A.N.: First off, to my faithful reviewers and non-reviewers at Fanfiction.net, I'm sorry about the quality of the fic. Apparently, it doesn't like my Italics, ellipsis points, and other writing tools, so if you want to read this in a better format, check me out at Gryffindortower.net. But don't worry, I'll still post here at Fanfiction.net!

A.N. 2- The Final Fantasy reference in the last chapter was Dagger, or Princess Garnet, who I took straight from Final Fantasy IX. These are the reviews who spotted her:

Wind

Mxpx_xl (I can't hope to pronounce your name!)

Shdurrani

Keeper of the Dark Orb

Note to Keeper of the Dark Orb: I'm perfectly willing to help with your fic, just send me any questions you have, Gundam Wing or Battletech. I own all the Gundam Wing DVD's and I have a very, very good source of information on Battletech in the form of one of my friends. Oh, and Pendragon is not a reference to The Wheel of Time. It is King Arthur's real title. If it had been a reference to The Wheel of Time the name would've been Artur Pendrag. I hope that clears things up for you.

Now on with the story!

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As Harry slowly drifted back to consciousness he became aware of an odd weight on his chest. It wasn't at all unpleasant, because it smelled, well, nice. As he became more and more awake he also felt something soft squeezing his right hand. Slowly opening his eyes, he took in the atomic orange of sun reflecting off the walls and ceiling of Ron's room. After his eyes adjusted he looked down at what was putting pressure on his chest.

He jumped a bit when he realized that the weight it was Ginny's head on his chest. Apparently, she had fallen asleep while holding his hand. He shifted a bit, trying to get up with out moving her, which proved to be a futile effort as she also began to stir.

Ginny's eyes slowly fluttered open, then closed in a wince at the pain in her neck, stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. Then her eyes snapped open when she realized that there was a pair of sparkling green eyes watching her.

"Harry!" she gasped, "You're awake!" With that she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around her neck. "We were so worried about you! Don't do that again, I was so worried about you."

Harry, surprised by her reaction, wrapped his arms around her as well, whispering reassurances to her. "I'm okay, Gin, I'm okay." He put his arms on her shoulders and pushed her back a bit. "I promise," he smirked, "to tell you next time I plan on falling asleep."

She pulled back and slapped him lightly on the arm. "Harry, I'm serious."

"No," a twinkle appeared in Harry's eyes, "you're Ginny, my godfather is Sirius."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You really are like your father."

Harry blinked. "How do you know that?"

"Sirius has been telling us stories of the Marauder days, trying to cheer us up. Fred and George actually brought quills and parchment when he started telling the stories."

Remembrance flashed across Harry's face. "Has Wormtail been caught yet?"

"No," Ginny sighed, "no one's see hide nor hair of him for weeks."

Harry cursed under his breath. "Oh well." He muttered, "at least I can go down stairs and see Sirius." With that decided, he stood up and stretched, reaching for the ceiling. He brought his arms down with a satisfied grunt and looked to Ginny, who looked like she was trying to impersonate a tomato. "Something wrong, Gin?"

Her cheeks reddened even further. "It's just that…well, you see…your clothes…um…" Unable to form anymore coherent words, she settled with pointing, and openly staring at Harry. When he looked down, he blushed as well. He was wearing his old clothes that, while baggy before, were now hanging in shreds around his body. Nothing…risqué…was showing, but everything from the waist up and thighs down was exposed for all the world, and females, to see in their muscular glory.

"Um, Gin, could you turn around for a minute?"

Nodding her head, she turned around, a glazed look in her eyes. She heard the sound of a trunk being hastily opened, searched through, and closed, then there was a tearing sound. She was dearly tempted to turn around when she heard Harry change clothes, but strained not to. Finally, she heard him clear his throat, "You can turn around Gin."

She turned around, and still stared, just not as intensely as before. Now he had an old black tee shirt on, but it was tight over his chest, and showed just how big he had gotten. He had taken a pair of jeans, torn the bottom half off, and made an impromptu pair of shorts out of them. He had to go barefoot because his old pair of trainers wouldn't fit his feet at all.

Harry coughed again. "Let's go down stairs, shall we?"

Ginny shook herself out of her muscle-induced trance, "Er…yeah."

They left Ron's room and walked down stairs, lost in their own thoughts. As they passed the twins room there was a muffled thud from one of their projects that shook them out of their thoughts. The looked at the door, then at each other, then back at the door. "I don't want to know," they said in unison. Grinning, they finished their descent of the stairs in a more jovial mood.

As they reached the kitchen Ginny called ahead, "Hey everybody! Harry's awake!"

They entered the kitchen to find everybody staring at them, or, more specifically, Harry's new appearance. Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Madam Pomfrey all blinked, rubbed their eyes, and blinked again. Ron, Percy, the twins, and Sirius's jaw succumbed to gravity and fell towards the floor. Dumbledore, interestingly enough, just smiled his odd little smile and greeted Harry. "Ah, Harry, so good of you to join us. How are you feeling?"

Trying to ignore the looks he was getting, Harry answered the Headmaster. "Fine, thank you. May I ask why you're here?"

