Waterrelic requested I rewrite chapter 24 in Harry's point of view to iron out any confusion. Enjoy the treat!

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The taxi pulled up to the end of the Burrow's long drive, stopping just behind the other taxi. George was the first out, followed by an elated Jenny. Her enthusiasm inevitably caused me to smile in reaction. She always has this effect on me, when she smiles. It's as if the whole world were her stage, and I her audience, watching the rehearsal before the performance. One she put on just for me.

"Do you like him?" Fred asked her. I tuned in on this particular conversation, even as Ron chatted by my side, clearly under the impression I wanted to hear more about his romance trifles.

"Sorry?" Jenny turned to face him as he got out of the taxi.

"Your Pygmy Puff"

My ears tuned in anxiously to hear her reply.

"Oh, Reggie?"

She named him Reggie?

"Yeah. I went mad when I found him following me around, but we've come to like each other," she said as he nuzzled against the crook of her neck. "I'll race you two to the back," she grinned before sprinting towards the house.

"You're on," the twins chorused, but didn't follow.

You cheats.

I was surprised Jenny didn't see it coming. She was going up against the twins, after all. I watched them disapparate, without so much as a mutual glance. They were so predictable. Even though I've known her for years, Jenny still surprises me every day.

"Harry?" Ron stepped in front of me, blocking Jenny from my view.

"Yeah?"

"Mum wants us to peel some sprouts. Says she has to get ready for company and we ought to help her," he said, obviously not looking forward to the mundane task. I followed him inside, allowing him to continue his monologue about Lavender and Hermione. Really, nothing he's said is news to me -at least, of what I've caught as I drifted in and out of listening to him.

"Ah, George, look at them! They're using knives and everything," Fred walked in, acting proud as if he'd just stumbled upon children who'd just learned how to walk.

"I'll be seventeen soon enough- you just wait!" Ron grumbled, slicing at his sprouts as if it were Fred's head.

"I'm sure you'll dazzle us with your magical skills," Fred yawned.

"Speaking of unsuspected skills, Ronals," George grinned, "What is this we hear from Jenny about a young lady named- unless our information is faulty- Lavender Brown?"

Ron turned a little pink in the cheeks, but didn't look displeased as he turned back to peeling. "Mind your own business"

"What a snappy retort," Fred responded, "Don't know how you think of them. What we really want to know is… how did it happen?"

"What d'you mean?"

"Did she have an accident or something? Head trauma?"

"What?" Ron exclaimed, fuming. I tore my eyes from their dispute to see Jenny walk in the back door. She seemed to have recovered from what emotions I expect she felt when she discovered the twins had cheated. She walked toward us, clearly fixed on the heated dispute happening in the kitchen. I remembered when Ron and Ginny had gone at it, my subconscious warning me that it may turn ugly. Jenny had stepped more or less between them, perhaps she was going to try to break it up.

"Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage? Careful now!" Ron chucked his knife at Fred. Clearly, he had no idea Jenny had even entered the room. My eyes widened as I saw the blade shoot past her face. My immediate reaction was to catch her, my feet moving forward as she instinctively fell out of the knife's path. One of the twins must have seen it coming, because the knife turned into a paper airplane. Jenny fell into my arms and the situation ended without casualties.

Well… almost. Mrs. Weasley had walked into the room in time to see the knife, which means there's still a possibility someone might get their ear ripped off.

"Ron! Don't you ever let me see you throwing knives again! You just about hit Jenny!"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley. Did you need something?" Jenny asked as I set her on her feet.

"Fred, George, I'm sorry, dears, but Remus is arriving tonight, so Bill will have to squeeze in with you two"

"No problem," said George.

"Then Charlie isn't coming home, that just leaves Harry and Ron in the attic, and Fleur will stay with the girls. Everyone should be comfortable, well, they'll have a bed, anyway"

"Percy definitely not showing his ugly face, then?" Fred said spitefully. Mrs. Weasley turned away before she answered, "no, he's busy, I expect, at the ministry" she said before leaving. My eyes moved to Jenny's hand as she reached for her side where my hand had been when I caught her. Then it hit me.

I was holding a knife when I caught her.

As if I were hit by a moving train, the guilt nearly killed me on the spot. I stared at my open palm, the small peeling knife coated in a red sheen.

"It's nothing, I'll just go change-" Jenny started.

"Let me help-" I offered, trying desperately to make up for my heinous mistake.

"I assure you, Harry, I'm fully capable of changing myself," she snickered, trying to brush it off as if it were a papercut. Before I could speak again, she had already disappeared into the hall.