Author's Note: What is this? Another chapter and it's not months later? Crazy, I know. First year of teaching was definitely more time consuming than I ever imagined, but the school year is winding down which means more time to do what I love.

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December 22, 1993

December slipped by peacefully. Harry made up with Ron and Hermione, even as the two of them continued to fight over their pets, and Harry broke the news to Oliver about his Quidditch suspension. As expected, Wood threw a fit but calmed down once Harry explained that he still could fly, just not during practices. So, after every team practice, Harry took his broom out and did training on his own while Oliver supervised from the stands as he did his school work. Harry hated not being able to train with his friends, but he was grateful for the small mercy Severus had granted him. It also helped that the only game left before Christmas break was Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. Harry wasn't sure if Severus had realized when doling out his punishment, but he was pretty sure he did. Severus was too intelligent to miss something that obvious. Not being able to watch the game sucked, but it was better than having to miss playing in one.

Harry did his best to keep his promise to Severus. He kept his head down and his nose out of trouble. Professor Lupin had invited Harry to tea a few times, but Harry found an excuse each time to slip away.

Finally, classes were over, and it was time to go home. Severus had to stay at the castle to finish up a few things and so to not raise suspicions, Harry was going on the Hogwarts Express with the others. Hermione's parents were going to pick the pair up, and Harry was to spend the evening at the Grangers.

"I'm serious Hermione, that cat is a menace. Keep the bloody thing away from Scabbers."

"Oh, seriously, Ronald. Your rat is just old. Crooks has nothing to do with the mangy old thing getting sick!"

"Don't talk that way about Scabbers! Keep that monster out of the boy's dorms."

"He's a cat, Ron! You can't blame him for acting like one. I'm not locking him up. Why don't you lock up Scabbers if you are so worried about him?"

"Enough!" Harry snapped, pushing past the squabbling pair and into the great hall. "Can't we just let this go and enjoy the train ride home? If you two are going to argue the whole ride, I swear I'll go sit with Blaise."

Both muttered under their breath, but finally stopped fighting and sat down at the Gryffindor table. After a few minutes, the tension melted, and they eased back into friendly conversation.

"What are your plans for Christmas anyway, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure, really." Harry shrugged and glanced up as Fred and George joined them at the table, piling food onto their plates. "My uh- relatives haven't really said much. I haven't really had a regular Christmas before, you know?"

"Well, I'm sure it will be lovely." Hermione smiled, bumping her shoulder against his. She glanced down at her watch. "If you two are done eating, the carriages are going to be coming soon. We should go get our trunks."

The other two complied, shoving the last of their food in their mouths and rushing to catch up with their friend. They managed to get their usual compartment and were joined after a while by Neville. The train ride sped by, the four passing time by playing exploding snap and gobstones. When the trolley witch came around, Harry used his pocket money to buy treats for everyone.

All too soon, the train pulled into the station. But for once in Harry's life, he wasn't dreading what was waiting for him on the platform. Harry and Hermione said goodbye to Ron and Neville before rushing off the train in search of Hermione's parents. When they spotted them, Mrs. Granger immediately pulled Hermione into a hug, placing a kiss on top of her head. Harry was shocked when Katharine gave Harry the same treatment as soon as she had let her daughter go. Mr. Granger greeted him with a smile, an 'alright there, Harry?' and ruffled hair. Feeling a pang in his chest at the show of maternal affection, Harry leaned into Mrs. Grangers embraced. He wasn't used to it.

"Oh, it is so good to see you, my darlings. How was the train ride? I can't wait to hear all about your semester. Letters only tell me so much. Oh, Harry dear, give that trunk to me! You don't need to carry that. Greg, you have Hermione's? Oh, good, let's go then."

Harry's smile felt like it would split his face; it was so wide. Never before had someone been so excited to see him off the train and actually wanted to hear how he was doing. Mrs. Weasley was terrific and treated him like her own son, but with so many children of her own, it was easy to get lost in the crowd. The Grangers ushered the two children to the car and slid their trunks inside. Once they were inside and buckled, they started the drive back to the Granger's house. Harry tried to sit back and let Hermione do the talking. It was, after all, her parents and not Harry's and he didn't want to take time away from Hermione to catch up with them. Mrs. Granger was having none of that though and continually tried pulling Harry into the conversation.

