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Harry awoke the next morning to a loud argument downstairs. He didn't have to strain his ears to hear every word perfectly. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW!" roared Uncle Vernon angrily. Then came another voice Harry recognized- Moody's. Harry groaned inwardly and hurried to collect all of his school things just as Fred and George bounded into the room.

"Hiya, Harry! Better hurry; Moody is about to hex the Muggles into next week, they're having a fit, see. Moody kind of thought that a Death Eater may've been hiding in the refrigerator, so he blew it up, and then he figured that a Death Eater may've taken Polyjuice Potion to be one of your relatives," laughed George.

"Yeah," said Fred, "It's great. Moody wants to wait here an hour so the potion wears off." Fred shook his head, exasperated. Suddenly another voice boomed from downstairs.

"I WILL WAIT FOR THAT POTION TO WEAR OFF OR I WILL HEX YOU AND TAKE YOU TO THE MINISTRY MYSELF, DURSLEY, YOU COWARD!"

"Whoa," laughed Harry as he compiled his belongings into his trunk. "So how're we getting to Headquarters? Are we flying?" Harry asked eagerly. He had just gotten back his Firebolt at the end of the year and hadn't been able to ride it yet this summer.

"Nope," said George. Seeing the disappointed look on Harry's face, he spoke again. "We're flooing from Figgy's house. But don't worry, Harry, we've been trying to convince Lupin to put in an extra floor bewitched to be kind of like a Quiditch pitch." Harry snorted.

"Any luck?"

"Well…we're working on it."

"So, has your family gotten to Headquarters yet? How is everyone? Ron? Hermione? Ginny?"

"They're arriving today," said Fred. "And they're all good, as usual. Especially Ron and Hermione." He chuckled. "It's about time they acknowledged their feelings. I've seen this coming for years."

"Really?" asked Harry. "I was really surprised. It seemed to come out of nowhere." The twins exchanged glances, sighing.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," said George, "You're worse than the two of them put together!"

"I'm not that bad," said Harry, looking affronted, and Fred laughed.

"Prove it."

"How?" asked Harry.

"Ask out Ginny. We know you like her, and she likes you, we read it in her diary."

"I do not like Ginny!" said Harry, surprised. Was it that obvious? "And you shouldn't read her diary. If she finds out, well, let's just say her temper can match your Mum's at times."

"No kidding," laughed Fred. "You should've seen her the day we heard her telling Len-" He stopped abruptly as George elbowed him. "Telling someone that she, er…liked you again."

"Who's Len something?" asked Harry quickly.

"Uh…nobody, harry, don't worry about it. Come on, are we done packing yet?" asked George as he surveyed the room. "Yes, we are. C'mon, Harry." Harry followed them downstairs, knowing it would be pointless to try to figure out who they were talking about. He'd ask Ginny later.

"So," said Harry, changing the subject. "How's business?"

"It's wonderful," said Fred as they entered the kitchen. "Our sales so far this summer are almost doubling Zonko's!"

"Yeah, it's brilliant," added George. "Lee's working there too, now, and our girlfriends come by every few days-"

"WHAT?" exclaimed Harry. "Who? When?"

The twins grinned sheepishly. Fred spoke first. "I'm seeing Angelina, Lee's seeing Alicia, and-"

"I'm seeing Katie," grinned George. "They've all joined the Order and everything."

"Brilliant!" said Harry, "But isn't Katie still in school?"

"Well, yes," said George, "but she is of age. We convinced Dumbledore. She's Quiditch captain this year, by the way," George added proudly.

"Cool," said Harry. The conversation then paused shortly as Harry surveyed the damage in the kitchen. Several appliances were blown up, and Moody cowered over Harry's Uncle, Aunt, and cousin menacingly. "Ready to go, yet?" Harry asked Moody. "I'm sure they're not Death Eaters, so let's go; we haven't time for this."

Moody nodded gruffly. "Got everything?" Harry nodded. "Right then, come on. We're going to Arabella's house to floo over to Headquarters."

"But I thought we were going to Figgy's to floo over?" asked George.

"Arabella is Mrs. Figg's first name, dolt," sighed Moody. Suddenly Uncle Vernon piped up.

"Mrs. Figg? She's one of your kind?"

"Yes, she's a witch. And does magic," said Moody, enjoying Uncle Vernon's shuddering at every word that had to do with magic. "Come think of it, though," he added to himself, "She's a squib. So she is neither a witch, nor does she do magic." He chuckled, limping out of the back door. Fred and George followed him, carrying Hedwig and Harry's trunk, and Harry followed them, only pausing at the door for a moment to say bye.

When the four wizards reached Mrs. Figg's house, politely declining any cake or looks at pictures of her cats, they flooed over to Headquarters. Harry was the first out of the fireplace, and the house was so unrecognizable that at first, Harry thought that he'd gotten off at the wrong place. Moments after Harry arrived in the sitting room, Lupin and Tonks walked in bickering, which, to Harry, looked an awful lot more like flirting.

"Harry!" yelled Tonks suddenly, embracing him. "Finally! What on earth took them so long?" she exclaimed as Fred, the George, and then Moody flooed in.

"Hi, Tonks," laughed Harry. "Uh, Moody kind of thought there were Death Eaters in all of the…er, appliances." Tonks rolled her eyes.

"Well," said Moody, "Better safe than sorry."

"Right," said Lupin to end the argument. "How are you Harry?"

"I'm great, Professor," started harry, but Lupin cut him off suddenly.

"Call me Moony or Remus; I'm not your professor anymore!" he laughed.

"Okay, Pro- I mean, Moony." Suddenly, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and a girl Harry didn't recognize bolted into the room.

"Harry!" shrieked Ginny, running up to him and hugging him. "How are you? Did you get the letter? I missed you!" Harry smiled, hugging Ginny back and resisting the urge to kiss her. She had really grown up. Ginny was smiling brightly and her eyes had a soft shine in them.

"Hey, Ginny," he said, finally letting go of her. Hermione hugged him next, and Harry could not help noticing that she had changed, too, in the few weeks since school ended. Then Ron patted him on the back.

"Hey, Harry, mate, I've missed you!"

Harry grinned, whispering to his best friend audibly enough for everyone else to hear, "How's the snogging with Hermione been?" Ron and Hermione both turned red immediately.

"What?" sputtered Ron. "What're you- what do you-"

"It's okay, Ron, 'Mione, I've had about four eye-witness accounts already." Harry laughed.

"But I thought nobody ever saw us!" said Hermione, then blushing suddenly.

All of the adults in the room shifted uncomfortably. Harry laughed again. "It's okay, Mione, your secret's safe with me." Harry then turned to the last girl, the one he didn't recognize. She had the same eyes as him but had long, curly, chestnut hair with blonde streaks. She looked about his age and was very pretty.

"Not to be rude or anything, but, who are you?" Harry asked the girl cautiously.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" exclaimed Lupin. "Harry, this is Lenore; Lenore, this is Harry." Harry looked at Lupin questioningly before turning to the girl.

"Hello, Lenore. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," said the girl in a strange accent. "You, too."

"Where're you from?" asked Harry.

It was Lupin who answered. "Lenore is from America. And she is your third cousin. The link?" he continued before Harry could say anything, "You are Voldemort's niece's grandchild. And Lenore is his only other niece- your great-aunt's- grandchild."