Harry Potter and the New Life Chapter twelve –
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There seamed to be a lot of people in the station and moving very quickly to the exit, so George in lead paused at one side to let most the people pass by. It was too busy for them under normal circumstances but with a little patience they made it to the streets above and it was a warm sunny day in London.
"Do you want to go and find a room first and then see about what to do later for dinner?" She was looking at Harry's already tired face that he wished wasn't so obvious. He had to give in to himself he wasn't well and he knew only to well he had to rest to get better.
"Ok are we going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron or just in any-old bed and breakfast?" She thought for a moment before making a decision..
"I think it would be best to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, as it's probably easier in the long run for getting places." Harry added dizzily.
"I suppose your right even if it is a bit further, but can we keep a low profile I don't like it when people stare at my forehead." George smiled sweetly softening some of Harry's pain as she gently stroked his hair out of his face revealing the scar.
"Course we can but you need to lie down and rest for a while when we get there." Typical women she agrees to do what he wants in return she gets to have total control over the situation, much like Hermione but Harry didn't care he liked for once in his life been fussed over.
Harry not only liked her caring for him but he was keen to remember how much and why he liked her so much before all this happened, he wanted things to back to the way they were but now she knew all about his unfortunate history he didn't think that could ever be.
They walked much slower through the streets to the pub hidden from the muggle world together not speaking in a comfortable silence. Harry was thinking about how he could make it up to George, she had done so much for him and didn't complain once.
As Harry looked at her thinking about everything she'd done and what possible reason for it, George looked at everything her eye's widely looking in every direction. Harry was reminded of the way Moody's eyes never still he looked closer at her, it was almost as if she was filled with anger.
It made him feel sad how someone so beautiful feel so angry, he wanted to ask but couldn't and they remained silent until they were stepping up the steps into the Leaky Cauldron.
"You go and sit down and hide your handsome face while I se about a room." Dumping there bags under the table Harry carefully sat down as George walked firmly to the bar past some rather leery looking characters. He carefully sat with his face in his hands to cover and support his tired and throbbing head.
Looking around he saw that it was a very full pub he wondered if there was any room left and if they would have to go somewhere else. Letting his face role completely into his hands he felt himself sinking and shrinking to the floor.
His head was like a dead heavy weight hanging limply from his shoulders, he was breathing slowly and deeply to keep awake as always. Darkness had surrounded him pain surged through his body which he fought with all his strength until the black shadow had been engulfed by light.
He opened his eyes and looked out at he world to the first thing he saw and smelt, George smiling at him lightly touching his hand. Pulling him to a standing position she picked up the case effortlessly and lead him out the back.
"Come on sleepy head time to go to bed. There's only one room left and we can have it for the knight." He was lead half awake up the stairs and into a dimly lit room hearing a few voices before silence. George sat him on the bed and closed the shutters and curtains on the window before digging in her bag to retrieve her wand.
"You really are a witch aren't you!" Harry commented dumbly watching her.
"Yes I am and once I've changed your bandages you are going to go to sleep while I quickly do some jobs. I promise I won't be long but I want to go into Diagon Ally." Harry didn't ask why he assumed it was probably nothing much.
"Don't worry about me I will be fine, here on my own." She came and sat next to him she started to gently undress his top half but stopped when there were only the Bandages covering his chest.
"I think I need to show you something to help you understand why you must try and rest." Harry was confused but then that wasn't hard done at the moment.
"Why?" She sighed and walked him over to the wall by the mirror but Harry didn't look, he never looked at himself anymore.
"Look James in the mirror. Look at your face what do you see?" He reluctantly turned to the mirror and peered closely at his own face and flinched as soon as it came into focus, he realised the cut's on his eyebrows, nose, cheeks and lips were his as he touched them.
But more importantly the bruises under both eyes and on his nose were also his giving Harry the look he thought of what Sirius had after he first left Azkaban. Remembering Serius was hard and how ever painful, Harry felt he was looking much better before he died felt he could never loose the dark sunken caverns that were his eyes.
George turned Harry's head slightly to the left so Harry could see more, more bruises, the side of his face was almost covered in a purple, green and black bruise that was still painful to touch even with George's gentle hands.
