DISCLAIMER- I DON'T REALLY OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY EXCEPT FOR
THE PLOT. ALL OF IT IS OWNED BY THE GODDESS OF MAGICAL FICTION, J.K. ROWLING.
***Back at
Privot Dr., and back in time because this takes place around noon***
Harry was
awakened from his dream by a slight twinge on his abdomen, and a heavy weight
on his chest.
"MMM
Hedwig...geroff" Harry swatted his arm in the air and rolled onto his
stomach, only to feel the weight land once again on his back. "Ugh! What is
it?" Harry pushed himself up on his arms, and slid his legs off the side of the
bed. He stood up and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Now that's what
I'm talking about, strut it baby." A high-pitched feminine voice said.
"What?!?" Harry
quickly struggled to wrap his afghan around himself, while looking around the
room for the source. All he saw was a owl perched on his headboard with bright
green plumage, and it appeared to be smiling.
"Oh come on,
don't deny me your luscious body."
"Who…no wait…what
the hell are you?"
"My name is
Forest. But don't let me stop you. I like to see a man with out clothes
on."
"But you're an
owl! And I'm sixteen! Get out of my room!"
"Oh…but I am much
more than an owl. I am a Ministry Owl. I deliver important messages, direct
from the Minister of Magic."
"And that gives
you the right to hit on me?"
"Well, no but I
won't give you your message until you take that blanket off."
"That's
blackmail!"
"I know…but it's
a small price to pay for your new home, with your godfather." She said as she
waved a piece of parchment in front of him with her wing.
"Oh, that's low."
"I know…but there
are few joys I get out of life."
"I cannot believe
I am having this conversation with an owl."
"A Ministry Owl,
thank you very much, and your not getting this message until you drop the
afghan."
"I better be very
well taken care of." Harry let the bedspread fall to the ground.
"Wow, look at
you. I've seen some handsome guys in my days, but you top them all."
"Um, thanks? Now
give me that parchment."
"Why do you only
wear boxers to sleep? I mean I'm certainly glad you do." Harry took this gap in
her attention to snatch the parchment off of her wing. "Oh your quick, I like
quick."
Harry ignored her
and read the letter.
Mr. Harold J. Potter,
The recent apprehension
of a one Mr. Peter Pettigrew has hereby relieved a Mr. Sirius Black of his life
sentence in Azkaban. We administered him a Veritaserum Truth Potion, and
discovered that he was in fact your parent's secret keeper, and that he killed
all those muggles. He is your appointed legal guardian. It must be by your
consent to live with him. Therefore, we request your signature on these
guardianship papers, if you wish to live with him. We must know soon, as to put
protection wards on your new house. Good Luck in your new life, and that you
may have a most joyous birthday.
Arthur Weasley
Minister of Magic
Order of Merlin, First Class
"Ok, so where are
these papers I have to sign?"
"Right here."
Forest held a new set of documents with her wing. They were a dark green, with
white ink. Harry took the forms and sat at his desk to start filling them out.
"Why do they need
to know the core of my wand?"
"I don't know,
I'm just a messenger."
Half and hour
later Forest flew out the window with the papers attached to her leg saying,
"I'll be back, my sugar dumpling."
"That was an
experience." Harry mumbled to himself as he walked over to his wardrobe and
pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Sirius had managed to change some
galleons into muggle money to give to Harry, and one day Harry snuck out to by
some clothes. Not like I'll be missed anyway. Nothing to exciting, jeans
and t-shirts mainly, but at least they weren't ten sized to big.
Harry bounded down the stairs at 12:30 on his
birthday, only to be hounded by questions on why he was sleeping late, and what
or who was that voice in his room.
"Huh?"
"About thirty
minutes ago there was this woman's voice coming from your room." Dudley's chins
jiggled as he said these words.
"No, I think your
starting to hear things Dudley." Harry grabbed a sandwich and left the table
before the comment could sink into his thick skull. All Harry heard while he
was leaving was a very loud thud, as Dudley fell off of his chair. It's
amazing there wasn't an earthquake.
