Harry awoke to a woman tapping him on the shoulder, "Eh?" He looked down;
Morgana was asleep against his chest, a blanket pulled up over the two of
them on the floor. He looked up. Ginny looked down disapprovingly at him,
"Oh…Hello."
"Good evening, Mr. Potter…" Ginny placed her hands on her hips, "If I remember correctly, you have a dinner date."
"Eh?" Harry asked confused, and then he remembered…Dinner with the Weasley's. He'd promised Ginny, "Oh Gin…I'm sorry!"
"Well, you haven't missed it yet…I figured I better check to make sure that you were coming."
"Of course…Just…let me get dressed."
"Yes…of course." With that, Ginny popped out of site.
"What was that?" Morgana asked, peering up sleepily, and then smiling, "Hello Harry."
"Hello, Morgana…" Harry ran his fingers through her hair, "I apologize, but I have to go."
"Where?" She asked, a little hurt that he was leaving.
"Weasley's. I told Ginny I would-"
"Harry."
"I'm sorry, Morgan." He kissed her forehead, "I'll be back soon. Its just dinner."
"Okay…" Morgana sighed, pulling the blankets up around her body, as he stood, and collected his clothes up off the floor.
"I'll talk to you when I get back." He kissed her again, and then ran upstairs to shower, and dress.
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Harry stood outside of the Burrow. He hadn't been there in nearly…six years now? He'd started playing for the Starlight's when he was nineteen…that was right after the final showdown with Lord Voldemort…now the old man was locked away in Azkaban, completely weakened. In that final hour, he'd lost all of his power…he would live forever. He would never be human enough to die…so he would suffer in pain, and agony in Azkaban until…well…there wasn't an 'until'. He had a life sentence.
Harry stepped up onto the rickety old porch, and knocked on the door, "Hello?"
"Hold on…" It was Ginny's voice. A moment later, she opened the door, "Good! You're here! Your just in time." She ushered him inside.
At the table, Arthur Weasley sat at the head of the table, Molly on his left, Percy (now Vice President of the Ministry) on his right, along with Neville who looked a little out of place among all the red heads at the table next to him. Next to Molly, Bill and Charlie sat looking distastefully at their plates; Ron and Hermione sat very close to one another, away from the rest of the family.
"Harry!" Arthur stood, "We were expecting you…Your earlier then we thought you'd be."
Harry smiled, "Hello Mr. Weasley."
"Oh gosh, call me Arthur! Your not a little kid anymore!"
"Dad…" Percy coughed.
Arthur rolled his eyes. None of the Weasley's got along very well with Harry much anymore. He didn't understand what the problem was. He'd taken the boy into his family, and he was going to be treated like family!
"Sit!" Arthur motioned towards the chair nearest to Ginny, where she sat next to Neville.
Harry tensely sat, "It was…ah…very nice of you invite me."
"I must apologize for not answering your letter, Harry dear…" Molly took up his plate, and began dishing food out onto it, over loading it with mashed potatoes, and gravy and meatballs, along with some delicious looking turkey, and ham, some green beans on side. She handed him the plate back.
"That's alright, Mrs.-"
"Molly, please." Molly smiled at him.
"Molly." Harry smiled down at his food.
"See…it isn't so bad…" Ginny whispered to him, as the others joined into the conversation, "We miss you…"
Harry glanced at Ron, and Hermione who where whispering to each other, "Yea…your parents, and brother's don't mind…Hey? Where are Fred and George?" He suddenly asked.
Molly sighed, "Their on their way…I told them I wasn't going to wait for them this time…" she rolled her eyes, "Their at their shop they just opened. Weasley Wizard Wheezes…"
Harry smiled. He knew that that brother's had been planning on opening a joke shop, and he had known that they would have been able to do it, too…
"They're stocking their shelves. The opening is in a few days, and they want to make sure they don't run out of goodies…" Molly sighed again.