He pushed his jet black hair out of his face to see everything, cuts even ran into his hairline. As Harry was forced to look at how ugly his new face was, he felt he couldn't turn away where as before he couldn't look, George let him be and changed the bandages.
"Now look down and see just what your own cousin has done to you, he did that and then left you for dead, James..." She trailed off. Still not looking he turned to see her with tears in her eyes.
"What, I never looked at it like that, he tried to killed me, he would of, if, if you hadn't come and saved me.' Harry stopped and stared at the floor for a moment before finishing the sentence that he was finding it so hard to hear.
'the Dursley's can no longer be my family can they, even my mother I'm sure would disown them after this. And my dad well they all hated him anyway a doubt they even acknowledge him marrying me mother. I remember when I was only a small kid and I asked who my dad was..." Harry flumped to the floor and sat leaning against the dresser with George, he had a strange tingling sensation all over his skin making his knees feel weak.
"What is it James, what happened?" She asked sympathetically
"They told me how we'd been driving in the car one night, and that my dad had been drinking heavily before he got in the car and in a fit of rage swerved off the road into a ditch and killed himself and my mum, leaving me all by myself."
"That's horrible!" George looked shocked and hugged Harry who couldn't help tears forming.
"But the worst part of it was I believed them, after that I was forbidden to ask questions. Imagine been about four or five and hearing that as a reply!' Harry let George hug him for a long time so he could dry his eyes on his T-shirt.
George knew full well what he was up to but pretended not to. After a moment the sky opened up and let out a strong summer rain shower Harry felt it was like the sky was crying, they got up and George finished re bandaging him.
'Look at me though I'm hideous, I'm can't imagine why you decided to hang around?" Harry looked properly at George to see she was quiet upset.
"I never thought you were hideous I knew you before and that's how I want to know you again...' she paused for a moment then had a cheeky grin again.
'like when we were hiding in the train station toilets!' Harry tried very hard to remember that happy thought but he couldn't physically smile much.
'Look at your back, I no it's not as bad as your front but look you can even see..." She couldn't finish but as she held up a second mirror Harry understood, upon closer looking you could see several fist shaped bruises working down his back each with a ring imprint.
"How do you put up with me George? You didn't have to stay but you still do?"
"Put up with you?! I wanted to stay and take care of you, I care a lot, ever since you kept coming back every morning. I thought you would never come back every night before I fell asleep but then in the morning you always turned up! I used to think I would have to keep on moving forever looking for..."
"Who?"
"My proper dad, I've never met anyone like you before, a wizard who could understand what it was to be a mucky blood." Harry had never seen this side of George before, it wasn't the level headed George speaking it was Georgiana who had lost her family like Harry and was looking for a new one.
Harry took the mirror from George and laid it down on the bed then standing as tall as he could he looked at George who was staring at the floor with all her soft curly hair falling in her eyes. Harry gently lifted her chin up and pushed the hair out of her face with one gentle hand, then wiping the tears from her eyes and smiling he said softly.
"When I better and we all back to normal, I promise I will help you find him! Ok?"
"Oh thank-you James your so sweet!" And she suddenly hugged him so quickly Harry almost lost his balance. Harry wanted so much to make her happy again but he felt unable to at this moment and if finding her proper dad would make her happy Harry would do it. She was about to kiss him but stooped and found the only bit of cheek that didn't cause to much pain.
"Don't worry I won't always like this just I have to go back to a muggle court and end it with the Dursley's."
"I understand you can't really magic to get better because someone will suspect you."
"Yes now dry your eyes and smile and we can see about this bed for later. Ok. Hmm.' There was a knock at the door as George wiped her eyes. 'Just a minuet." George sat quietly on the bed and Harry attempted to put a T-shirt on but found it far to painful so opened the door topless forgetting for a moment what he might look like. It was Ton the barman but he wasn't looking at Harry he was surveying his bumble as he spoke.
"I got the best I could, they may be a bit old but definitely clean and we a almost totally full at the moment." He looked up and sore Harry in all his bashed up glory, putting the blankets and pillows on the bed. Harry closed the door.
"Thank-you Tom."
"Your welcome, is that you Harry under there?"