"You may."

"Why are you here?"

Dumbledore's smile got bigger, and he answered. "A few weeks ago, Molly here came running into my office at Hogwarts, yelling for my help. After I convinced her to calm down, she explained to me what happened, and I came here with Poppy to see what could be done to help you. I suspect Hermione is here because Ron owled her as soon as he could."

Mrs. Weasley, being the first to recover, rushed over to Harry and ensnared him in one of her bone-crushing hugs. She was quickly followed when Hermione, Sirius, and the rest of the Weasley clan present rushed him. Madam Pomfrey forced her way through the group, trying to get to Harry. "Could everybody please back away! I need to give Mr. Potter a quick checkup to make sure he's in good health."

With a quick Levitation charm, she moved everybody out of the way and did a quick magical checkup on Harry. When she was done she pronounced him physically and magically sound, then put the Weasley's, Sirius, and Hermione down. They surrounded Harry again, pelting him with questions. Dumbledore, seeing Harry's predicament, spoke up. "If you would give Harry some room, I'm sure he'll try to answer your questions."

Reluctantly, everybody sat down at the table again, except Sirius and Ginny, both of whom had been too slow in getting seats. Before they could start firing off questions, Harry spoke up.

"I'm okay everybody, really, I am."

One of the twins, possibly George, spoke up from the table, "What happened to you Harry? What's with the new look?"

"I don't know." Harry knew he was lying, but he couldn't tell everybody what was going on; not just yet. "Professor, do you know what happened?"

"As far as I can tell," Professor Dumbledore said, "Harry's body changed to accommodate his increased magical strength. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. I do believe it happened to my father's brother's cousin's nephew's friend's former roommate."

A confused look crossed Percy's face, "What's that make you?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "Absolutely nothing. Now, Molly, since Harry seems to have recovered, I believe Poppy and I must get back to Hogwarts. We have a lot of planning to do. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Virginia, Fred, George, I'll see you at the beginning of the school year. Good day." With that, he and Madam Pomfrey walked out of the Burrow to the point where the anti-Apparation wards stopped, and Apparated away.

As soon as Dumbledore had disappeared, Harry's body remembered it hadn't eaten a real meal in two weeks. It also let everybody know this in the form of a loud rumbling. Bashfully looking at his stomach, Harry asked Mrs. Weasley, "When's lunch?"

Mrs. Weasley laughed, "Sorry Harry, dear. Lunch isn't for another hour and a half. I'll start cooking now, but you'll have to wait."

Harry put on his best pouting face. "Pity," he sighed dramatically. "Oh well, come on Ron, let's go."

Ron blinked in confusion, "Go where?"

"The paddock, I want to play Quidditch. Any one else want to come?" He made his way to the door, grabbing his Firebolt from the rack by the door. Not waiting for a response he went out the door.

Ron scrambled after Harry, grabbing his Cleansweep 70. He was quickly followed by Ginny and the twins, also grabbing brooms from the rack, and Hermione, who was rolling her eyes and smiling at their antics. Sirius got up from the table and walked over to the rack, inspecting the brooms. Then Percy spoke up. "Just what do you think your doing?"

Sirius rolled his eyes, "I'm going to go play Quidditch with my godson, if you don't mind."

"I don't think so," Percy retorted in what the twins call his 'Prefect Voice'. "You may fly away, or try and put Harry in danger. You're grounded."

Mrs. Weasley spoke up from the stove, "Let Sirius play with his godson Percy, and I don't want to hear you say , 'You're grounded,' until you have children."

"Yes, mum," Percy sighed.

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"Ginny, catch!" Harry passed the muggle rugby ball, their impromptu Quaffle, to Ginny, and swooped around her, distracting Ron. She threw it at him, but he easily caught it and passed it to one of the twins, who shot down the field towards Sirius and the other goal.

What Fred failed to notice, though, was Harry dive-bombing him. He flashed past Fred and ripped the ball from his hands. He then shot down the field, feinted throwing it at Ron, and passed it to Ginny, who managed to slip it past his defense.

Harry brought his broom to a hover and called out, "Anybody know what time it is?"

Sirius laughed, "It's about time to eat, Harry, come on, let's go in. I'm sure Molly has made a small feast for you." With that he dismounted and started back towards the Burrow. Percy, ever the Ministry lackey, was right behind him, one hand poised to grab his wand.

Harry rolled his eyes at Percy, and descended to the ground himself. He caught up to Ron and Ginny, who had landed before him. "Ron, you should try out for Keeper this year; you're pretty good. With some more practice, you'd be better than Wood in no time!"

"I was planning on trying out. Gin's been helping me train."

Harry turned to Ginny, "You have?"

Ginny smiled smugly, "I'm going to try out for Chaser next year. We've kind of been helping each other train."

Harry put an arm around each of their shoulders. "Good. We can't lose if there's always two Weasleys on the team."

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A.N.: Ahhh, the end of another chapter. Feels good doesn't it? Anyhoo, there's one Mel Brooks reference in this chapter. I'd be more specific, but it's already pretty obvious. I hope you can find it, and review!