"Yea…" Bill sighed, "I don't know how many canary creams they've been ramming down every one's throat, to make sure their recipes are right…"
Harry laughed. He remembered those things. Neville had been the first to try out their little trick. It had been quite funny when he'd burst into feather, "I remember when they first tested them…"
"They agreed they wouldn't stock ton tongue toffee's of course…far to dangerous for children…" Arthur scooped up a forkful of mashed potato.
"Oh! I think I hear them now…" Molly's head perked up towards the door.
"'Lo Mum!" George, who had a small child in tow, through the door second, followed Fred closely.
"'Lo Grand mum." The small child pranced over, red flaming hair, flying behind his little head, to give his grand-mummy a hug.
"Hello Hale…" Molly gave the child a peck on the cheek, "Where you helping Daddy stock the shop?"
The child nodded its head, as Fred and George noticed Harry.
"Oy!" They both yelled, "Harry!"
"Mum told us we was having company, but we didn't figure it would be you!" George took the seat next to him, "What's been going on?"
"Nothing really." Harry shook his head.
"What have you been doing?" Fred sat a chair away from George, so Hale could sit between them, "Quidditch I suppose? How are the Starlight's doing? Can't say I've been keeping up with the American team to well…"
"We're doing very well…" Harry nodded, "We're very close to getting to the Cup…"
"That's dandy swell!" George slapped his back, and Harry winced.
"Oh, are you all right?" Ginny asked.
"Yea…" Harry nodded.
"Wos wrong with you?" Fred asked.
"Fell out of the air this morning."
"He fancies himself an acrobat…" Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry, "He was trying to jump onto one of the chaser's brooms during practice today."
"Harry! Are you an idiot!"
"We do it all the time really…during games, Seekers jump all over the place during half time shows…"
"American are idiots, aren't they?" Fred asked, "We never jumped onto each other's brooms at Hogwarts!"
Harry smiled, "We get bored, I'll admit…They usually don't release the snitch right away…"
"That's not bloody fair!" Fred crossed his arms, "They have to release the snitch."
Harry shrugged, "It gives the Seeker time to rile up the crowd…we stand on our brooms…jump onto each others…" He shrugged, "It's all in sport…I only fell today, because Morgana-"
"Whose Morgana?" Ron suddenly asked.
"If you'd stop ignoring my letters, you'd know who Morgana is." Harry turned to his ex-best friend.
"Its not my fault you're an ass, and I-"
"Ron!" Molly covered Hale's ears, "Watch your language!"
"Sorry Mum." Ron was still staring at Harry, "So…who is she?"
"She's my manager's daughter, for you information."
"She's muggle." Ginny added.
"Harry!" All of the Weasley's spoke at the same time.
"What?!" Harry asked, "Her mother died when she was young…her father is a wizard. She was raised a witch, even if she has no magic…"
"You don't want to know how I found them when I went to make sure he was coming…" Ginny stabbed her potato pile.
"Ginny! Are you trying to make your family hate me?" Harry asked.
"No…" Ginny smiled.
"Then stop telling them things!" Harry sighed.
"What kind of things, Harry?" Molly asked, teasingly.
"He's got a house-elf…" Ginny suddenly spoke up, "It's name is Dobby Junior."
"Dobby? Isn't that the-"
"It's the spawn of Dobby Senior…" Harry sighed, "He and Winky…well you know."
"Dobby? Wasn't that one of the annoying house-elves?" Fred asked, "Big budging eyes, and wore socks a lot…"
"Yea…" Harry nodded.
"I thought House-elves weren't allowed to reproduce." Hermione spoke up.
"They got a license…" Harry looked down at his half eaten plate. He suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore. He didn't like discussing his life with these people… He knew he shouldn't call them "people"…they where his family. The only other family he had ever had…unless you included the Dursley's, "Um…I really should be getting back-"
"Oh Harry, you just got here!" Ginny argued, "Stay and talk awhile! Tell us about Quidditch…"
Harry sat back in his chair, not liking the idea of staying…but if it pleased Ginny….