"Yes it is but I don't really want people to know I'm here. Do you understand I came here just to rest for the night before going onto somewhere else?" Ton was an honest man and nodded, he was good at his job and knew all about keeping a professional silence.
"Yes I understand totally, don't worry know one will know you were here tonight. But Harry I can't help it, may I ask what's happened to you, was it him is he really back and doing what he does." Harry knew he meant Voldermort but decided not to say the name this one time.
"Yes he is back at large but no it wasn't him, let's just say I've been having a whole load of muggle troubles but not anymore and leave it at that."
"Of course mister Potter, is their anything else I can help you with tonight or for when you leave?" Harry thought for a moment somehow managing to behave just as an adult would.
"I was hoping to leave by floo powder but I hoped their was somewhere a little more discreet than the pub."
"Yes of course you can use the one in my private parlour and you can use my powder if you wish."
"Thank-you very much could I ask to use it tonight I should really let them know I'm coming to visit." Harry figured he best ask with proper manners specially seen as George was coming too.
"Sure would you like to come now or later?" Tom asked politely.
"Now would be fine just let me put a top on." George quickly helped harry back into a T-shirt and pulled a thick black shirt around him. They followed Tom down stairs but Harry had the feeling that George was nevus about something. Harry tried in vain to flatten his hair a bit but it was hopeless and he knew it he just couldn't stand the way Mrs Weasley fussed over him.
In the parlour Harry through some floo powder onto the fire dropped to the floor and stuck his head into the fire, he couldn't help feeling that the last time he had done this he was talking to Serius, half hoping to see him again Harry opened his eyes and saw sadly it was the Burro his head had just appeared in. He saw a small foot and hoping in wasn't a shoe spoke.
"Is that you Ginny in the corner?" Harry tried not to swallow to much dust because he decided it didn't taste to good.
"Oh, what was that?" She jumped off the chair looking around.
"Down here Ginny in the fire it's only me." Harry added slightly louder.
"Harry sorry I didn't expect to.. what are you doing in the fire. What's the matter with you face what happened." She looked horror stricken.
"I'll be okay, my face looks much worse that it is honest. I've bin having a bit of an odd summer but it wouldn't be complete without a trip to see the Weasley's, do think anyone would mind if we came to stay for a bit, someone wants to meet Ron." Feeling more comfortable she sat on the floor and answered.
"No one's back yet Harry but I can speak for the family and your welcome. The boy's are out, dad's at work and Ron and mum have gone to fetch Hermione, we've been trying to send you letters to come and stay soon but you haven't been replying."
"Oh well that's good to see Hermione again look I have to go now, not bin feeling too well."
"I can see that Harry you look awful."
"Well thanks Ginny." Harry joked knowing Ginny always did have a soft spot for him.
"Well you do, see you tomorrow Harry, what time you coming? So I know when to tell mum."
"Erm when I wake up.' Harry shrugged. 'Bowt dinner time possible a bit earlier, depends how I feel to be honest."
"Who wants to meet Ron?" Ginny asked.
"A friend of mine will your mum mind another body floating around?"
"Course not you know what my mum's like she'll have any one round to feed cake to. Can I ask what happened to you?"
"Well you know me I'm always clumsy falling down big hole getting chased by big snakes the usual stuff."
"That's what I was afraid of, the usual stuff with you..." She stopped as Harry had started to cough violently and George pulled Harry back up. Ginny was quiet worried because after Harry had gone and the fire had died down a bit she could see blood on the fireplace.
Harry flopped onto the floor again a bit confused. However within five minuets and a glass of cold water Harry felt much better despite the look on Tom's face that seemed to say my-god-don't-you-die-hear. It wasn't long before they were back upstairs sat alone on the bed. George started to pull Harry's shoes off.
"I feel like a right idiot now coughing like that down stairs, it was only a bit of soot." He tried to sit up but George made him lay down so he kissed her instead. On a second attempt to sit up Harry was stopped by the pain in his side and gasped.
"See you aren't well, whatever you think, a few more day's resting properly in bed at the Weasley's and you will be much better, then we can carry on from before if you like!"
"I would like that a lot, your so beautiful George and I'm such a mess why..." George stopped him with a finger and made him get into bed and closed his eyes gentle with her soft finger tips.
