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Ch.4 - Back at the Burrow



Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying in bed in the Gryffindor dormitory. Rolling over he almost screamed in shock, he wasn't alone. Cho Chang was lying awake beside him.

"Hello," she said softly,

"Cho?" Harry couldn't quite believe it, "What are you, I mean how did you, you aren't supposed-"

"Shhh." she said kissing him to stop him talking. He shut his eyes and kissed her back. He didn't care why, he didn't care how she was here, but she was, and she wanted him. The only thing that mattered now was that he didn't let go. He put his arm out around her waist, pulling her in close to him. Their lips broke, but it was alright, her head was tucked under his chin. They were so close that he could feel every breath and every beat of her heart. Her hand was on the back of his head, he could feel her fingers spreading out,

"You have lovely hair," she sighed,

"So do you," he said stroking it; it felt like silk between his fingers. "Stay forever." he said. But already she was slipping. Cho, the dormitory, everything was fading.

"Don't go," he cried out, "Cho! Cho?" Harry was wide awake lying on a camp bed in Ron's room. He realised - with some embarrassment - that he had one arm around his pillow, which was lying next to him and that his lips were pressed against it. He could hear Ron sniggering a few feet away in the dark. He really hoped that Ron was just having a very funny dream and that he, Harry, had not just been sleep talking. He fell back to sleep and into one of those pointless 'normal' dreams, resenting it for not being Cho-filled.



His worst fears were confirmed at breakfast when Ron kept mouthing,

"Oh, Cho!" at him over the table - complete with hand on heart gestures.

"Stop it" he hissed, sorely tempted to kick Ron under the table. However, he felt this was somehow unfair, as it was Ron's house. Desperate measures were called for though, when Fred and George entered the kitchen and sat either side of Harry, ie opposite Ron. Harry kicked Ron hard in the shin.

"Argh!" screamed Ron "You W CENSORED r!!!"

"RONALD!" yelled his mother. Ron gulped. She very rarely used their full names (except George - which can't really be shortened). She was shaking her head as she tipped fried eggs over their toast. "And in front of a guest too!" Harry tried his best to look innocent.



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"Thanks a bunch!" said Ron, rubbing his leg and scowling at Harry, once they were safely back in his room.

"Sorry," said Harry, "but you did deserve it - the kick anyway. And the shouting was all your own fault for swearing in front of your mummy." Harry looked at Ron with raised eyebrows, the model of obedience.

"Yeah, alright," said Ron, shoving Harry. "Like you've never sworn in front of your Aunt and - OK you probably haven't" he said, seeing Harry's face, "But, oh - just...." he seemed at a loss, "I know who you fancy!" he finished lamely.

"If you had a dream about Hermione it wouldn't mean you fancied her." Harry murmured.

"Mm," said Ron, "I think the lawn needs de-gnoming."



Minutes later the small potato-headed creatures were flying through the air squealing. Harry thought de-gnoming was fun, but to Ron it was just a chore, the wizard equivalent of the yard work he so hated doing for the Dursleys, Harry supposed. They took it in turns with the de-gnomer Mr. Weasley had invented. It wasn't very effective, but was quite good fun. It worked the same way as a vacuum cleaner (er, sort of) but looked sufficiently different that Mr. Weasley wouldn't have to prosecute himself if he found himself using it. It was bright purple and flashed every time a gnome was caught - this was done by sticking the nozzle of the 'vacuum' down a gnome hole and switching it on. The idea was that it sucked up the gnomes through the wide tubing, although Harry and Ron found they got more earth than any thing else. Once the gauge on the side read 'FULL', you dropped the end of the nozzle over the fence, aiming as high as possible. You pressed 'Reverse' and out the gnomes (or earth) came flying, landing in a nearby field.

"He's going to try and sell them." said Ron, as they packed it away, "What do you think the slogan'll be? 'Increases the yard work by two?'" He and Harry laughed as they made their way back to Ron's room.



Harry was flaked out on the camp bed when there was a knock at the door.

"Ron's in the bathroom," said Harry, seeing it was Mrs. Weasley.

"Actually I was looking for you, dear." she said, then lowering her voice, "About that spot on your nose..." Harry instinctively covered it up with his hand - weren't people supposed to be too polite to mention this sort of thing?

"Oh, come on now," said Mrs Weasley, "It's not that bad, I just wanted to know if you'd like me to er - clear it up for you?"

"I'm fine, I like it like this," said Harry stupidly. Ron would know if he'd used magic on it and would be bound to tease him - more so.

"Don't be silly," tutted Mrs. Weasley, "Ron had a nasty bout of acne last-"

"OH REALLY?!" said Harry before he could stop himself, "I mean, oh? Really?"

"Yes, dear, its nothing to be ashamed of, and I'm sure you don't want to go back to school like that." She pulled out her wand,

"May I....?"

Harry nodded.

"Acneous redcucium"

Harry felt the spot shrinking into nothing.

"Thanks," he said. Mrs Weasley smiled and exited.



Life at the Burrow soon fell into something that represented a routine - barely. Aunt Petunia would have hated it, thought Harry with relish. It was always untidy, noisy and people were always bumping into each other or falling over the large precarious stacks of everything, which were everywhere. One morning as Harry and Ron made their way to the kitchen (colliding with Fred and George on the way), they saw a brown owl swooping in through the window. Mrs Weasley was feeding bacon rinds to it by the time they entered the kitchen. There were two parchment envelopes on the table.

"What the-" said Ron blearily, seeing they had his and Harry's names on them. They were definitely from Hogwarts - they were addressed in green ink - but they'd already had their school lists. Harry and Ron gulped and picked the letters up. They sat down. Harry racked his brains - he couldn't remember doing anything illegal so far this year... He closed his eyes as he pulled out the letter. He wouldn't know unless he looked. Taking a deep breath, he read it.

"Oh my God," said Ron, "Can you believe this?"