Chapter Seven.

"Oh Harry, we're so proud of you!" Mrs. Weasley enveloped him in a hug, "You simply MUST come home with us to celebrate."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Weasley." He smiled, "I have to find someone first."

"Who would that be, dear?" Mrs. Weasley looked at him oddly.

"Morgana." He looked out over the field, "I didn't think she'd still be mad at me."

"I think I might have run into her earlier at the concession stand, but I don't know where she's at now." Ginny shrugged.

"I don't want to leave without saying goodbye to her." Harry whirled around looking all over for her, "Why don't you all come back to my man- house." He forced a smile, "And then we can all leave together as a group tomorrow morning? I'm sure you'll all find my house elf simply delightful."

"Oh yes! Dobby is SUCH a cute little thing!" Ginny smiled at her parents, and brothers.

"It has suddenly occurred to me. where are Ron and Hermione?"

Mrs. Weasley bit her lip, "I was hoping you wouldn't notice dear. It seems they've holed them selves up in Hermione's apartment in London, doing only god knows what. They're.they're still a bitter with you I'm afraid."

Harry sighed, "Did you give them the tickets?"

"Of course, dear!" Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Ron went on and on about some nonsense about him not taking charity, or something like that, and if he wanted to go to a quidditch match, he'd go to the quidditch match, and he didn't want to go to a quidditch match."

"Oh." Harry pushed his glasses up further onto his face.

"Aw, come off it Harry, it's his own loss." Fred put an arm over his shoulder, "If he can't bloody forget about something that happened years and years ago, he doesn't ruddy deserve to come to one of your games. Fabulous save by the way!"

"Thanks." Harry smiled,, and then turned his attention back to the matter at hand, "So! What do you all say to a night in America?"

"It sounds lovely, Harry dear, but only if it's not to much-"

"No, Molly!" Harry took her hand, and began to lead her out to the parking lot, "No trouble at all my dear woman! Dobby would be HAPPY to see to all of our needs. To be quite frank, I myself can't give him enough work."

Mrs. Weasley giggled a bit, as Ginny smiled, walking behind the two of them with her father.

"I'm so happy to see him happy again, Dad." Ginny put an arm around his waist, "It's been so long."

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"Mr. Potter, I've finished with your lawn." The tall, slightly tanned girl, Lillian he believed her name was, stood in the doorway.

"It looks very nice.How much do I owe you?"

"Five fifty." She smiled.

"Ah." He nodded, "And how much am I supposed to tip you today?"

"Oh.How about." She was teasing him, and he knew it, "One kiss, with a hint of tongue."

"You drive a very hard bargain Lillian." He smiled.

"Oh." She shrugged, "It's okay if you don't tip me today. I could always just put it on your tab."

"How many tips do I have on my tab?"

"Oh.enough to get onto your couch for."

"Maybe I should take care of those now." He pushed the money he owed her for the lawn into her hand, "Do you have the time?"

"Anything for you, Mr. Potter." Lillian smiled.

A throat cleared behind him, and Lillian smiled sheepishly, as Harry turned to see Ginny with her arms crossed.

"Ah.Ginny." He bit his lip, "This is.a. Lillian. She mows lawn for me."

"Very nice to meet you Lillian. Harry, if you don't mind, Mum and Dad would like to be going soon. So you can get settled in at the Burrow."

Harry pursed his lips, "Maybe another time, Lillian?"

"Just call me when you'd like to cash them in, Mr. Potter. I'm always available."

"I'll keep that in mind." He watched her walk down the steps and to her bike, "Roar."

Ginny cleared her throat again, "I can't believe you Harry. She can't be more then seventeen."

"She's only thirteen actually." He leaned out the door watching her peddle away, "Isn't she fabulous?"

"Harry Potter!" Ginny smacked his shoulder.

"Ouch!" Harry rubbed his shoulder, "That hurt! I'm only kidding! I'd never consider making out with her!"

"Oh really now?" She asked.

"Okay, so I did once, but it was only once! I know she's teasing, and she knows I'm teasing."

"Harry, Harry, Harry. You really are some kind of Casanova aren't you?"

"I try." He shrugged.

"I hate to think of what you've been doing for the last six years."

Harry smiled, "You probably don't want to know."

"Are you almost ready, Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Yea. I just have to make a quick call." He nodded.

"Make it fast."

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"Hi Morgana?" Harry asked, "I'm just calling to tell you I'm leaving the country for awhile. I'll be back for practice before the cup. Um. If you need to get a hold of me, I'll be at the Weasley's. I'll send the address to your dad. Uh. call me? You know my cell phone? I'm really sorry about the other day. I shouldn't have said that to you. Um. I'll talk to you later."

He dropped the phone onto his cradle, and turned to the array of Weasley's who had listened in on the conversation, "You wanted something?" Ginny giggled, "Sorry Harry." She shrugged, "Couldn't help ourselves. Are you ready to go now?"

"Yea. As ready as I'm gonna get."