Harry's summers had become much more
bearable since early July, this summer. Dudley had gotten into some trouble
that his parents couldn't deny their way out of, and they laid off Harry for a
while.
His summer days so far consisted of waking up
at noon, taking a quick run around the neighborhood to get some leg muscles and
a tan, and ended up watching one of Dudley's "broken" television sets.
But they still
weren't enjoyable. The only human interaction Harry got was with Dudley, which
wasn't much, and this old lady that would sometimes run the same path he did.
That night at
dinner Harry decided it was time to tell them that he would never see them
again.
When Uncle Vernon
finally stopped talking about his new position at Grunnings, and after Aunt
Petunia mentioned that Dudley is ready to come off the patch Harry started to
talk.
"Um, Uncle
Vernon. My friend's parents will be by tomorrow afternoon to pick me up, so
that I can stay with them. They'll be coming by chimney again, I'll clear it
out so they won't make a mess."
"No, they won't."
"What?"
"I will not let
those people, if they even are people, come into my house and mess it up."
Harry quickly
stood up, in the mean time knocking over his chair. Ignoring it he said, "They
are people! And they're coming with or without your permission. You can't stop
them. "
"I can stop them
if I damn well please!" Uncle Vernon was now standing, purpling, and there
appeared to be steam coming out of his ears.
"No you can't!
Mr. Weasley is the most important person in the wizarding world. You couldn't
stop him with all the drills in your stupid company!"
"My company is
not stupid!"
"Yes it is!
Drills you sell, drills! Don't make fun of Wizards until you find a job people
have heard of. What the hell is a production inventory manager, manager?" then
Harry's voice got really low as he leaned over the table. "I bet you don't even
have a job anymore." Before Harry knew it, Uncle Vernon's large fat fist hit
him hard across the face.
"You've been waiting 15 years to do that haven't you? Well, you
know what good you did it tonight. When I leave tomorrow, I'm not coming back."
He turned around to leave the kitchen. He got to the door, was halfway into the
hall, when he turned around facing their shocked faces and said,
"You know what?
It didn't even hurt.", and he stormed up to his room and slammed the door.
***
Ron couldn't believe his eyes, his
girlfriend was kissing his brother, but not any brother, she was kissing
George. Hermione was kissing George.
He couldn't believe it.
"What in the hell
do you think your doing?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth the image
disappeared from sight.
"How do you like
it? It's called a…well we don't know what to call it yet, but if you look
through the window over there you will see George." Fred explained this with
only a small amount of fear in his voice.
"You made a joke
trick of my girlfriend kissing my brother, man that's sick. That's just sick."
"No, not everyone
will have one like that. You project what ever you think at the moment. In this
case George was thinking of kissing Hermione. Which was all part of our plan.
You know we can't play Qudditch forever."
"Why was George
kissing Hermione part of your plan?"
"Oh well that was
just to make you mad."
"Well, you
succeeded. Why didn't you do Penelope and Charlie? Make Percy mad."
"We did, last
week, when she was over for dinner. You were in your room. Mum got bloody mad.
"
"Like I said man,
that's jut sick."
"It's not sick,
it's a joke. It didn't hurt anybody. "
"What's going on
out here. I saw just Hermione kissing George." Ginny had come out of her room
looking as though she had seen a ghost. (But
not really seeing was quite a common occurrence.)
"It's a joke we
played on Ron. Same one we played on Percy last week. You remember you were
there. I can't wait till Harry gets here. " Fred started towards the house
smirking at Ginny and rubbing his hands together evilly as he went.
"What do you mean
by that?" Ginny yelled at him, but Fred was already inside by the time she had
finished.
"So why weren't
you at dinner tonight?" Ron inquired Ginny.
"Huh, oh I wasn't
hungry."
"Yea, but I
thought you might want to catch up with Hermione or something. Thought you
might like to meet her parents." They started walking towards the house.
"Nah, I met them
last year when I went with her to Diagon Alley. They are really nice, for
muggles."
"Yea I know,
wouldn't mind them being my parents-in-law. How do you say that?"
"I dunno."