When they finally arrived at the Granger residence, Katharine instructed them to take their trunks upstairs out of the way before going off to entertain themselves.

"Can we go ice skating? Please, mum?" Hermione begged as soon as she ran back down from putting her trunk in her room.

"Does Harry want to go, love? We have all break to go."

"But it's so nice out today! And Harry wants to go, don't you, Harry? It will be so much fun!"

Katharine rolled her eyes in exasperation at her daughter but turned her gaze to Harry.

"Don't let her bully you, Harry, dear. Would you like to go? If not, we can find something to do around here, I am sure."

Face heating up, Harry kept his eyes glued to the floor. He could feel all three of their gazes on him.

"I- uh- I don't know how to ma'am."

Harry nearly jumped when a hand was placed under his chin, gently lifting it up.

"Now there, I thought we had sorted this ma'am business out a long time ago. If you would not like to go, that is perfectly fine dear, but if you want to give it a try, we would love to teach you. We all have to learn sometime, right?"

"Oh Harry, you will love it, I promise! I let you teach me how to fly, didn't I?"

Harry grinned sheepishly at her before nodding.

"Okay"

"Wonderful! Greg, I am sure we have a few extra sets of skates in the basement. Fetch them, will you? Do you have a set of mittens and a hat? A scarf would probably be a good idea too. Hermione, dear, go help your father, and I will make some hot cocoa to bring with us."

Not ten minutes later, the four of them were bundled up and walking the short distance to the public park, which housed an outdoor rink in the winter months. Mrs. Granger brought extra mittens, blankets, and a large thermos with her. The family chatted cheerfully the entire walk over, while Harry fidgeted nervously. The Dursley's had never let Harry join in on any family activities, especially not ones where they would have had to spend time teaching him something. He didn't trust the skates though. How was anyone supposed to balance on two little blades?

All too soon, they arrived, and Mrs. Granger led them to a bench to put on the skates. Mr. Granger sat down beside Harry and showed him how to put the skates on. Harry tried to tie the skates by himself, but before he could get even one done up, Mr. Granger was kneeling in the snow in front of Harry, making quick work of tying them tightly around his feet. He helped Harry to his feet, and the group made their way slowly to the edge of the ice. Following Hermione, Harry stepped carefully onto the ice. He made it all of two steps before his feet flew out from under him and he landed on his back. Scowling at a giggling Hermione, he sat up, only to bark out a laugh when Hermione herself fell over. She rolled her eyes at him but smiled anyway.

"Okay, so it's been a little while since I've skated. Come on, we can be bad together!"

Harry watched her carefully as she got up, mimicking her movements to pull himself back to an upright position. She glided over to him and linked her arm with his. Showing him how to push with his skates instead of stepping, Harry clung to her as they moved along. They made it about half-way around the rink when all of a sudden Harry lost his balance, and they went down in a tangle of limbs. Both laughed as they sorted themselves out, they once again got to their feet. They only made it a few more steps before Harry sent them sprawling forward this time.

"Perhaps we should try not hanging on to each other," Hermione laughed as they got to their feet once more.

Slowly, Harry got the hang of it, and by the end of the hour, he had managed to skate around the rink once without falling. Hermione glided beside him the whole time, and they chattered about everything from holiday plans and school to Sirius Black and what they were going to do in the future. Mr. and Mrs. Granger skated gracefully hand in hand, staying close to the children most of the time, handing out encouragement and opinions before gliding away to do another lap.

After an hour, Harry was tired, bruised, and sore, but he also was having a lot of fun. Mr. Granger called them over, and so shivering they made their way off the ice and back to the bench. Harry stripped off his wet gloves and accepted the blanket that Mrs. Granger wrapped around both the kids' shoulders. She passed a styrofoam cup full of hot cocoa next, and Harry honestly didn't think he could be happier.

They warmed up a bit, chatting and watching the skaters, before packing up and heading back home. Mrs. Granger immediately sent them up to change into dry clothes while she started on a late dinner. They ate quickly and then pulled out the board games from the last time Harry had stayed over. When Hermione and Harry finally called a tie on their game of Monopoly, there was a tap on the window. Mrs. Granger looked out to find a barn owl perched on the sill. She gingerly took the letter from its leg and read it.