"Good evening, Mr. Potter…" Ginny placed her hands on her hips, "If I remember correctly, you have a dinner date."
"Eh?" Harry asked confused, and then he remembered…Dinner with the Weasley's. He'd promised Ginny, "Oh Gin…I'm sorry!"
"Well, you haven't missed it yet…I figured I better check to make sure that you were coming."
"Of course…Just…let me get dressed."
"Yes…of course." With that, Ginny popped out of site.
"What was that?" Morgana asked, peering up sleepily, and then smiling, "Hello Harry."
"Hello, Morgana…" Harry ran his fingers through her hair, "I apologize, but I have to go."
"Where?" She asked, a little hurt that he was leaving.
"Weasley's. I told Ginny I would-"
"Harry."
"I'm sorry, Morgan." He kissed her forehead, "I'll be back soon. Its just dinner."
"Okay…" Morgana sighed, pulling the blankets up around her body, as he stood, and collected his clothes up off the floor.
"I'll talk to you when I get back." He kissed her again, and then ran upstairs to shower, and dress.
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Harry stood outside of the Burrow. He hadn't been there in nearly…six years now? He'd started playing for the Starlight's when he was nineteen…that was right after the final showdown with Lord Voldemort…now the old man was locked away in Azkaban, completely weakened. In that final hour, he'd lost all of his power…he would live forever. He would never be human enough to die…so he would suffer in pain, and agony in Azkaban until…well…there wasn't an 'until'. He had a life sentence.
Harry stepped up onto the rickety old porch, and knocked on the door, "Hello?"
"Hold on…" It was Ginny's voice. A moment later, she opened the door, "Good! You're here! Your just in time." She ushered him inside.
At the table, Arthur Weasley sat at the head of the table, Molly on his left, Percy (now Vice President of the Ministry) on his right, along with Neville who looked a little out of place among all the red heads at the table next to him. Next to Molly, Bill and Charlie sat looking distastefully at their plates; Ron and Hermione sat very close to one another, away from the rest of the family.
"Harry!" Arthur stood, "We were expecting you…Your earlier then we thought you'd be."
Harry smiled, "Hello Mr. Weasley."
"Oh gosh, call me Arthur! Your not a little kid anymore!"
"Dad…" Percy coughed.
Arthur rolled his eyes. None of the Weasley's got along very well with Harry much anymore. He didn't understand what the problem was. He'd taken the boy into his family, and he was going to be treated like family!
"Sit!" Arthur motioned towards the chair nearest to Ginny, where she sat next to Neville.
Harry tensely sat, "It was…ah…very nice of you invite me."
"I must apologize for not answering your letter, Harry dear…" Molly took up his plate, and began dishing food out onto it, over loading it with mashed potatoes, and gravy and meatballs, along with some delicious looking turkey, and ham, some green beans on side. She handed him the plate back.
"That's alright, Mrs.-"
"Molly, please." Molly smiled at him.
"Molly." Harry smiled down at his food.
"See…it isn't so bad…" Ginny whispered to him, as the others joined into the conversation, "We miss you…"
Harry glanced at Ron, and Hermione who where whispering to each other, "Yea…your parents, and brother's don't mind…Hey? Where are Fred and George?" He suddenly asked.
Molly sighed, "Their on their way…I told them I wasn't going to wait for them this time…" she rolled her eyes, "Their at their shop they just opened. Weasley Wizard Wheezes…"
Harry smiled. He knew that that brother's had been planning on opening a joke shop, and he had known that they would have been able to do it, too…
"They're stocking their shelves. The opening is in a few days, and they want to make sure they don't run out of goodies…" Molly sighed again.
