Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Harry Potter except maybe a few new characters along the way.

A/N: Again I'd like to state that originally this story was under the name 'emily'. Sorry this chapter didn't come up sooner. Just making some changes and such. More reviews would make it go faster…

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Chapter Two - The Burrow

When Harry had gotten out of the taxicab that Mrs. Weasley had picked him up in he went up to the house only to be knocked down by, what seemed like furry cannon.

"Crookshanks! Crookshanks get back here!" a distressed Hermione called out. Then she saw Harry lying on the ground. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't even see you there." She bent down to give him a hand up.

"Thanks Hermione. What's with Crookshanks?"

"Oh, well, the twins took him upstairs to the attic. He didn't like the ghoul much. So how has your summer been?" Hermione asked him while helping him carry his trunk up the stairs.

"The usual." Harry said. "Thanks for the book. It was great."

"It was nothing. I found it in a wizard bookshop in Bulgaria." Hermione then went into spirited detail of her time with Viktor in Bulgaria. Harry attempted to listen but she was speaking too fast. Then Ron came downstairs.

"Oh, good Harry you're here. Now I won't have to put up with Hermione talking about Krum the whole time. You can have the pleasure." Ron said with a look of disgust on his face.

"Wonderful." Harry replied wryly, listening to Hermione go on and on. "Hermione, I'm going upstairs to put my stuff away now." She nodded and went into the living room. "Hey, Thanks for the chess set. Maybe I can teach them to listen to me. Then, maybe, I'll even beat you!"

Ron laughed. "Yeah right. Not in a thousand years."

"Oh, that reminds me, I have something for you." He pulled his Firebolt out of his box. It looked as new as the first day he got it. Ron stared dumbfounded.

"No way. I can't take that. It's your Firebolt. Padfoot got that for you." Ron was totally mystified by the fact that Harry would want to give up his broom.

"Yeah, I know. I'm having difficulty parting with it, but I got a new broom from him. I'm rather mad that he did that, as this one is fine, but he's as stubborn as mule." And as an after thought he said, "Like me, so there isn't anything you can do. I mean, if you want to try out for Quidditch, you're going to need all the help you can get." He held out the broom for Ron to take.

But Ron was still shaking his head. "You got a new broom? There isn't one better than a Firebolt."

"Apparently there is." Harry opened his trunk and showed Ron the Firebolt 2000. "It only came out a few weeks ago. So you see? I don't need two. I want you to have it."

Ron's demeanor changed instantly. He grabbed the broom from Harry. "Let's go try them out! Fred and George are going to be so jealous." Ron ran out of the room, said hi to his mom, and hopped on the broom as soon as he got out the door. Harry followed suit.

After an hour or so Mrs. Weasley called them in to have dinner. Harry sat down and took in all the wonderful aromas. He loved her cooking, and after the Dursley's this was just a little piece of heaven.

"Now Harry have as much as you want. There is plenty for everyone." Harry thanked Mrs. Weasley and dug in.

"Harry, pass the mashed potatoes." Harry turned and saw that it was Ginny asking him. During his previous visits to the Burrow she could barely stay in the same room as him let alone talk to him.

"Ginny! Where are your manners? Say please! Harry is our guest for heavens sake!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"Sorry. Harry, would you be so kind as to pass the mashed potatoes?" Ginny replied.

Harry laughed, "Yeah, here you go."

"Thank you. You are such a darling." By this time everyone at the table had started to giggle. Even Mrs. Weasley was trying not to laugh.

"Anyway, children your Hogwarts letters came today. So we're going to head to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning. Harry, dear, yours didn't come."

"I already got mine, hold on I'll go get it." Harry excused himself from the table for a moment and soon returned with his letter and handed it to Mrs. Weasley. "I got it this morning."

Mrs. Weasley opened it and a button fell out. She picked it up and started glowing with pride. "Oh, Harry. You're a prefect sweetheart."

He nodded, "Yeah, I know." He continued eating his meal. Meanwhile everyone stared at him. "What? It's not that big of a deal."

"It says you're the new Griffindor Quidditch captain too." Molly Weasley almost started to cry. Harry nodded. "It is a big deal honey. You know I think we should celebrate."

Harry shook his head fervently. "No, that's not necessary. I don't want anything special." He didn't even want anyone to find out about it. The last time Harry got any special treatment Ron got really jealous. That was the last thing he needed.

"Are you sure? We could go celebrate yours and Hermione's becoming a prefect. Go out for dinner or something."

"If Hermione wants something that's okay but I don't want anything. Thanks for the offer though." Harry then excused himself from the table thanking Molly for the meal and went upstairs to Ron's room. He sat on his cot and put his head in his hands. The truth was he didn't think he deserved to be a prefect or Quidditch captain. After all it was his fault that Cedric was dead. His thoughts floated back to his previous dream of the third task. Ron came into the room and saw Harry sitting there.

"Hey Harry. What's up?" Ron asked, a little worried about his friend.

"Hmm? Oh nothing, just thinking that's all." Harry replied rather unconvincingly.

"Yeah right. You're not having dreams again are you?" He asked anxiously.

"No. At least not the kind you're talking about. No visions or anything." Harry replied.

"What kind of dreams are you having? Nightmares?" Ron was really concerned. He'd never seen Harry look this depressed before.

"Look Ron. It's nothing you have to worry about all right? Thanks for the concern though. I do appreciate it. Hey, and don't tell anybody you found me like this okay? I don't need anyone else worried about nothing." Ron nodded reluctantly and they started back downstairs to visit for awhile before bed.

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The next morning, Harry woke up from the same nightmare. Except this time instead of the ghosts of the people giving him encouragement, they gave him grief and guilt. His own parents said that it was his own fault. Somewhere in Harry's mind he knew this was not true, but his own guilt took over. He looked at watch, it said it was seven fifteen in the morning. He sat up and yawned, his nightmare soon leaving his mind. He looked over at Ron, who was half off the bed. He was now much too big for his small twin sized mattress.

"Hey Ron wake up." Harry whispered. He didn't want to startle Ron, as he was hanging precariously off the side of his bed. Harry tried shaking him, with no luck. "Hey! Ron Get your lazy arse out of bed!"

Just as Harry thought, Ron fell out of his bed. "Huh? Whazzamatta?" Ron said looking around his bleary eyed. As consciousness slowly came to him he realized that he was on the floor. "My room looks a lot bigger from this perspective."

"Yeah? Well put some clothes on breakfast's almost ready." Harry said while going out the door.

"Hey wait for me!" Ron yelled out the door half dressed.

"Hey nice look Ron."

Ron turned around and saw that Ginny and Hermione were coming out of their room. He looked at himself and realized that his boxers were still hanging out of his pants and his shirt wasn't done up. He face turned red right to the roots of his hair. "Umm… yeah well…" He turned around and slammed his door shut.

Hermione was also blushing. Ginny was having the time of her life watching the two of them. "How'd you like the show Herm?" It was very rare for Hermione to blush, and if was even possible she went even redder. Ginny was giggling as Hermione practically ran downstairs.

Ten minutes later Ron made his way downstairs completely ignoring Hermione, and she returned the favour. "Alright, kids we're going to Diagon Alley in half an hour so eat up!" Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen.

After every one had eaten everyone gathered around the fireplace ready to go to Diagon Alley. This was the part that Harry was dreading. He hated using the floo to travel. "Alright, Harry, you go first." Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry threw the floo powder into the fire, yelled "Diagon Alley" and walked through the fire waiting for the rush of flames.

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A/N: Sorry that this chapter was kind of short. They'll perhaps get longer if you review. My ego needs boosting!