to move.
"I wonder what got her so flustered?" George mused.
Hermione grinned knowingly, flipping the page of her book over.
"Do you know who the letter was from, Mione?" Ron asked, noticing his grinning friend..
"I don't know the person its from," she answered, grinning mischievously.
"But..." George asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"But you should really use your brains," Hermione replied, putting her book down and watching the Weasley brothers intently.
"What do you mean? We always use our brains," Fred said defensively. "Well, George and I do."
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed, causing Hermione and Harry to laugh.
"What would make a young teenage girl blush and run to her room? And why would she hide it from her older brothers?" Hermione pondered sarcastically. The boys thought for a minute,looking at one another trying to figure out the puzzle that was their little sister.
George gasped suddenly, his eyes as big as saucers. "You don't think that letter is from a BOY do you?" he asked accusingly.
Hermione smiled, but didn't answer, enjoying the looks of astonishment and horror that passed across their faces.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, standing up from his seat, completely forgetting about the game of chess he had been playing.
"Where are you going?" Fred asked.
"I'm going to go see who that letter is from so I can kill him!" the young red head declared.
"That's not a bad idea," Fred agreed, following him up the stairs.
"I think I'll join you," George decided, following behind his brothers.
Hermione laughed, knowing that Ginny would send them away with a few more bumps and bruises then they had gone up the stairs with.
Harry walked over and joined Hermione on the couch.
"Who do you think its from?" he asked.
"I honestly have no clue," Hermione answered. "I didn't even know she liked anyone."
"Isn't she knid of young?" Harry wondered, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione laughed and shook her head. "If she ever hears you saying that, I hope I'm no where near you."
Harry grinned and stretched his arms out along the back of the couch, his hand resting on Hermione's shoulder. "Thanks. Its good to know that I have no protection."
The brown haired witch grinned and looked over at the boy who was like her brother. "How are you dong?"
"I'm great! How are you?" he asked teasingly, knowing exactly what she meant.
"Don't be a twit, you know what I'm asking," she scolded folding her arms over her chest.
Harry sighed. "I'm alright. All of the distractions today helped. But I still can't understand why my parents were friend with him. What kind of people were they?"
Hermione moved to sit closer to Harry, laying a comforting hand on his knee. "Harry, your parents were brilliant people. They protected you from You-Know-Who. Why on earth would the insane man kill his own followers? Maybe your Mum and dad didn't know what your godfather was like. Don't ever question who your parents were. They must have been brilliant; they had you, didn't they?"
Harry smiled over at his best girl friend and pulled her close for a huge bear hug. "Thanks Mione. You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better."
"Of course I do. I'm brilliant," she replied, grinning up at Harry and kissing his cheek.
"Am I interrupting something?" a voice asked from the doorway that led to the kitchen.
The pair of teenagers looked over to see Edward standing there; leaning on the door frame, starring at them.
"Oh hello Edward. No you weren't interrupting anything," Harry replied nervously, knowing how protective he used to be of Hermione back when he was around all the time. He stood and stretched his arms above his head and faked a yawn. "Well, I think I'll go on up to bed. I'm kind of tired."
"You do that," Edward replied sarcastically.
"Good night, Harry," Hermione called after the retreating boy, who practically ran up the stairs.
"So, how have you been, Hermione?" Edward asked smiling, sounding a lot happier then he had a moment before. He took the seat that Harry had just vacated, causing Hermione to roll her eyes and scoot to the other side of the couch. She picked up the book she had been reading and began trying to read it once more.
"So are you not going to talk to me?" the vampire asked, as he looked into her over active mind.
You may get to read my thoughts, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, but I'm not talking to you, was what keep playing over and over again in her brain.
"So you are just going to ignore me now? I know its not because you can't talk, because I saw with my own eyes how you just talked to Harry," he replied accusingly.
Hermione slammed her book closed, stood up and turned to glare down at the annoying vampire. "I talk to Harry because he's like my brother and he's gong through a lot right now, not that its any of your business," she practically shouted at him as she stomped towards the stairs.
Hermione turned and looked at Edward, a traitor tear rolling down her cheek. "If you think I'm ignoring you, you should be mad at yourself. You taught me well how to ignore people back in first year, then again last year," she whispered, then turned and ran up the stairs,away from the stunned vampire.
So...what did you think? I hope you liked it. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten this up sooner. My mother was in and out of the hospital the last few weeks. Sigh...but now is all good...knock on wood. :) I'm looking for a beta for this story. If you have time, let me know. Please review, so I know if you like this story and want me to continue. Happy Reading.