"Yea…" Bill sighed, "I don't know how many canary creams they've been ramming down every one's throat, to make sure their recipes are right…"
Harry laughed. He remembered those things. Neville had been the first to try out their little trick. It had been quite funny when he'd burst into feather, "I remember when they first tested them…"
"They agreed they wouldn't stock ton tongue toffee's of course…far to dangerous for children…" Arthur scooped up a forkful of mashed potato.
"Oh! I think I hear them now…" Molly's head perked up towards the door.
"'Lo Mum!" George, who had a small child in tow, through the door second, followed Fred closely.
"'Lo Grand mum." The small child pranced over, red flaming hair, flying behind his little head, to give his grand-mummy a hug.
"Hello Hale…" Molly gave the child a peck on the cheek, "Where you helping Daddy stock the shop?"
The child nodded its head, as Fred and George noticed Harry.
"Oy!" They both yelled, "Harry!"
"Mum told us we was having company, but we didn't figure it would be you!" George took the seat next to him, "What's been going on?"
"Nothing really." Harry shook his head.
"What have you been doing?" Fred sat a chair away from George, so Hale could sit between them, "Quidditch I suppose? How are the Starlight's doing? Can't say I've been keeping up with the American team to well…"
"We're doing very well…" Harry nodded, "We're very close to getting to the Cup…"
"That's dandy swell!" George slapped his back, and Harry winced.
"Oh, are you all right?" Ginny asked.
"Yea…" Harry nodded.
"Wos wrong with you?" Fred asked.
"Fell out of the air this morning."
"He fancies himself an acrobat…" Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry, "He was trying to jump onto one of the chaser's brooms during practice today."
"Harry! Are you an idiot!"
"We do it all the time really…during games, Seekers jump all over the place during half time shows…"
"American are idiots, aren't they?" Fred asked, "We never jumped onto each other's brooms at Hogwarts!"
Harry smiled, "We get bored, I'll admit…They usually don't release the snitch right away…"
"That's not bloody fair!" Fred crossed his arms, "They have to release the snitch."
Harry shrugged, "It gives the Seeker time to rile up the crowd…we stand on our brooms…jump onto each others…" He shrugged, "It's all in sport…I only fell today, because Morgana-"
"Whose Morgana?" Ron suddenly asked.
"If you'd stop ignoring my letters, you'd know who Morgana is." Harry turned to his ex-best friend.
"Its not my fault you're an ass, and I-"
"Ron!" Molly covered Hale's ears, "Watch your language!"
"Sorry Mum." Ron was still staring at Harry, "So…who is she?"
"She's my manager's daughter, for you information."
"She's muggle." Ginny added.
"Harry!" All of the Weasley's spoke at the same time.
"What?!" Harry asked, "Her mother died when she was young…her father is a wizard. She was raised a witch, even if she has no magic…"
"You don't want to know how I found them when I went to make sure he was coming…" Ginny stabbed her potato pile.
"Ginny! Are you trying to make your family hate me?" Harry asked.
"No…" Ginny smiled.
"Then stop telling them things!" Harry sighed.
"What kind of things, Harry?" Molly asked, teasingly.
"He's got a house-elf…" Ginny suddenly spoke up, "It's name is Dobby Junior."
"Dobby? Isn't that the-"
"It's the spawn of Dobby Senior…" Harry sighed, "He and Winky…well you know."
"Dobby? Wasn't that one of the annoying house-elves?" Fred asked, "Big budging eyes, and wore socks a lot…"
"Yea…" Harry nodded.
"I thought House-elves weren't allowed to reproduce." Hermione spoke up.
"They got a license…" Harry looked down at his half eaten plate. He suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore. He didn't like discussing his life with these people… He knew he shouldn't call them "people"…they where his family. The only other family he had ever had…unless you included the Dursley's, "Um…I really should be getting back-"
"Oh Harry, you just got here!" Ginny argued, "Stay and talk awhile! Tell us about Quidditch…"
Harry sat back in his chair, not liking the idea of staying…but if it pleased Ginny….
