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A/N: I am so sorry this has taken so long to get updated, but I had some extreme issues I had to deal with (STALKER), and I was afraid to sit at my computer in case he was watching me thru the window, as he so liked to do. Anyways, here is the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it.
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Ron was beginning to think that his idea hadn't been all that brilliant after all. The only thing the staff had helped accomplish was in making Harry's entire body glow. However, five minutes after the fact, Harry started to look better, healthier, and the bright red glow was beginning to diminish. Finally, the light died away completely and Mrs. Weasley was able to get more of a reaction out of him than before, which had been absolutely nothing.
"Harry, please wake up!" cried Molly, shaking Harry's shoulder. He moaned and made to swat Molly's hand away, but she caught it easily and held his hand. "Harry, can you hear me?"
Harry rolled to his side, facing Molly, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. "Watch out for the evil fairy." he mumbled.
Ron burst into nervous giggles and covered his mouth when his mother shot him a glare. Hermione and Ginny, however, were both trying to stifle their own laughs. Ron looked down and saw that a set of emerald green eyes were boring into his own eyes.
"Harry! You're awake!" shouted Ron, startling all those around him, including Harry.
"Geez, Ron, I am now. Could you be much louder? And why are you all laughing?" Harry seemed generally peeved off about something.
Hermione sobered immediately, thinking Harry had a dream and wasn't just mumbling incoherently for no reason. "Did you have a dream Harry? You said something about an evil fairy." Hermione, no matter how hard she tried, kept envisioning a small pink fairy screaming obscenities and shaking a little fist, which she found completely hilarious, and had to use great skill to keep from laughing. Harry looked at her as if she had gone mad, then he turned a bright shade of red, but not because he was glowing again.
"You're kidding me. I actually said that?" He brought his hands up to his face and laughed. His friends joined him. "I have no clue what that was all about, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't dreaming about evil fairies."
Molly Weasley brought them back to the seriousness of the situation. "Do you feel alright, kiddo? You gave us quite a scare, you were glowing red."
Harry looked surprised and confused. "You were starting to act like you had when you were having that vision last year in Potions, only less severe." piped in Ron.
"Oh." Harry was at a loss for words. "Well, I wasn't having a vision as far as I can tell. I feel much better now, though." He sat up and knocked his staff to the ground in the process. He reached down and picked it up, all the while looking questioningly at his friends.
"Thought it might help if you were having a vision or something. It did something, because you woke up. You wouldn't at first." Ron said.
"Oh." Words weren't coming freely today for Harry.
"Are you sure you feel alright?" Molly placed her hand on Harry's forehead and decided he had cooled down, although he hadn't been that hot in the first place. "Well, I guess I'll go get supper ready, we somehow missed lunch." Harry looked up at the clock in surprise. He had slept most of the day. Everyone was at a loss to explain Harry's odd behavior and made a mental note to ask Dumbledore later. Harry was considering owling Prudence, who would probably know the answer to his question. But he'd deal with that later.
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At supper that night, Harry found himself incredibly hungry, and didn't feel the least bit sick to his stomach. He ate more than two helpings of mashed potatoes and gravy, along with chicken and green beans. He didn't realize he was so hungry. Apparently, skipping breakfast and lunch could do that to a person.
After dinner, he Ron, and Hermione spent most of the evening looking over their school supplies lists and trying to decide when would be a good time to stop by Diagon Alley. School was still a month away, but they wanted to be prepared. They just discovered that Bill and Charlie would be coming in sometime this month as a surprise to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Their wedding anniversary was coming up soon. This was the first time that Harry had been at the Weasley's early enough to help in the celebration.
"So when exactly are they coming?" asked Harry. He watched as Ron picked up the letter that had just come only moments before.
"Bill says they'll be here by the 10th of August. Just in time for mum and dad's anniversary. They'll be so surprised. They haven't seen either of them since the Tournament….." Ron trailed off, looking at Harry as if he had just wounded him.
Harry was getting tired of them acting like he was a porcelain doll that would break at the mere mention of anything that happened last year. "Get over it Ron, you can talk about it if you want to."
Ron was looking strangely at Harry. "If you didn't act so angry, I might believe you."
Harry had had enough of explaining himself, the short amount of time that it had been, looked menacingly at Ron, and walked out of the room.
"That went well." said Hermione.
"Sure." muttered Ron. "I don't know, maybe I'm just being a worry wart, but I think there is something wrong with him. He hasn't really ever talked about it, he didn't even really get emotional after it happened, you know, with Cedric dying and all. Did he even ever cry?"
"Well, no not really." Hermione was beginning to become a bit of a worry wart herself. "But we can't make him talk about it if he's not ready. That's just asking to get stomped on."
"What else can we do?"
Hermione shrugged, "I don't know."
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August the 10th came faster than they hoped. Bill and Charlie would be there at any moment. They were going to celebrate the anniversary a little early, by a day, but still. Bill had to get back to work at the bank because of an important investment, by the next day. Harry had owled Sirius and Remus earlier in the week and asked them to come as well. They had agreed and would arrive shortly before the others.