"Are you still ahem about Harry?" Ron asked his sister
as he noticed her slipping into peaceful daydreaming bliss.
"Huh, oh that?
No. Not really I like some one else. Any way I think he does too."
"Uh huh." Ron
didn't know what was wrong with his sister, but she seemed to have that glazed
look girls in those muggle movies got when they were in love. He didn't like
the fact his younger sister was in love.
"What? I do.
Besides, he's Harry Potter. I'm just your sister. That's all.", with that
Ginny walked into the Burrow, leaving her brother behind.
***
That night was
one of the best night's sleep Harry had ever had, that wasn't potion induced.
He didn't wake up until his alarm clock went off at 10:00, when he crept
downstairs, picked the lock to his cupboard, and grabbed all of his stuff.
Harry dragged his stuff upstairs, to take a sort of inventory.
He took one look
at his Hogwarts robes, and realized how amazingly small they were. But I
just bought them last year. I wasn't that small was I? Harry folded them up
and placed them back into the trunk.
After making sure
that all of his stuff was in its place, and after stuffing all of his new gifts
into the trunk, Harry was ready to go.
He dragged his trunk down the stairs and
placed it by the fireplace. He sat on the couch and waited with his head in his
hands.
"Harry."
"Yes, Aunt
Petunia."
"I know we've
never been very nice to you, or your friends. But there is something I need to
tell you about your mum."
"What? What a
freak she was, how she was different than you? No thanks I don't want to hear
it."
"Harry, your
mother was adopted."
"My mum was
what?"
"She's not my
birth sister, but she was always treated like that. I was about seven when this
man brought her to our door and explained her story. I didn't really hear all
of it, but all I know is that she isn't blood to me. My parents always treated
us as much, but we weren't. I was jealous about how much attention she got,
when she wasn't even their child."
"Why didn't you
tell me this? Why did you keep me?"
"Because even if
it wasn't blood, you're still my nephew, and even though I didn't want to. I
had responsibilities."
"So, you locked
me up in a cupboard until I was eleven."
"That was all
Vernon's idea."
"The way you
babied Dudley?"
"I didn't baby
him! He's my Duddikins, I love him."
"Well, thank you
Aunt Petunia, thank you for telling me. Better late than never."
Aunt Petunia
stood up on her shaking bony legs, and went into the kitchen to put on a pot of
coffee. Dudley came into the living room, and crouched into a ball and hid in
the corner. Uncle Vernon had left for work early that morning, without saying
goodbye.
The rest of the half hour went by a
slowly as a snail trying to swim. When Suddenly Harry heard a familiar voice
coming from the chimney. It was Sirius. "Molly I don't quite get this, I
haven't flooed in a while."
"Flooed my dear Sirius?" the words
slowly formed into the two bodies of Molly Weasly and Sirius Black. As they
emerged from the green flames, Harry heard Dudley's whimpering get louder.
"Sirius!" Harry cried as he hugged his
godfather.
"SSSSiruis as in your god father, ex-con
Ssirius." Dudley cried from the corner.
"That would be me. Very nice to meet you
Dudley, is it? Yes I do believe it is. You too Petunia, Harry has told me so
much about you two. We really must be going, Molly left food on the stove."
"It was certainly nice to meet you. "
Mrs. Weasly threw Harry's trunk into the fire shouting "The Burrow", quickly
following it in the same fashion.
"All, right then Harry we must be off.
Good bye, then."
Sirius followed Molly into the fire.
"I guess this is good-bye." Harry turned
and looked around the house one last time. As he stepped into the emerald fire,
nothing but happy thoughts filled his head.
***
"Harry, dear do have some lunch. It's in
the back yard.."
"Priceless. That was absolutely
priceless. The look on those muggle's faces when I told them who I was! That
was absolutely priceless. Where was your uncle Harry?" Sirius seemed absolutely
giddy. Ginny sat on the couch and watched it all. Absorbing all of the
faultlessness that was Harry, his tan, his body, God his body! Ginny couldn't
help but stare at his biceps poking through his t-shirt. His jeans, the way
they hung right on his hips, so that some of his black boxer shorts were
visible. And what's that on his face. On his left cheek?
