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Harry and Emma met every night from then on. Keeping it a secret from the Dursleys was hard, but how would they explain why the girl next door would want to spend time with him a criminal, so it was best keeping it a secret. They were swinging back and forth on the swings late one early August evening and the stars were out much clearer then usual, during the past few weeks they had become good friends, while it was nothing compared to Ron and Hermione it did have potential.

"So did they get mad at you for coming in late last night?" Emma said breaking the silence.

"A little but it doesn't matter, they've been madder," He replied. Emma got that snorty half-laugh remembering some of the stories he had told her.

Then suddenly as Emma was swinging toward the ground she fell off with a scream and clutched her head. Harry immediately jumped off his swing to her side. She was screaming in horror shouting no and various other things he could not understand but slowly she came back to her senses. "Are you okay?"

"Yea," she said a little dazed.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

"Are you sure?"

"YES, I'M FINE, NOW DROP IT!"

"Sorry."

"Look, I--I just really need to go, okay."
"Okay, but-" It was too late she was gone. He stood there for several minutes trying to figure out what was happening, he was lost. To think I thought this girl was normal gosh, they don't make sense, he thought to himself. He began to walk home slowly still utterly confused about what had just happened. Turning into the driveway of number four and opening the door he ran into a great surprise.

Standing before him was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, a million thoughts flew threw his brain and then suddenly stopped, he had forgotten to write. "Why hello Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, nice to see you," he said after realizing what he's done.

Mrs. Weasley ran over and engulfed him in a huge hug and then took his face in her hands and proceeded to say, "We were so worried, are you alright, have they been feeding you better? I'm sure you could do with a nice big meal right, oh my, oh my, you've been getting our letters right, well of course you have been, until recently you answered all of them, and about that they've been saying they didn't stop you from communicating, but we didn't believe them, so did they, huh? Did they?"

Harry's head spun as he desperately tried to think through everything she had said in the past second. "I've been fed decently," he said slowly trying to make sure he didn't miss a question, "I could always use a nice big meal, and no they haven't been stopping me, I've just been preoccupied," he took a deep breath pretty sure he'd covered everything.

" Preoccupied? Your scar hasn't been hurting you, has it? Because if it has-"

"Honey, slow down, I'm sure if Harry has anything to say he'll tell us-So?"

"No, I'm fine, it just-just slipped my mind that's all." Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave each other a concerned look.

"Okay," Mrs. Weasley replied still obviously concerned.

"Well," Mr. Weasley said, changing the subject, "Since we're here how'd you like to come home with us?"

Well, umm- Now?"

"Yes, Now!" Mr. Weasley replied.

Harry thought about Emma and how it would be mean not to say good by, but then again she was the one who ran away from him, "Well okay, sounds great!"

"Good, then go up and pack your things," Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.

Harry ran upstairs and began to back his things, quickly shoving things into his trunk trying not to make the Weasleys wait. He suddenly stopped at his desk looking down at the piece of parchment and quill sitting on it. He sat down in his chair and began to write a letter to Emma.

Dear Emma,
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have invited me to go with them to visit
Hermione and Ron, I said yes. I don't know what was wrong and I'm sorry
I offended you but I'm not passing up the opportunity to see my two best
friends. I'll write you later. Have a good summer. See you at King's Cross.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter

Harry quickly tied it to Hedwig's leg, "Hedwig send this to Emma, quickly, I want you back before I leave."

He continued packing until Hedwig flew back through the window. Harry hopefully looked down at Hedwig's leg, but there wasn't a letter to be found. Disappointed he put Hedwig in his cage and put the last of his things in his trunk. Looking around to make sure he hadn't left anything, he walked to the door dragging his stuff and shut it behind him.

He headed down the stairs and found Mr. Weasley questioning Uncle Vernon on how a stereo works and what it does, while Mrs. Weasley shook her head at her overly excited husband. Uncle Vernon face was contorted into a half scared half angry look that was so priceless it would be difficult to explain. "So you say it plays music?" Mr. Weasley said.

"Ah-yes?" replied Uncle Vernon

"How?"

"Several different ways," Harry piped in smiling.

"Ah, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Yea, you can put tapes, CDs, or just listen to the radio."

"Interesting."

"Yea well I'm all ready to go!"

"Great we're flying on brooms," announced Mrs. Weasley holding up 2 old decrepit brooms. Meanwhile Uncle Vernon nearly fainted and Aunt Petunia cupped Dudley's ears.

"Well I guess we're ready to go," said Mr. Weasley as they strapped Harry's drunk and Hedwig's cage on the back of Harry's Firebolt. "Well it's been nice seeing you all again," He said with a smile.

"A real pleasure," joined Mrs. Weasley as she mounted her broom on the front porch and casted Disillusionment Charms on everyone, Harry shivered as the charm worked its magic. The Dursleys had a horrified look on there face and gave a faint fake smile and a little wave good-bye.

Harry smiled, "See you next summer!" and they were off. The Dursleys looked both ways to make sure the neighbors weren't watching and quickly shut the door.

They soared over the country side, "So are we going to the Burrow?" called Harry into the dark night sky.

"No, Grimmuald Place the Order's meeting there so we figured we might as well. I hope that's okay," answered Mr. Weasley from somewhere out in the darkness.

"Yea it's fine," Harry called back, he hadn't been back there since Sirius' passing, it was going to be hard, he knew it but at least he'd be with friends. They flew along in the darkness, tiny lights twinkling below, just a little longer he thought and I'll be back with Ron and Hermione, just a little longer and I'll be there.