"It seems that Professor Snape is running just a bit behind, Harry. He will be by in a few hours to fetch you."

"Oh, perfect! Can we watch a movie then? Please?" Hermione begged as she cleaned up the game pieces. "What kind of Christmas hols would it be without a Christmas movie, right Harry?"

"Actually, I never have seen a movie before," Harry mumbled sheepishly.

"What do you mean you've never seen a movie before? Like, ever?" Hermione persisted, oblivious to her mum's chiding stare.

"The Dursley's didn't let me."

"Well, I suppose we will have to remedy that, won't we? It's getting quite late. Why don't you two go change into your pj's so you will be comfier. We have that new Nightmare Before Christmas movie if you would like?"

Harry nodded quickly along with Hermione and rushed upstairs after her, heading into the spare room where he had put his trunk to be out of the way. Happiness bubbled in his chest. He couldn't remember a time when he was allowed to have so much fun outside of Hogwarts. After switching into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt, Harry made his way back downstairs. The rest of the Grangers were there already, blankets and bowls of popcorn set out. Mrs. Granger turned off the lights, and Harry curled into the corner of the couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand and blanket wrapped securely around himself. Harry managed to get to the part where the trick-or-treaters brought Jack back the Easter Bunny instead of Father Christmas before he drifted off, for once his dreams providing nothing but feelings of love and warmth and family.

oOoOOoOo

Severus rubbed his eyes tiredly as he approached the charming yellow house. Although it was now well past dark outside, the outside lights were left on and seemed cheery against the blanket of snow. The end of term staff meeting had dragged on, his reports needed to be finished and handed in, as well as a meeting with Minerva to ensure Zabini was kept an eye on over break. Minerva had been working with Severus to supply a sufficient excuse to keep Blaise at the castle over break, and not go home to his step-father. And then, of course, Albus had demanded a meeting with him. As if he needed checking up on. He was doing an excellent job of being a guardian, and he didn't need the old coot to put his nose where it didn't belong. If he was honest, the old man had almost seemed concerned that Harry and Severus had grown so close.

Severus shook off the thought. Surely Albus was nothing but ecstatic that they hadn't managed to kill each other yet. His exhausted mind must have been playing tricks on him. Raising his hand, he knocked lightly on the door, a pang of guilt going through him when he realized the time. He really had meant to collect Harry hours ago.

Katharine opened the door, tugging her house robe tighter around her as the blast of chilly winter air rushed through the open door.

"Severus! Come on in. Perfect timing, the movie just finished, although neither child made it to the end."

"I really am very sorry to put you out, Katharine. I would have made other arrangements if I had known it would take me so long."

"Oh enough of that!" Katharine rolled her eyes at him. "We were more than happy to have Harry here for however long. We had a lovely day. He's right through here."

Katharine led him into the living room where Severus was met with a sight that brought a soft smile to his face. Both Harry and Hermione were fast asleep, the former curled up under a soft quilt, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn balancing precariously on his lap. Greg was carefully picking up his daughter, careful not to wake her and carried her towards the stairs muttering about getting too old for this. Katharine smiled at the pair and placed a quick kiss to Hermione's forehead as Greg carried her past.

"Are you sure you want to wake him, Severus? He is more than welcome to stay in the guest room. He really does seem quite tuckered."

"I really wouldn't want to put you out…" Severus trailed off, sounding unconvinced to even his own ears. He reached over and carded his fingers gently through his wards hair, smiling as Harry unconsciously leaned into the touch. He really would hate to wake the boy. It was rare to see him sleeping so deeply and so peacefully without the aid of potions.

"Stop that! You know it's no bother. We really do love having him here Severus. You are more than welcome to stay as well. I'm sure we can find a cot to put in the spare room for Harry."

"I appreciate the offer, but I at least should go home and make sure the house is ready for Christmas. The poor boy hasn't had a true Christmas at home before and I want to make sure it's perfect for him. If you truly didn't mind though, perhaps I will leave him here for the night. It's rare that he sleeps this well and I don't want to disturb him."

"It's settled then!" Katharine smiled, plucking up the bowl from Harry's lap as well as an empty one from the floor. "Let me just run these to the kitchen, and I can show you to the spare room. Harry's already changed into his pyjamas, so there's no need to wake him at all."

