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A/N- Ron is a teensy bit OOC at the end in his letter, but it's just concern for Harry. Aside from that, well Ms. Figg is herself and not much happens. And it's very short, sorry.

THE TROUBLES

Ms. Figg stared across the table at the two boys. Seamus was eating his dinner calmly but was Harry blushing a furious red. Suddenly Seamus picked a piece of asparagus and deep throated it before closing a mouth and sensually chewing. Harry snorted into his glass and turned redder than Ron could when sunburned and embarrassed. Ms. Figg couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh come on Harry, show him up." Harry continued to, guess what? Blush. Seamus smiled cheekily at his aunt and then at his impromptu lover.

"Now you two." Ms. Figg fixed them both with a powerful gaze. "I don't want you two doing anything to soon for each other if you catch my drift." She winked so suggestively that Seamus blushed this time while Harry just choked on air, which is very hard to do. "Now I imagine that the two of you have things you want to "talk" about but I seriously think you should do some talking before that." She glared at them meaningfully and they left the table. She sighed then and slumped into her chair.

"Oh Albus, will you be ok? Will Voldemort kill this love and all others?" She shuddered at the memory of some of the things Voldemort had done. Then she firmed her resolve. They would kill him this time, even if she had to sacrifice herself.

"So, um, Harry, um, I, um." Seamus struggled for words something he'd never done before.

"Oh come on Seamus let's just tumble." Harry said. Suddenly Seamus found himself under attack from the black haired boy. He tried to talk and but Harry was nibbling his ear again and massaging his pants and it was so very good…

"Se- Seamus?" Harry asked nervously. Seamus just smiled and flipped the boy onto his back, Seamus liked to be in control sometimes, and right now was one of them He dusted kisses lightly over Harry's neck and chest. Harry sighed and shifted as his chest and body tingled. Harry suddenly giggled and twitched away as Seamus tickled him with some kisses. Then he gasped as Seamus blew air gently into his ear.

Then Harry attacked him, grinding his hips into Seamus. Seamus was taken aback by the sudden movement but soon returned the favor. At the moment of release he kissed Harry fiercely on the mouth. For a second their bodies were melded and they were one. Harry got a mysterious impression of green and ancient power. Seamus felt the noon sun and whispering breezes.

Both of them felt something was missing…

"Well." Harry stumbled; he really wasn't sure what to say. Seamus seemed to sense that.

"Listen, I know all about your situation with the Muggles, we'll just see each other at school alright?" Harry nodded, Seamus' eyes looked wet but Harry had no tears in him, had had no tears since- He stopped thinking about it.

"Ok then, it's only a few more weeks." Harry said cheerfully. Seamus nodded and then Harry turned to Ms. Figg.

"Well it's damn good to see you out, I can get a decent nights rest now without you two thumping the walls up there." Harry blushed while Seamus grinned sadly. Then he walked inside. Harry gazed mournfully after him and then Ms. Figg grabbed his chin and faced him.

"You listen here young man, you two are good for each other but don't get all wishy washy. You cannot hide things from him and you better not hurt him in any way shape or form." She stopped then and still holding his chin between her gnarled old fingers. "And don't be afraid to confide in him just as you would to Dumbbell."

Harry nodded and was turning to go when Seamus launched himself at him from out of the house. He kissed Harry hard and punched into Harry's mouth with his tongue. The kiss was somehow desperate and passionate. Harry let go with great reluctance and then Seamus ran inside but before he went he cheekily blew a kiss to Harry and winked. Harry smiled and turned to go "home" only to see a fainted Aunt Petunia on the door step and Uncle Vernon a livid red.

"BOY!" Harry sighed. After dragging Aunt Petunia into the house Uncle Vernon had gone on the warpath while Dudley sneered at Harry around his fat face. Dudley had already gained back all the weight he'd lost at school, and then some.

"Now listen here, being, a- a, well you know what is bad enough," For a second Harry couldn't help but see the similarity between how the Dursleys treated magic and wizards treated Voldemort. "But if you think you can get away with any of that- that- faggot behavior in this household you are dead-" Harry went cold, he knew what that word meant, knew the hate it held, and it made him angrier than he had ever been before at the Dursleys. He glared at Uncle Vernon and then pulled out his wand, slowly, sensually, and with a deadly grace. Uncle Vernon saw the anger in Harry's eyes and the animal instinct, the fight or flight part of his brain, which humans normally suppressed, rose and awoke. And it said flight.

"Well then I- uh- you- that is-" Suddenly Uncle Vernon was entranced by Harry's wand, the piece of wood sparked and made him take a step back, his face going red with anger and fear. Dudley had long since run away. Harry smiled cruelly then.

"Well I guess I'll have to write Sirius and tell him to pick me up." What followed was as expected. Uncle Vernon paled, gasped and the words of denial and slight apology came stumbling out, and then he made a hasty retreat. Harry sighed and polished his wand absentmindedly. He adjusted his glasses and went upstairs; the summer was going to be really boring now. At least he thought so until he got upstairs and was hit by a large ball of fluff.

"Pigwidgeon?" Harry asked. The not quite so small owl hooted happily. Hedwig gave him a disdainful look. Harry untied the not on his leg.

Harry!

Dumbledore wrote us and said you can spend August our house! Hermione will be there too (she can't get enough of these "How To Be An Auror" books). Snuffles will be here too, just so you know. He said he saw you earlier at Ms. Figg's house. Is that the same old woman that you told me about that smells like cats that the Muggles send you to? I guess that does prove Dumbledore thinks of everything…

Dad told me that Arabella Figg is a fairly well known Auror, one of the few ones from Slytherin if you can believe that! Anyway, don't mention anything about the Ministry around Percy; he's taking Crouch's betrayal and Fudge's cowardice rather personal. He's gotten bitter and his girlfriend Penelope broke it off with him. This summer's been rough hasn't it, I mean what with all the You-Know-Who stuff… Harry please respond soon, we just wanna know you're ok alright? And we'll come pick you up soon, don't worry about the Muggles, they can't stop us!

Ron

Harry smiled, and then laughed. He'd be going to the Burrow for the last part of summer! An entire month with the Weaselys and Sirius would be there. Any and all feeling surrounding Ced- no, he shoved the thoughts to the back of his head. He could display no weakness anymore.

As Harry made his resolution and his day brightened at the thought of a month at the Burrow, he didn't notice the sky outside darken as the Dark Mark rose over the neighborhood.

Sara- I'll take you up on that. I am sorta proud of Ms. Figg as well, don't worry, you see more of her…

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