"Go to sleep I'll be back in a bit, just going to see Tom, and tomorrow when you wake up you will feel much better I'm sure."
"Fine, but your still the hottest girl I know." Harry said sleepily before drifting off. By the time George came back with some food Harry was fast to sleep.
In the morning George was right Harry did feel much better and helped get ready to go to the Burro. Tom was very helpful Harry thought and carried his bags for them into the fire. Harry's suitcase went flying through the grates to the Burrow making several Weasley's jump as it landed on Charlie Weasley's foot. Suddenly Ginny piped up.
"Oh sorry I almost forgot, Harry's said he was coming to visit today for a bit, I didn't think it would be this early though." Just as she was saying that though a loud pop announced the arrival of Harry who fell flat on the floor and didn't seen to move.
'Oh and he said he was bringing someone to meet Ron, but he didn't seam to look to well, bit under fed if you ask me." As Charlie lifted Harry easily up onto his feet George popped through the fire place with a far more graceful entrance than Harry. Charlie was just saying that.
"Harry does normally have the under nourished look going though doesn't he." George was looking around seeing Harry standing thought he was ok but he mumbled something.
"Shunt of done that Charlie." Charlie let go and Harry dashed out the front door round the back of the house and started to fill a large plant pot with what used to be in his stomach. George smiled weakly at everyone and dashed after him.
Waiting at the corner for him to finish she went back into the kitchen helped herself to a glass of water before returning to Harry. Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ron, Charlie, Ginny, Fred and the other George all sat slightly shocked at Harry and his guest arriving.
Charlie coming to his sense quickly went to clean the plant pot out with a swish of his wand and helped Harry back into the kitchen before plonking him in the only vacant chair. George stood in silence behind Harry who took a moment to compose himself.
"Told you that you still weren't well." Ginny blurted out, Harry was beginning to notice just how grown up Ginny was now and smiled.
"Erm, sorry for just dropping in like that but Hedwig wasn't around." He hadn't finished his sentence when Hedwig wushed through the open window with a letter and settled herself on Harry's Shoulder who flinch but let The Owl sit on his lad to be stroked for a minuet softly.
'Yes hello Hedwig, I've missed you too.' Suddenly remembering himself Harry continued.
'Oh hello Weasley's thought I might come visit you all for a while.' He stopped and stifling a moan rubbed his stomach .
'I thought you said Hermione was here today.' Just then Hermione wondered through the door tying her hair up behind as she did.
'Err, yeah well, err this is George and George these are the Weasley's and Hermione." Harry gestured then started rubbing his head out of habit. Seeing that Harry really wasn't looking to good decided to be brave and speech.
"Hello there, pleased to finally meet you. James has bin a bit unwell but he said things would be ok because Ron's mum always fed him the best food." Mrs Weasley's face beamed with pride at the thought that Harry had said that about her, she had always prided herself on her superb mothering skills.
"Good to meet you come have a seat and have some breakfast both of you." Mrs Weasley was trying to be the perfect hostess but it seamed to be a bit to much the sight of Harry's face. Ron sitting next to Harry felt it was his duty to ask on behalf of the family.
"Harry what have you been up to, I've been trying to get hold of you all summer, you didn't seam to get any of our letters Hedwig and Pig just kept bringing them back to me. And I know you don't seam well but what's happened to you why are you such a mess Harry?"
The gormless looks now all moved to Ron even George seemed quiet shocked with Ron upon first meeting him. Harry just sat for a moment before answering he seemed to be unable to think at a normal pace.
"Do you mind if long draw out answers of my quiet bizarre holiday wait until later?" Harry replied looking around for a plate.
"Seriously, well I suppose but I wanna no, you can't just turn up here in a state and not expect me to want to know, you're my friend Harry." Harry looked at Ron in meaningful way.
"I'm sorry for just turning up like this out of the blue, I will tell you as much as you want to, but later Ron, I've bin up three hours and I'm dead on me arse I couldn't think of anywhere else I could go."
"Ok, we do this later, now eat something you look like you haven't had a proper meal since Hogwarts."
"I haven't!" Ron laughed slightly at him and passed some bacon and toast over.