Severus nodded gratefully and crouched down next to his ward and gently unwrapped the quilt from his sleeping body, ready to carry him upstairs. He glanced down and froze, an icy rage flashing through him as he gently picked up Harry's arm to inspect. Several large bruises were blooming from his elbow and down his forearm, with a few smaller ones around his wrist that looked like were left by fingertips. He heard footsteps coming back into the room, and he whirled around, a fierce glare on his face.

"What in the bloody hell is this?" Severus demanded, gesturing to his wards arm.

Katharine glanced down at his boy, and her face softened in understanding, her hands coming up in a supplicating gesture.

"Severus, he's okay, I promise. I'm sorry, I should have mentioned earlier. We went ice skating. It was Harry's first time, and he took quite a few tumbles. His knees might be bruised a bit too. He and Hermione were holding onto each other for balance most of the time, she may have held on a bit too tightly. I'm sorry, we should have asked before taking him."

Severus instantly deflated, and mortification rushed through him, colouring his cheeks. He sank back down to the ground, running his hand gently through Harry's thick hair once more to calm himself.

"I- I'm so sorry, Katharine. I don't know what came over me. Obviously, you or your family would never hurt Harry."

Katharine chuckled and sat down on the couch next to Harry's feet. She patted Severus on the shoulder.

"It's okay Severus-"

"No, it's not. I am ashamed that I would even think something like that. After everything you have done for him..."

"Really, it's fine. It's a natural reaction. God forbid Hermione came home with unexplained bruises, no matter who's house it was from. After everything Harry's been through, I would be more concerned if you weren't protective of him. And I really am sorry. I didn't notice them earlier, and I completely forgot about it."

"It's okay, really. I completely overreacted. I do appreciate everything you do for Harry. I know he really enjoys spending time with your family."

"And we love having him. Now let's get him up to bed, shall we? I'll show you where his room is."

Severus smiled gratefully and tried to carefully scoop Harry up without waking him. Sighing internally at how light the boy still was, he followed Katharine up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. She pulled down the covers so he could easily slide Harry into bed. Harry stirred a bit as Severus put him down.

"Sev'rus?" Harry mumbled sleepily.

"Shh. Go back to sleep. I'll come back for you in the morning. Goodnight my boy," Severus smoothed the covers over the child and stepped towards the door.

"G'night. Love you." Harry muttered as he turned over, still not even having opened his eyes.

Severus froze, eyes wide. Katharine merely smiled from her spot in the doorway. Severus turned to study the child. He was fast asleep already, probably not having been fully awake to begin with. He wouldn't even remember Severus being there in the morning. He probably didn't even realize what he was saying, and he definitely didn't mean it. That was it, of course! The boy couldn't possibly possess any feelings of fondness towards the dour Potions Master. Severus' mind became unfrozen, and he tried to push the surprisingly sharp feeling of hurt that came with the thought that Harry hadn't meant it. He reached down and smoothed Harry's hair out of his face one more time before turning to leave, leaning down to place a quick kiss on the crown of Harry's head.

oOoOOoOo

December 23, 1993

Arriving back to the house on Maple Street early the next morning, Severus was greeted by an overly cheerful Hermione. Hadn't anyone told the child it was indecent to be that energized in the mornings? Katharine appeared at the door behind her daughter.

"Sorry Severus, we are running a bit behind this morning. Come in for some tea? The children are just finishing up their breakfast."

Severus followed her back into the kitchen and had to bite back a smile. It was a wonder that the two children could chatter enough to rival the volume of the Weasley clan. Harry paused long enough to smile up at Severus.

"Morning, sir!" Harry chirped.

"Sir?" Severus raised a brow at his ward, accepting a cup of tea from Katharine. "Since when is it 'sir'? Have you been misbehaving?"

"No!" Harry exclaimed, looking affronted.

"Well if it's not mischief, you must want something. Out with it."

Harry rolled his eyes at his guardian's gruffness, obviously having gotten used to it.

"That's not fair! I don't have to want something to be polite, do I?"

"I suppose not, but history is not in your favour there."

Hermione burst into a fit of laughter at that and Katharine leaned over to ruffle his hair.

"You can't argue that point, Harry."