"Thank you Mrs.
Weasley, but I'm not very hungry. I might grab something later." He turned to
Sirius. "He went to work early today."
"Come on Ginny, dear. Time to eat."
"Oh I'm not hungry, mum, I thought I
would go up to my room and start on my homework."
"Alright, but I expect you for dinner.
You didn't eat yesterday."
"All right mum." Ginny leaned over the
arm of the couch, and picked up her school book.
"Whatcha reading?" the familiar voice
flowed through her body. Nothing because
I can't stop thinking of you. She didn't say it though, she didn't' dare
say it.
"History, Binns gave us tons of
homework, 4ft on Goblin Rebellions, I thought we would have be done with those
by now."
"No, are you kidding we're still on
them. Any way I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk, I'm not very
hungry, I ate at the Dursley's."
"Sure why not." Ginny put her book down
and stood up to walk out with Harry. She only reached his chin. Perfect
kissing height, she thought.
***
Perfect kissing height Harry thought.
"After you." He held out his hand in a gentlemen
like fashion and stood aside.
"Thank you." Harry couldn't help but tilt his head a
small bit to get a better view of her.
"Wow."
"Did you say something?"
"What, huh? No. No I didn't say anything." Harry
couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be the same Ginny as last year. The
same one he saved in the Chamber of Secrets. As she stepped into the sunlight,
her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, and caught as many rays of
sunlight as possible. Harry couldn't believe it, but he wanted to kiss her
right then and there, in front of the whole world just to show them that he had
the most beautiful girl wrapped in his arms. But he didn't, he couldn't, not
until they got to Hogwarts anyway, or at least on the train.
***
(A/N
this really isn't in anyone's point of view I just thought I would catch you up
on what has been going on.)
They held a light conversation most of the way
through lunch. Charlie was explaining how a Hungarian horntail almost got away,
and ended up burning him badly on his right arm. He showed them the scar and
quickly changed the subject when Mrs. Weasly flinched at the sight of it.
Bill started talking about how he had met a woman.
Her name was Ariel and Bill couldn't stop talking about her. That is until Fred
asked her last name and Bill frowned.
Fred and George picked the conversation up with
there ideas for a Joke shop. The projection thingy was not the only thing they
had been concocting lately. Apparently
there was a free lot in Diagon Alley, they planned to buy it when the Quidditch
season was over with. They loved playing the game, but constantly being
battered by bludgers seemed to be affecting them. They had as a grand total
between the two of them been hit 2,345 times.
Hermione
couldn't help but cut in "You actually kept count?"
"Oh yea, all through Hogwarts too. It's good. That
way you always know … I dunno you always know something."
When they were all stuffed with Molly's cooking and
bored to tears of Percy's stories at the Ministry, Ron and Hermione got up and
left to go for a walk. They were the last one's left at the table, other than
Percy and Mrs. Weasley.
"Hey Ron, be back by 5 we want to play a short-handed
game of Quidditch." George yelled after them from inside the house.
***
After Ron heard George's announcement only slight
groans from Percy could be heard as Ron and Hermione headed off into the woods
behind his house. Ron thought they could have some privacy there, but no such
luck. They almost ran into Charlie and Sirius talking, about what seemed to be
something of very private nature.
"I'm telling you Charlie, he doesn't know what he's
doing. This could be the biggest mistake of his life. We have to get him away
from that… that… thing" Sirus looked very frustrated.
"I know Sirius I've been talking to him about it for
weeks now. He won't listen to me. For Heavens sake he doesn't even know… " The
older Weasly's words were cut short as a twig snapped in the distance. With
wand in hand, Sirius and Charlie looked suspiciously around.
"I guess we'll finish this conversation later,
Sirius. Come on back to the house I guess." Charlie eyed over his shoulder as
the man walked in front of him. Some thing wasn't right, but yet he couldn't
quite put his finger on it.
***
"That was close I was sure they saw us." After Ron
stepped on the twig in the forest, him and Hermione ran back to the house, as
fast as they could. "Hermione?"
