Harry and Ginny were ready when Ron, Fred, George, and Mr.Weasly showed up in the afternoon with the car.
Since there were no death threats to be issued, (the Dursley's had been quite on the I-might-be-acting-pleasant-but-I-really-hate-you act to them) they only had to get they're stuff and leave. Well, and pull a trick on Dudley that made him turn purple (even more than he was already) and look like a hippo. Like they needed the trick to do that. Harry looked around his room and made sure he had anything, and then realized something.
*Hey, Gin?**
*Yea?*
**Did you tell Hermione or your family about us?**
*No. To tell you the truth I didn't even think to tell anyone—not even my best friend. I figured it would be our little secret. Why? Did you tell?*
**No. To tell you the truth, I didn't think about telling them at all. But then again, I haven't been able to do anything but think of you since you got here—no forget that—even before you got here.** Ginny laughed.
Ron turned around from checking under the bed for loose articles that Harry might want and asked why Ginny was giggling.
"Ummm…." Ron turned to Fred and George.
"I think they got some secret language we civilians don't know about. Or like they're reading each other's mind. Mental, them two."
"True enough Ronny," Fred said.
"I think we might have a new brother soon," George said.
"Just what I was thinking, brother. You took the thought out of my head," Fred said, and Harry and Ginny turned bright red.
**Is this how it's going to be all the time?** Harry asked Ginny.
*Pretty much, but they might back off, considering you're their financial benefactor.*
**Nice word, Gin. I might use that word when I have a certain little talk with them.**
*Better have it soon.*
**Don't worry I will, cause they'll only get worse.**
*Wow I can't think of anything worse. Wait a sec—we're talking about Fred and George. Yea, I can think of worse.*
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When they got to Grimmauld Place, Harry was captured by all the memories he had of Sirus.
He thought about the time in the kitchen, with Mundungus, when Fred and George had bewitched the stew, butterbeer, wooden breadboard, and knife flying to the air by them and the knife almost landed on Sirus' hand. He remembered the night they all waited for the news on Mr. Weasley when he was attacked. He remembered the days when Sirus was depressed that he was going back to Hogwarts and locked himself in Buckbeak's room.
He knew these were going to be his worst memories and the ones he would have to face the worst. He ones were he could have gotten to know Sirus better instead of hanging out with Ron and Hermione and pestering the Order. He could have really acted like a godson and hung out with Sirus and gotten to know him, his mother, and father better.
Well, he knew this: he was going to get Sirius back, and he knew he wasn't going to waste his time again.
Harry knew how to get Sirius back…it was probably going to take some time, though, and some Hermione.
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