Harry opened his eyes to the bright sunlight. It had to have been midday. He looked around the room; the blank painting on the wall and the two owls dozing in the closet told him he was no longer at the small house on Privet Drive anymore. He groaned and rolled over. He pressed his eyes together tightly begging the Gods to fall asleep again and wake up back in the house on Privet Drive. In the past Harry would have been happy to wake up at Grimauld place but things had quickly changed. He knew it would be hard being back at the house that held so many memories of Sirius, but right now those memories were the least of his problems. He knew that if he were to get up and go down stairs to lunch he would find his Aunt and piggy cousin there. He laid there for what felt to be an eternity before he threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed to his trunk. Flipping his trunk open he sifted through his clothes and mumbled to himself, "Every thing is a damn hand down." Harry quickly pulled on an outfit of which was all something previously owned by Dudley except for the Weasley sweater he had gotten for Christmas several years ago. He sat down on the bed and stared at the door debating if he should leave the bedroom. Leaving the room meant food and friends that cared, but staying meant avoiding his aunt and cousin. Harry's stomach growled making his final decision and he got up and made his way to the kitchen and peeked in. "Hello Mrs. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley looked up from the counter where she was cutting up vegetables for lunch, "Harry dear! I didn't expect to see you up so early." she smiled and then took on a look of sympathy, "How are you feeling dear, things have been a bit… hectic this summer haven't they?"

Harry grinned. Mrs. Weasley always treated him like one of her own children, "I'm adjusting. Can I help you with anything in the kitchen?"

"Oh no dear. Why don't you go into the drawing room. Ron, Ginny, your Aunt and, cousin Dudley are there."

In the drawing room Harry found his Aunt sitting on the couch reading through what had to be a month worth of back issues of the Daily Prophet. Dudley was sitting next to her wide eyed staring at Ron and Ginny who were sprawled out on the floor playing a game of wizards chess. Harry sat down besides Ron who looked up to acknowledge Harry but quickly went back to concentrate on the game he was losing to his little sister. Harry leaned over to whisper a suggestion to Ron; Ron made a face at Harry and made the move anyways. Just like old times. Harry grinned at the memories of sitting in the Gryffindor common room helping Ron or Hermione along with chess neither were willing to accept help but always took whatever advice he gave them. As the game progressed one of Ginny's pieces busted one of Ron's and threw it off the board. From the couch there was a squeak of surprise from Dudley. Ron leaned over to Harry, "He's been doing that the whole game. You should have heard him the first time it happened. I thought he was going to need a trip to St. Mungos."

Harry laughed and whispered back, "Duddkins is delicate. That's why I always did the house work."

Ron snorted, "Some physical activity might be good for him."

Ginny broke in, "Guys you should be nice. This is Harry's family."

"But Ginny you haven't heard about the things they have done to Harry."

"You heard what Mum said though, Mrs. Dursley was just doing it to protect herself from her husband and his abuse."

Before the conversation could go on anymore Mrs. Weasley hollered into the room that lunch was done. Ron, Ginny, and Harry quickly discarded their game for food and went into the kitchen. Petunia had a bit of a problem getting Dudley to leave the safety of the couch.

"Come on Dudley its time to eat" Petunia tried to coax him up.

"I don't want to eat."

"Dudley dear I know you, you never turn down food."

"I don't want to eat their food."

"Dudley! You are going to march into that kitchen and eat everything placed in front of you! Then you are going to thank Mrs. Weasley for making you such a good meal. They didn't have to take us in but they did. You should just be happy we aren't living on the street." With that Petunia pulled Dudley up and pushed him towards the kitchen. Dudley went into the kitchen closely followed by his mother and sat down with a plop. He carefully inspected the food before him, sandwiches and soup, it looked harmless so he nibbled on the sandwich. It didn't taste poisonous. He then tasted the soup, it tasted fine as well so he began shoveling food into his mouth hoping he could finish eating quickly and leave the room.

Harry surveyed those around him; Mrs. Weasley and her youngest children Ron and Ginny were there and so was his aunt and cousin. Tonks probably went home sometime that morning and Harry doubted that Professor Dumbledore had spent the night. Even with the crowd around him there was someone unaccounted for, "Where's Remus?"

Mrs. Weasley looked up from her soup, "He took his lunch in his room. The poor dear has been cleaning out Sirius' room. I've offered to help but it seems that he wants to do it alone."

Harry nodded at Mrs. Weasley and looked down at his soup trying to blink away a tear that threatened to emerge. Mrs. Dursley didn't notice Harry's reaction but took an interest in the conversation. "Remus? Sirius? Why do those names sound familiar?"