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There seamed to be a lot of people in the station and moving very quickly to the exit, so George in lead paused at one side to let most the people pass by. It was too busy for them under normal circumstances but with a little patience they made it to the streets above and it was a warm sunny day in London.
"Do you want to go and find a room first and then see about what to do later for dinner?" She was looking at Harry's already tired face that he wished wasn't so obvious. He had to give in to himself he wasn't well and he knew only to well he had to rest to get better.
"Ok are we going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron or just in any-old bed and breakfast?" She thought for a moment before making a decision..
"I think it would be best to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, as it's probably easier in the long run for getting places." Harry added dizzily.
"I suppose your right even if it is a bit further, but can we keep a low profile I don't like it when people stare at my forehead." George smiled sweetly softening some of Harry's pain as she gently stroked his hair out of his face revealing the scar.
"Course we can but you need to lie down and rest for a while when we get there." Typical women she agrees to do what he wants in return she gets to have total control over the situation, much like Hermione but Harry didn't care he liked for once in his life been fussed over.
Harry not only liked her caring for him but he was keen to remember how much and why he liked her so much before all this happened, he wanted things to back to the way they were but now she knew all about his unfortunate history he didn't think that could ever be.
They walked much slower through the streets to the pub hidden from the muggle world together not speaking in a comfortable silence. Harry was thinking about how he could make it up to George, she had done so much for him and didn't complain once.
As Harry looked at her thinking about everything she'd done and what possible reason for it, George looked at everything her eye's widely looking in every direction. Harry was reminded of the way Moody's eyes never still he looked closer at her, it was almost as if she was filled with anger.
It made him feel sad how someone so beautiful feel so angry, he wanted to ask but couldn't and they remained silent until they were stepping up the steps into the Leaky Cauldron.
"You go and sit down and hide your handsome face while I se about a room." Dumping there bags under the table Harry carefully sat down as George walked firmly to the bar past some rather leery looking characters. He carefully sat with his face in his hands to cover and support his tired and throbbing head.
Looking around he saw that it was a very full pub he wondered if there was any room left and if they would have to go somewhere else. Letting his face role completely into his hands he felt himself sinking and shrinking to the floor.
His head was like a dead heavy weight hanging limply from his shoulders, he was breathing slowly and deeply to keep awake as always. Darkness had surrounded him pain surged through his body which he fought with all his strength until the black shadow had been engulfed by light.
He opened his eyes and looked out at he world to the first thing he saw and smelt, George smiling at him lightly touching his hand. Pulling him to a standing position she picked up the case effortlessly and lead him out the back.
"Come on sleepy head time to go to bed. There's only one room left and we can have it for the knight." He was lead half awake up the stairs and into a dimly lit room hearing a few voices before silence. George sat him on the bed and closed the shutters and curtains on the window before digging in her bag to retrieve her wand.
"You really are a witch aren't you!" Harry commented dumbly watching her.
"Yes I am and once I've changed your bandages you are going to go to sleep while I quickly do some jobs. I promise I won't be long but I want to go into Diagon Ally." Harry didn't ask why he assumed it was probably nothing much.
"Don't worry about me I will be fine, here on my own." She came and sat next to him she started to gently undress his top half but stopped when there were only the Bandages covering his chest.
"I think I need to show you something to help you understand why you must try and rest." Harry was confused but then that wasn't hard done at the moment.
"Why?" She sighed and walked him over to the wall by the mirror but Harry didn't look, he never looked at himself anymore.
"Look James in the mirror. Look at your face what do you see?" He reluctantly turned to the mirror and peered closely at his own face and flinched as soon as it came into focus, he realised the cut's on his eyebrows, nose, cheeks and lips were his as he touched them.
But more importantly the bruises under both eyes and on his nose were also his giving Harry the look he thought of what Sirius had after he first left Azkaban. Remembering Serius was hard and how ever painful, Harry felt he was looking much better before he died felt he could never loose the dark sunken caverns that were his eyes.
George turned Harry's head slightly to the left so Harry could see more, more bruises, the side of his face was almost covered in a purple, green and black bruise that was still painful to touch even with George's gentle hands.