She was crouched over on the ground heaving for air.
"You…. may…be…a quidditch….player… but I am… just a girl…" Before she could say
the next word Ron had her in his arms carrying her back to the house.
"Ah
isn't that sweet? Lil ickle Ronnikins is carrying his girlfriend across the
threshold. "
"Shut
up, Fred."
"I'm
not Fred, I'm George."
***
"Good
work. I will go immediately, you must bring them here." Lord Voldemort pointed
a long pale finger at a particular point on the map sitting in front of them.
"Yes, my lord."
"I do not care about the older ones,
kill them if you must. I just need the younger two."
"Yes,
my lord."
"Do not let them get away. Otherwise
you shall envy their quick deaths."
"Yes, my lord." And the servant
apparated to a small house in the small town of Ashley, Texas.
***
"Harry, can I ask you a question?"
"Yea Ginny." Harry and Ginny had reached the end of
the street where the Burrow had been built, and had been sitting on the grass
talking all through dinner.
"What's that on your face?"
"Well, you see when I was a baby, this evil wizard
came to my house..."
"No, Harry I mean this. " Ginny traced a delicate
finger along the fresh bruise on Harry face.
"Oh, that. Vernon hit me. But I egged him on." He
added after seeing the shocked look on her face.
"It still isn't right, Harry."
"I know, but it didn't even hurt. Really, he's quite
a weakling."
"Still Harry. You might have another scar."
"I know, it's not that bad, though. Is it?"
"Well, I noticed it."
"Yea, you noticed it. But then you tend to notice a
lot of things about me."
"Well, I um…"
"Yea, I know. I'm just hott like that."
"You, have a mighty high opinion of yourself."
"I was kidding."
"I know." There was an awkward
pause for a few minutes before Ginny spoke again. " Do you still think of me as
Ron's little sister?"
"What do you mean?"
"I am your friend or your Best Friend's Sister?"
"Well…"
"That's okay I just thought I meant more to you than
that."
"You do, that's what I was trying to say. I was
kinda hoping you would be more than a friend Ginny. You're really pretty and…"
there were no words after that. They had been moving in closer with every word
that was spoken. Before Harry knew it he was kissing her. Even if he had wanted
to stop he couldn't, of course… he didn't want to.
"HARRY!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh crap that doesn't sound good." He said as he
reluctantly pulled away.
"RON!" Hermione was chasing her boyfriend up the
hill. "Leave them alone."
"Leave em alone? You expect me to leave them alone.
Harry is snogging my sister, and you…you said you didn't like him anymore." (Sorry
to all the British people if I used that wrong I'm an American so I don't know,
but it's the effort that counts. Right? Right!)
"I know, Ron, I saw it too, but remember your
snogging one of his best friends."
This
seemed to calm him down.
"Hello, may I say something?" It was the first time
Ginny had spoken up. She was just so shocked at what had happened. "Harry and I
are not together!"
"Hm, well this is news to me." Harry turned and
looked at her, with hurt in his eyes.
"I'll explain later, Harry. I just can't, not yet."
"Alright, whatever you want."
"But still
Harry, my sister? Is that why you broke up with Cho?" Ron commented, completely
oblivious, to everyone or thing around him.
"No. Cho was going to live in China for a year and I
didn't want to deal with that."
Hermione seemed almost relieved. "We were heading up
here to ask if you wanted to play a game of Quidditch with the guys."
"And Girl" Ginny added. As she saw the surprised look on all three friends she continued. "You aren't the only Weasley who can play Ron, You know I've always wanted to be a chaser."
"Yea I guess. If you want to." The four walked down
the hill towards the house.. They had transformed the back yard of the burrow
into a mini Quidditch pitch., complete with stands and hoops. It looked almost
professional. The things that can be done with magic, Harry thought.
"It's about time if I didn't know better I'd say the
famous Harry Potter has fallen for my only sister. " Bill looked down at him
grinning.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Harry stuttered.
"Only, kidding Harry, but you should've seen the look on your face."
***
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