Looking up from his soup Harry answered Mrs. Dursley, "Remus and Sirius were my Dad's best friends. You met Remus last night. He was the one with the graying hair, not the one covering his eye with a hat. Then Sirius is my Godfather, he died just before I came back from school."

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know about your Godfather." Petunia reached across the table and set her hand on Harry's in a Motherly way. "Now if I remember right, there was a tight group of four boys that your father belonged to. I want to say the fourth boy was named was Patrick right. What ever happened to him?"

"It was Peter. He was the bastard that handed my parents over to Voldemort." Harry spat out venomously.

"Harry!" Gasped Mrs. Weasley, "Watch your language!"

Then something happened that no one was expecting Petunia came to Harry's defense, "Molly, when Harry is referring to the person who was responsible or his parent's death the last thing I would expect him not to sugar coat his language."

Petunia and Mrs. Weasley glared at each other which led to another period of the awkward silence that was starting to become normal. Ignoring the women's staring contest Harry turned to Ron who was noisily slurping his soup. "Have you heard much from Heroine this summer?"

"I get the occasional owl but she seems to be busy." Ron tried to say through a mouth full of food.

Harry nodded, "She seems to be doing a lot of traveling and I am sure she's doing a lot of studying too. I know she is going to visit Viktor Krum and then someplace with her parents. I just can't remember where…"

"Her and her parents went to the United States to…" Ron stopped mid-sentence and dropped his spoon. "She went to visit Krum?!? How could she! He's probably a Death Eater by now since he came from the dark art teaching school!"

Before Ron could go on about the evils of Viktor Krum the doorbell rang and Mrs. Weasley sprung up from her spot at the table and ran to answer the door. She quickly returned followed by Tonks who happened to have short messy dark purple hair and was dress in muggle corduroys and a simple black t-shirt. Mrs. Weasley pushed Tonks towards a chair next to Harry and quickly began to fix her a plate of food. "Molly, no need to get me food. I really have no plans of staying."

"Well just a couple bites before you leave." coaxed Mrs. Weasley.

"I already ate Molly. I really am not hungry."

Oblivious to Mrs. Weasley's and Tonks' bickering Harry noticed something missing, "Why isn't the painting of Sirius's mum screaming?"

Ron snorted with laughter, "You have to thank Dumbledore for that. A week ago he came up with a solution. Muggle Ducky Tape or was it Duct tape… I don't know, but Mrs. Black's painting is now covered in a silver tape."

Harry giggled, "Sirius would have loved to have been the one to put up the tape."

Smirking at the boys conversation Tonks broke in, "I was on my way out to the shops and I thought I should stop by and take Harry along." she quickly turned to Mrs. Weasley, "Yes Molly, I talked to Dumbledore about it. Yes, he okayed a shopping trip with me and Harry." She then turned to Ron, "But only me and Harry. I am only one person and even though I'm an auror it would be safest if I just had to keep an eye on Harry. Dumbledore figured as long as Harry never left my side he would be safe" Tonks stopped and smirked, "Although I am sure he would consent to me allowed to go into the changing rooms alone, but if Harry wants me in there…" Before Tonks could go on she was cut off by a look of disproval from Mrs. Weasley.

"You want to take me shopping? Why?" Harry said in shock.

"Well simple as this. I have noticed your practically dressed in rags. It seems the only new clothing you own is your school robes and a few wonderful Weasley sweaters." Tonks smirked and winked at Harry.

A snort came from across the table where Dudley was sitting. "Take Harry shopping? That's a waste of time. The reason he is dressed in handed down clothes is because he has no money."

Harry whipped his head around to face Dudley. "How dare you say that. I am dressed like this because you and your family insisted on treating me like vermin. Even if I did want to go shopping with my own money your parents wouldn't have taken me. You seem to think I don't have any money. How do you think I am paying for school? Well the answer to that is I have more money in a vault in Gringotts bank than your father makes in five years!" with that Harry got up from the table and grabbed Tonks by the hand. "Come on lets go. I can't stay here any longer right now."

Harry and Tonks left Grimauld place leaving behind them a kitchen full of shocked people. The Weasleys somewhat understood Harry's anger towards the Dursleys. They had seen how the transformations Harry made the past four summers. Harry had always left school happy and healthy and when he returned the next fall he was always scrawny and miserable. On the other hand Dudley sat at the table with his mouth hanging open trying to comprehend what Harry had told him and next to him sat his mother who couldn't hide the sparse tears trickling down her cheeks.