He pushed his jet black hair out of his face to see everything, cuts even ran into his hairline. As Harry was forced to look at how ugly his new face was, he felt he couldn't turn away where as before he couldn't look, George let him be and changed the bandages.
"Now look down and see just what your own cousin has done to you, he did that and then left you for dead, James..." She trailed off. Still not looking he turned to see her with tears in her eyes.
"What, I never looked at it like that, he tried to killed me, he would of, if, if you hadn't come and saved me.' Harry stopped and stared at the floor for a moment before finishing the sentence that he was finding it so hard to hear.
'the Dursley's can no longer be my family can they, even my mother I'm sure would disown them after this. And my dad well they all hated him anyway a doubt they even acknowledge him marrying me mother. I remember when I was only a small kid and I asked who my dad was..." Harry flumped to the floor and sat leaning against the dresser with George, he had a strange tingling sensation all over his skin making his knees feel weak.
"What is it James, what happened?" She asked sympathetically
"They told me how we'd been driving in the car one night, and that my dad had been drinking heavily before he got in the car and in a fit of rage swerved off the road into a ditch and killed himself and my mum, leaving me all by myself."
"That's horrible!" George looked shocked and hugged Harry who couldn't help tears forming.
"But the worst part of it was I believed them, after that I was forbidden to ask questions. Imagine been about four or five and hearing that as a reply!' Harry let George hug him for a long time so he could dry his eyes on his T-shirt.
George knew full well what he was up to but pretended not to. After a moment the sky opened up and let out a strong summer rain shower Harry felt it was like the sky was crying, they got up and George finished re bandaging him.
'Look at me though I'm hideous, I'm can't imagine why you decided to hang around?" Harry looked properly at George to see she was quiet upset.
"I never thought you were hideous I knew you before and that's how I want to know you again...' she paused for a moment then had a cheeky grin again.
'like when we were hiding in the train station toilets!' Harry tried very hard to remember that happy thought but he couldn't physically smile much.
'Look at your back, I no it's not as bad as your front but look you can even see..." She couldn't finish but as she held up a second mirror Harry understood, upon closer looking you could see several fist shaped bruises working down his back each with a ring imprint.
"How do you put up with me George? You didn't have to stay but you still do?"
"Put up with you?! I wanted to stay and take care of you, I care a lot, ever since you kept coming back every morning. I thought you would never come back every night before I fell asleep but then in the morning you always turned up! I used to think I would have to keep on moving forever looking for..."
"Who?"
"My proper dad, I've never met anyone like you before, a wizard who could understand what it was to be a mucky blood." Harry had never seen this side of George before, it wasn't the level headed George speaking it was Georgiana who had lost her family like Harry and was looking for a new one.
Harry took the mirror from George and laid it down on the bed then standing as tall as he could he looked at George who was staring at the floor with all her soft curly hair falling in her eyes. Harry gently lifted her chin up and pushed the hair out of her face with one gentle hand, then wiping the tears from her eyes and smiling he said softly.
"When I better and we all back to normal, I promise I will help you find him! Ok?"
"Oh thank-you James your so sweet!" And she suddenly hugged him so quickly Harry almost lost his balance. Harry wanted so much to make her happy again but he felt unable to at this moment and if finding her proper dad would make her happy Harry would do it. She was about to kiss him but stooped and found the only bit of cheek that didn't cause to much pain.
"Don't worry I won't always like this just I have to go back to a muggle court and end it with the Dursley's."
"I understand you can't really magic to get better because someone will suspect you."
"Yes now dry your eyes and smile and we can see about this bed for later. Ok. Hmm.' There was a knock at the door as George wiped her eyes. 'Just a minuet." George sat quietly on the bed and Harry attempted to put a T-shirt on but found it far to painful so opened the door topless forgetting for a moment what he might look like. It was Ton the barman but he wasn't looking at Harry he was surveying his bumble as he spoke.
"I got the best I could, they may be a bit old but definitely clean and we a almost totally full at the moment." He looked up and sore Harry in all his bashed up glory, putting the blankets and pillows on the bed. Harry closed the door.
"Thank-you Tom."
"Your welcome, is that you Harry under there?"
