A/N: I know that many authors have the annoying tendency to wait for immense amounts of time before publishing their next chapter, but I do admit, this does push the extreme.
The red Lincoln landed with a rude bump in front of the Burrow. Careening wildly, the car spiraled off in a tangent with Mr. Weasley struggling to regain control, but despite his efforts, the Lincoln skidded into the front yard. When the smoke finally cleared, Harry cautiously opened the door to see several shell-shocked chickens staring dazedly at him. The Weasleys, on the other hand, seemed to think that this was perfectly normal, and once they had descended from the car, Mr. Weasley absently waved his wand at the Lincoln, which then drew itself, in a dignified and superior manner, to the driveway.
The Burrow was larger than Harry remembered. There seemed to be several new rooms tacked haphazardly to the main frame of the house, and Harry could see a room that was sticking out by itself on the fourth floor. Harry went into one of these rooms and saw that it was done in tasteful late-Victorian interior decoration with portraits of late Victorian families on the walls, with the fiery red hair in the picture itching to burst into flame. Harry, with some surprise, could see a sullen looking Ron standing in the corner of a large painting. He was pulled disgustedly at his extravagant tuxedo, and went back to being sullen again.
The bed seemed to have a personalized style adjustment system, and when Harry sat on it, the blankets suddenly pictured him zooming around on a broomstick, and the cloth Harry in the bed sheet stopped to give Harry a smile and a wave. Some of the paintings on the wall that had not been about the Weasleys now featured Harry either catching the Snitch or Harry dodging a Bludger. Bemused, Harry was about to walk out when Mr. Weasley entered the room, whereupon the room's main concept seemed to be about strange whirring contraptions and dismantled cars and watches, though one of the paintings showed a delighted Mr. Weasley going on a trip to Egypt.
"Ah, there you are Harry!" said Mr. Weasley. "This is our new guest room. Well, this is where you will reside for the rest of the summer. Welcome to our new home." Mr. Weasley spread his arms out majestically and smiled. Harry was forcibly reminded of the hotel commercials on TV. Glancing at the bedspread again, Harry could see a tiny WWW insignia written at the base.
"Yes," said Mr. Weasley, confirming Harry's thought. "This was manufactured by Fred and George. We owe a lot to them." Mr. Weasley was suddenly smiling dreamily, and Harry saw that the largest picture in the room was now featuring the flying Lincoln. "Well, there it is," said Mr. Weasley.
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An uneventful week passed at the Burrow, if one could call any moment at the Burrow uneventful. Harry was now thoroughly used to his reflection sneering at his messy hair every morning, it seemed as if the family ghoul had taken a vacation, and the garden gnomes were content to chase the chickens. Ginny Weasley was still blushing inconsolably whenever Harry came so much as ten yards in her radius. Harry spent most of his time reading Ron's collection of "Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle" or playing Quidditch, though he preferred to fly rather than read the escapades of a man who spent most of his time phoning everyone in the London phone book.
Several days passed, and with remarkable suddenness, September 1 and the Hogwarts Express slid into existence around Harry. He looked out the window and saw a merrily waving Mr and Mrs. Weasley. Harry turned back and sat. This was going to be yet another year.
A/N: Yes, that is incredibly short for a 4 month delay, but since anyone doesn't read this anyway… Please r/r.