"Where's your parents?" asked Hermione, who was placing a punch bowl in the center of the kitchen table.
"Um…I think Ginny asked them to take her to Diagon Alley this morning. She wanted them to help her pick out some new robes. And get them out of the house for us." said Ron, smirking. "Now, if the others would only get here, like now, it would be helpful. Ginny can only keep them looking for robes for so long."
"Well calm down, we're here you psycho." Ron spun around and came face to face with his older brothers.
"When did you get here?" asked Ron.
"Just now. You probably would have heard us apparate in if you would have stopped complaining for five seconds." Bill grabbed Ron and pulled him into a hug, and the same was done by Charlie only seconds later. "Hey Harry, Hermione, how are you doing?" He looked at Harry while asking the question. Harry huffed and walked out of the kitchen.
"What's up with him?" asked Charlie.
"Don't ask." said Hermione and Ron in unison.
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The party was a great success. Sirius and Remus showed up fashionably late, right as Molly and Arthur were receiving their presents.
"Sorry it took so long, but Sirius didn't know the meaning of get your butt in gear." said Remus, poking Sirius in the side with his elbow.
"Ow. Shut up." Sirius walked over and placed his arm around Harry's shoulders. "How's it going." He asked.
"Fine." He stopped talking to watch Molly open Fred and George's present. It exploded the second she opened it and turned her hair bright purple. "Yep, they're dead." Harry laughed. They all watched as Molly chased the twins around the room with a rolling pin.
Later that afternoon, the adult were all seated in the kitchen, talking about whatever adults talk about, while the kids, including Bill and Charlie, were outside playing a game of Quiddich. Harry's team, which consisted of himself, Ron, Fred, and Charlie, were winning the game by a landslide. Apparently the other team sucked.
The game came to an abrupt halt when the mail man drove up the street and put a letter in the mailbox. "Who would send a letter to this house that isn't by owl?" asked Ron. Hermione and Harry shrugged while Bill ran out to the mailbox. He came back with a scowl on his face.
"It's for mum and dad, but it's from the DCFS." He said.
"What's the DCFS?" asked Ginny.
"The Department of Children and Family Services." said Hermione, looking questioningly at Harry, thinking that something awful was about to happen to the Weasley family.
The adults looked up as eight kids, including Bill and Charlie, tromped into the room.
"Could you try not to break the floor?" asked Molly, scolding.
"Sorry."
"Here, you've got a letter. It's from the Department of Children and Family Services." said Bill, handing his mother the letter and sitting down in an empty chair. The rest of them followed in the same manner, and sat down wherever they could find an empty chair or floor for that matter.
"I've got a letter? From the mailbox?" Arthur seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of receiving a letter in the mailbox. He had never heard of the DCFS before.
Molly tore open the envelope and took out the letter. As she read down the page, her face became incredibly pale. "Oh no." she cried. She looked to Arthur and he grasped her hand in support.
"What is it Molly?" Bill and Charlie had also grasped their mother's shoulders, thinking the worst. What if they were going to try and take the children away from their parents?
They couldn't think of a reason why, but who knew with those stupid muggles.
She stood up and went over to Harry, grasped his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. Harry was getting nervous with her odd behavior. "Sweetie, this letter is from a social worker." Harry just nodded his head, although he had no idea what was going on. "It says that your uncle has filed to regain custody of you." Harry swayed where he stood, but Molly held on to him and pulled him into a hug.
"How can he get custody back after what he did to him?" Sirius was seething. He came over and took Harry away from Molly, also giving him a hug. "I won't let you go back there, Harry, there is no way."
"There isn't exactly a choice in the matter, he has no other living relatives, and these stupid muggle courts prefer to keep a child in the family, no matter what they've done to them it seems." Molly was irate, to say the least. "They say he's been attending counseling, that's why he can get custody back. But if he…hurts Harry again, they'll pull him out of there." Everyone looked at Harry cautiously. This couldn't be happening, not after everything he had been through.
"They ask that you go to a supervised visit with your uncle this Saturday, Harry."
"Whatever." Harry had never been more pissed off in all his life, or scared.
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A/N: So, what do you think? Is it good so far? I really have no idea when the Weasley's anniversary is, so just go with it. I'm also not really sure about the whole DCFS and their ways, but just go with this too. Oh, thanks to all my reviewers:
CatalinaRose: Here's the next chapter for you!
Anneliese: Sorry to put you through this, but here's the next chapter. Sorry for the delay.
Ms. Prongs: Chill out with your shrieks of excitement, don't want to hurt yourself! Just kidding, shriek all you want. I am the queen of sequels; I'm the never-ending story kind of girl.
Lei Dumbledore: Thanks for the complement; hopefully the next chapter will be just as intriguing for you!
Weird: that is weird, but we probably won't have the same plot exactly, especially now. So hurry up and get your version of this out and I'll take a look at it.
JaimeyKay: Better hurry with the medication, I think you're having mental problems. Just joking. Yeah, and it's about time, took you long enough to find my new story. Like I have room to talk. I'll update sooner now! Whoo-Hoo.
Kalih: I always continue! Be happy!