"Yes it is but I don't really want people to know I'm here. Do you understand I came here just to rest for the night before going onto somewhere else?" Ton was an honest man and nodded, he was good at his job and knew all about keeping a professional silence.
"Yes I understand totally, don't worry know one will know you were here tonight. But Harry I can't help it, may I ask what's happened to you, was it him is he really back and doing what he does." Harry knew he meant Voldermort but decided not to say the name this one time.
"Yes he is back at large but no it wasn't him, let's just say I've been having a whole load of muggle troubles but not anymore and leave it at that."
"Of course mister Potter, is their anything else I can help you with tonight or for when you leave?" Harry thought for a moment somehow managing to behave just as an adult would.
"I was hoping to leave by floo powder but I hoped their was somewhere a little more discreet than the pub."
"Yes of course you can use the one in my private parlour and you can use my powder if you wish."
"Thank-you very much could I ask to use it tonight I should really let them know I'm coming to visit." Harry figured he best ask with proper manners specially seen as George was coming too.
"Sure would you like to come now or later?" Tom asked politely.
"Now would be fine just let me put a top on." George quickly helped harry back into a T-shirt and pulled a thick black shirt around him. They followed Tom down stairs but Harry had the feeling that George was nevus about something. Harry tried in vain to flatten his hair a bit but it was hopeless and he knew it he just couldn't stand the way Mrs Weasley fussed over him.
In the parlour Harry through some floo powder onto the fire dropped to the floor and stuck his head into the fire, he couldn't help feeling that the last time he had done this he was talking to Serius, half hoping to see him again Harry opened his eyes and saw sadly it was the Burro his head had just appeared in. He saw a small foot and hoping in wasn't a shoe spoke.
"Is that you Ginny in the corner?" Harry tried not to swallow to much dust because he decided it didn't taste to good.
"Oh, what was that?" She jumped off the chair looking around.
"Down here Ginny in the fire it's only me." Harry added slightly louder.
"Harry sorry I didn't expect to.. what are you doing in the fire. What's the matter with you face what happened." She looked horror stricken.
"I'll be okay, my face looks much worse that it is honest. I've bin having a bit of an odd summer but it wouldn't be complete without a trip to see the Weasley's, do think anyone would mind if we came to stay for a bit, someone wants to meet Ron." Feeling more comfortable she sat on the floor and answered.
"No one's back yet Harry but I can speak for the family and your welcome. The boy's are out, dad's at work and Ron and mum have gone to fetch Hermione, we've been trying to send you letters to come and stay soon but you haven't been replying."
"Oh well that's good to see Hermione again look I have to go now, not bin feeling too well."
"I can see that Harry you look awful."
"Well thanks Ginny." Harry joked knowing Ginny always did have a soft spot for him.
"Well you do, see you tomorrow Harry, what time you coming? So I know when to tell mum."
"Erm when I wake up.' Harry shrugged. 'Bowt dinner time possible a bit earlier, depends how I feel to be honest."
"Who wants to meet Ron?" Ginny asked.
"A friend of mine will your mum mind another body floating around?"
"Course not you know what my mum's like she'll have any one round to feed cake to. Can I ask what happened to you?"
"Well you know me I'm always clumsy falling down big hole getting chased by big snakes the usual stuff."
"That's what I was afraid of, the usual stuff with you..." She stopped as Harry had started to cough violently and George pulled Harry back up. Ginny was quiet worried because after Harry had gone and the fire had died down a bit she could see blood on the fireplace.
Harry flopped onto the floor again a bit confused. However within five minuets and a glass of cold water Harry felt much better despite the look on Tom's face that seemed to say my-god-don't-you-die-hear. It wasn't long before they were back upstairs sat alone on the bed. George started to pull Harry's shoes off.
"I feel like a right idiot now coughing like that down stairs, it was only a bit of soot." He tried to sit up but George made him lay down so he kissed her instead. On a second attempt to sit up Harry was stopped by the pain in his side and gasped.
"See you aren't well, whatever you think, a few more day's resting properly in bed at the Weasley's and you will be much better, then we can carry on from before if you like!"
"I would like that a lot, your so beautiful George and I'm such a mess why..." George stopped him with a finger and made him get into bed and closed his eyes gentle with her soft finger tips.