"Fine," Harry huffed. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger were saying that maybe we could come over for Christmas brunch. Can we Severus? Please?"

"Please Professor Snape? It would be so much fun!"

"That's enough, children," Katharine gently chided. "Only if you would like to, of course, Severus. I'm not too sure what you and Harry had planned, and I would hate to encroach on your's and Harry's first Christmas together, but if you were up for it, it might be a nice idea. Greg and I are both only children, and our parents have passed, so we have no family to have over for Christmas."

Severus smiled. How could he say no when his ward looked so hopeful? Although if it were almost any other family, he probably would have. He had taken a liking to the Grangers though, and they were one of the few people he could tolerate. If pressed, he might even be willing to admit he enjoyed their company.

"I don't see why not. I think that would be a lovely way to spend Christmas. Perhaps if you are up for it, your family would like to come to the Manor for New Years? It would be difficult to take Harry out to enjoy any of the magical New Year's gatherings, so I thought I would get my hands on some magical fireworks and put on a show for him on our property. I'm sure he would enjoy it so much more if he had some friends there to celebrate with us."

"Oh yes, please!" both children chirped, turning their pleading eyes onto the Granger parents.

"Maybe we could do this every year!" Hermione carried on excitedly, Harry nodding along vigorously.

Greg and Katherine both just laughed and glanced at each other.

"I'm sure we could make that work. New traditions are always welcome. Now come on Hermione, it's time to say goodbye and clear the table for your father, please. I'm sure Harry's excited to get to his own home."

The pair said their goodbyes to the Grangers before Severus shrunk Harry's school trunk down and grabbed hold of his shoulder to apparate them away.

oOoOOoOo

Harry gasped, taking in his surroundings once they had landed. He had only ever seen the manor in the summer, and it was beautiful enough then, but now that everything was covered in a soft blanket of snow, it was breathtaking. There was even garland wound around the front columns and a large wreath on the front door. He was so absorbed in the sight that he jumped when a hand came down on his shoulder.

"Welcome home, Harry," Severus smiled softly. "Let's get inside before you catch a cold."

Not needing to be told twice, Harry rushed up the steps, pulling his trunk behind him. He was once again rendered speechless as he came through the front door. There was garland wound around the bannister and a giant Christmas tree in each corner of the front hall.

"It's decorated!" Harry said in wonder.

"Of course," Severus replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't take you one for decorations and tinsel."

"I wanted you to have a proper Christmas. I thought perhaps we could decorate the tree in the living room together later. "

Harry open his mouth to respond but was interrupted when Nym popped into the room.

"Nym!" Harry exclaimed, dropping to his knees and throwing his arms around the little elf. "I missed you!"

The little elf chuckled and patted Harry's cheek when he let go.

"Oh mister Harry, sir. You just be seeing Nym last week!" She said fondly before grabbing ahold of Harry's trunk and popping away again.

Trying his best to hide his smirk at Severus' raised brow and to look contrite instead, Harry just shrugged.

"I like her visiting with me, especially when I can't sleep. You said I could!" Harry paused and sighed when Severus narrowed his eyes. "Okay! Well, you didn't say I couldn't! So there! And I'm not going to let you sour coming home. I can't wait, Severus! I think I'm going to go flying, and we will decorate the tree, and oh! I should go see Aunt Eliza. She's probably missed me. And we can play chess, and I can read all of the books you made me leave here, and-"

"Slow down! You are getting ahead of yourself, young man. Don't you think it would be nice to take today to work on your school work?"

"No. I think it would be nice to have fun."

"Think of it this way. If you were to work hard today, you could easily finish your assignments and then they will be out of the way. You won't have to worry about school for the rest of the holidays."

"This isn't really a choice, is it?" Harry pouted.

"Aha! So this one isn't a dunderhead after all!" Severus smirked and pushed Harry gently towards the stairs. "Go on now, don't pout. You are a teenager after all, not a toddler. I need to work on some potions today anyways. Finish quickly, and we can decorate the tree this evening after dinner."

"Fine," Harry huffed.

He moved slowly up the stairs. He didn't want to argue with Severus on their first day home, but he wanted to make it clear he wasn't happy about it. Although, he had to admit that it would be nice not to have the nagging worry in the back of his mind all holidays about incomplete assignments.