"Go to sleep I'll be back in a bit, just going to see Tom, and tomorrow when you wake up you will feel much better I'm sure."
"Fine, but your still the hottest girl I know." Harry said sleepily before drifting off. By the time George came back with some food Harry was fast to sleep.
In the morning George was right Harry did feel much better and helped get ready to go to the Burro. Tom was very helpful Harry thought and carried his bags for them into the fire. Harry's suitcase went flying through the grates to the Burrow making several Weasley's jump as it landed on Charlie Weasley's foot. Suddenly Ginny piped up.
"Oh sorry I almost forgot, Harry's said he was coming to visit today for a bit, I didn't think it would be this early though." Just as she was saying that though a loud pop announced the arrival of Harry who fell flat on the floor and didn't seen to move.
'Oh and he said he was bringing someone to meet Ron, but he didn't seam to look to well, bit under fed if you ask me." As Charlie lifted Harry easily up onto his feet George popped through the fire place with a far more graceful entrance than Harry. Charlie was just saying that.
"Harry does normally have the under nourished look going though doesn't he." George was looking around seeing Harry standing thought he was ok but he mumbled something.
"Shunt of done that Charlie." Charlie let go and Harry dashed out the front door round the back of the house and started to fill a large plant pot with what used to be in his stomach. George smiled weakly at everyone and dashed after him.
Waiting at the corner for him to finish she went back into the kitchen helped herself to a glass of water before returning to Harry. Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ron, Charlie, Ginny, Fred and the other George all sat slightly shocked at Harry and his guest arriving.
Charlie coming to his sense quickly went to clean the plant pot out with a swish of his wand and helped Harry back into the kitchen before plonking him in the only vacant chair. George stood in silence behind Harry who took a moment to compose himself.
"Told you that you still weren't well." Ginny blurted out, Harry was beginning to notice just how grown up Ginny was now and smiled.
"Erm, sorry for just dropping in like that but Hedwig wasn't around." He hadn't finished his sentence when Hedwig wushed through the open window with a letter and settled herself on Harry's Shoulder who flinch but let The Owl sit on his lad to be stroked for a minuet softly.
'Yes hello Hedwig, I've missed you too.' Suddenly remembering himself Harry continued.
'Oh hello Weasley's thought I might come visit you all for a while.' He stopped and stifling a moan rubbed his stomach .
'I thought you said Hermione was here today.' Just then Hermione wondered through the door tying her hair up behind as she did.
'Err, yeah well, err this is George and George these are the Weasley's and Hermione." Harry gestured then started rubbing his head out of habit. Seeing that Harry really wasn't looking to good decided to be brave and speech.
"Hello there, pleased to finally meet you. James has bin a bit unwell but he said things would be ok because Ron's mum always fed him the best food." Mrs Weasley's face beamed with pride at the thought that Harry had said that about her, she had always prided herself on her superb mothering skills.
"Good to meet you come have a seat and have some breakfast both of you." Mrs Weasley was trying to be the perfect hostess but it seamed to be a bit to much the sight of Harry's face. Ron sitting next to Harry felt it was his duty to ask on behalf of the family.
"Harry what have you been up to, I've been trying to get hold of you all summer, you didn't seam to get any of our letters Hedwig and Pig just kept bringing them back to me. And I know you don't seam well but what's happened to you why are you such a mess Harry?"
The gormless looks now all moved to Ron even George seemed quiet shocked with Ron upon first meeting him. Harry just sat for a moment before answering he seemed to be unable to think at a normal pace.
"Do you mind if long draw out answers of my quiet bizarre holiday wait until later?" Harry replied looking around for a plate.
"Seriously, well I suppose but I wanna no, you can't just turn up here in a state and not expect me to want to know, you're my friend Harry." Harry looked at Ron in meaningful way.
"I'm sorry for just turning up like this out of the blue, I will tell you as much as you want to, but later Ron, I've bin up three hours and I'm dead on me arse I couldn't think of anywhere else I could go."
"Ok, we do this later, now eat something you look like you haven't had a proper meal since Hogwarts."
"I haven't!" Ron laughed slightly at him and passed some bacon and toast over.
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