When he got to the room, any annoyance immediately melted away. He couldn't help the giant grin from spreading across his face. This was his room. The wonder of that fact hit him again. Until he had come to Severus' he hadn't ever had anywhere proper to call his own. Just as Severus had promised in September, nothing had been touched or mysteriously destroyed. His toys and books were just as he had left them, his spare quill still perched in its ink pot on his desk. The elves had obviously been in to keep things clean, but that was all. Harry took a running jump onto his bed, relaxing into the softness of the thick comforter. He was excited to be able to sleep in a room all to himself again, no four other snoring boys to disturb him.

A sharp crack made Harry jump, and he sat up to see Nym sitting on the foot of his bed, a happy grin on her face.

"Nym is so happy Mister Harry is home, sir. It's been much too quiet here, it has! Would Mister Harry like a snack while he works? Mister Snape be telling Nym that the little mister should be doing his work."

Sighing at his overbearing guardian, Harry shook his head.

"No thank you, Nym. I just ate. Severus really isn't going to leave me alone until I do this, is he?"

Nym laughed and shook her head.

"Mister Harry be calling Nym if he be needing anything!"

Harry nodded in agreement and slid off the bed as Nym popped away. He crouched down by his trunk and pulled out his Transfiguration textbook and a sheaf of parchment. He might as well get the trickiest assignment out of the way first. He spread out his materials on his desk and tried to get started but only made it through the first two pages of reading before he started fidgeting. As much as it was nice to be back in his own room, he really was used to being around other people all the time. It was almost too quiet in his room. Making a quick decision, Harry scooped up his materials and made his way to his door. He went down the stairs and only hesitated for a moment in front of the solid black doors on the floor below before pushing them open and stepping into Severus' potions lab.

His guardian jumped, almost dropping his ingredients. Harry noticed quizzically that Severus quickly pushed down his shirt sleeves before settling a glare on the child. A funny thought popped into his head that he had never actually seen his guardians forearms, even though he drilled into his students the rule of keeping sleeves away from hot cauldrons and easily contaminated potions.

"Harry James Potter!" His guardian snapped, and the thought flitted out of Harry's head again. "What have I told you about knocking before coming into my lab?"

"I'm sorry, sir! I forgot." Harry looked at the ground, shamefaced, and heard his guardian sigh.

"I'm sorry, child, I didn't mean to snap. You startled me, is all. You really do need to knock. I work on dangerous potions in here, and I wouldn't forgive myself if you got hurt from one of them because you were in here when you weren't given permission."

"I really am sorry,"

"I know. Just remember for next time, alright? Now, what was it that you needed? You can't possibly need help with the potions assignment, I know for a fact that you know the information to answer the questions."

"Oh, no, that's not it! I'm working on Transfiguration right now. I was wondering- never mind. It's silly." Harry turned to go, suddenly embarrassed by his need to be around Severus. He wasn't a baby, after all.

"Enough of that," Severus said gently, moving around the table to stop Harry from leaving. "Nothing you need is ever silly. Do you need help with the assignment?"

"No, it's just that... I was hoping I could work in here with you. It was too quiet up in my room."

"Ah, yes. I suppose it would be after being constantly surrounded by dozens of students for the past few months. Come on in. Just don't touch anything, alright?"

Severus waved his wand, sending books and parchments from a nearby table to stack neatly on another on the opposite wall. He conjured a chair and gestured for Harry to have a seat. Harry complied, looking around the lab as he did. Most of the walls were lined with tables and workbenches. The far wall housed a storage cupboard and shelves with herbs and plants of some kind. Several cauldrons bubbled on fires in the middle of the room, and even more were stacked against the wall. Every surface was covered in books, heavily scrawled on parchment, extra quills and equipment. Harry was pulled out of his perusing by a cleared throat and turned back to the table before Severus could see his eye roll. Pulling his book towards him, he set to work. Severus set a spare ink pot and extra parchment on the table beside him and ruffled his hair before returning to the cauldron in the middle of the room. Harry couldn't fight off the smile that split his face. It was definitely good to be home.


Please leave a review and let me know what you think of this chapter! How do you think Harry and Severus' holidays are going to go? Will Harry get up to more mischief? How do we get Ron over for a visit eventually without the rest of the Weasley's being in on the secret?