Chapter 6

Family

Ginny unfolded the huge blanket and handed a corner to Harry. Slowly, they started to back away from each other, spreading the large faded brown material across the grass.

"How many people are going to be here?"

Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment at Harry's question. "Well, let's count. Me and all my brothers, that's seven. Penelope, Sandy, and Lynn, that's ten. You, Mum and Dad, that's thirteen. Hermione and her parents, that's sixteen. If you count Mary as a person, that's seventeen. And I think Fred and George said something about Alicia and Katie, so it could be up to nineteen, eighteen if you don't count Mary. But one of the girls might not be coming," she added with a grin.

Harry looked down at the blanket, then back at Ginny. "Does your mom have another one of these?"

Ginny nodded, leading the way back inside to get one.

The entire summer had been spent separated from each other. Now that there was only one night before those returning to school had to go back, they decided they would all get together. Nobody had seen Percy in half a year, nobody had seen Fred and George all summer, which, considering the personality of the twins and the fact that they were working at a joke shop, made their mother very nervous.

Hermione was bringing Ron back home, and her parents were coming along. Having heard about his family all summer, they were eager to get to know the Weasleys a little better. Hermione would be staying to go the station the next morning with Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

Mrs. Weasley was nearly completely better now. She spent most of her time sitting, but that didn't keep her from wanting to cook all the food for this little gathering. Ginny and Harry were doing all that they could to make sure she didn't over work herself. Mr. Weasley was at work, but he would be back shortly.

Which was why they were spreading the blankets out on the lawn. They all agreed trying to fit everybody inside the kitchen would be extremely hard to accomplish, so they were going to have a picnic of sorts.

Harry was a little nervous. This would be the first time he would have to face Ron and Hermione since his recent 'discovery'. He didn't want them to find out about his crush. He most importantly didn't want Ron to find out.

"Sstop worrying about it, Harry," Sally hissed in his ear low enough that Ginny wouldn't be able to hear. "Ron'ss densser then you, he'ss not going to notice. Hermione'ss known for ass long ass I have, possibly longer ass she wass here firsst. There'ss nothing for her to find out."

Harry stopped to turn his head and glare at his familiar. "Did everybody know except me?"

Sally nodded with a snake grin. Harry let out a defeated sigh and ran to catch up with Ginny.

*~*~*

Around noon, the first 'visitors' to arrive were Percy and Penelope. They'd flown in from Spain the night before, but had gone to visit Penelope's family. They sat at the kitchen table talking to Mrs. Weasley. Percy was busy telling Mrs. Weasley everything about his new job, a subject that quickly bored Ginny and Harry, causing them to retreat up into Harry's room.

"Is Charlie spending the night? Will he want his room back?"

"Nah, he won't be. Sandy's, what, four months pregnant? They'll go back to their apartment." Ginny was laying down on Harry's bed, her feet up in the air as she removed her socks with her toes and tried to get them back on.

"Bored?"

"A little," she admitted.

Harry sat down beside her, and she moved over. He laid back, trying to suppress the flutter in his heart that laying by her was causing. "Do you think that Percy and Penelope will get married?" Harry asked.

Ginny thought about it for a minute, or perhaps she was concentrating on getting her left sock back on so hard she couldn't answer right away. "Percy's a hard worker, but he doesn't like commitment. So, I don't know, really."

"I think sso," Sally said, using the aid of the bed post to get up to their level. "Before, maybe not. But now they're back here under the influence of match maker boy."

Harry looked over at her. "What are you talking about?"

"I tried to explain it to you before, remember? You tend to make people, I don't know, fall in love. You don't make them love each other, but people around you show their love for each other. It'ss part of that prophessy, I believe."

Ginny looked over. "Fighting temptation of evil's power, bonds of love will form and flower," she supplied.

"That'd be the versse. Sso, now that he'ss around Harry, Percy will feel the need to act on the love he hass for her."

Harry turned over, laying his chin down on his hands. "I don't like having power over people."

Ginny sat a hand on his shoulder, still wary of touching his back, even though he said it was fine now, if a little tight. "We know you don't, but if it helps, I can't think of a better power to have over people then to make them act on love they feel."

Harry had to admit she had a point, and was about to, when a voice sounded from down the stairs.

"Ginny! Where's my favorite sister?"

"Charlie!" she exclaimed, and before Harry could move, she jumped over him to the floor, and was out the door before he had sat up. He got out of the room just in time to see her jump into her older brother's arms on the stairs, nearly knocking him over in the process.

"Hi there Harry."

"Hello Charlie."

"Where's Sandy? How is she doing? Is she okay?"

Charlie gave his sister an affectionate pat on the head as he sat her back down on the floor. "She's downstairs, with the others. I got away and came up here to see how you two were doing. How's your back, Harry?"

Harry gave him a smile, though he was getting very tired of hearing that question. "It's much better, thanks."

The three went back into Charlie's old room and retook their seats, discussing in detail the tactics that the current Gryffindor team used, verses the tactics they used when Charlie was captain.

"HARRY!" came a shout so loud that the three of them jumped. This time it was Harry that rushed out of the room faster then they could blink.

It had crept up on him slowly, how much he missed Ron. Not only the fact that he hadn't seen him all summer, but even before school had let out there had been too much going on. And for one brief moment, he longed for the first year, before Ginny, before Hermione, before this complicated bond that he shared with Sally, when it had just been him, and his first ever real friend, in a new world where anything was possible. It lasted for only a blink, but it was probably what prompted the one armed hug he crushed Ron in.

"Missed ya, Pawn."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms.

Harry smiled at her. "Don't be silly Booky, I missed you too." He pulled Hermione into a full hug to prove his point. And he had. He had missed them both a lot, but Ginny had kept him from being lonely. Usually, the sensation of missing somebody to Harry meant he was lonely. Therefore this year, as he wasn't lonely all summer, he didn't realize how much he missed Ron an Hermione until he saw them.

Charlie patted his brother on the head in much the same way he had Ginny. "I'll leave you kids to catch up. I kinda left Sandy down there all by herself. See you in a few."

While Hermione and Ron were saying hello to Ginny, Harry was leading them all back into Charlie's room. As soon as they were all inside, he closed and locked the door.

He wasn't sure when he had really made the decision. But maybe he also longed for how it had been in the end of the first year. Hermione and Ron by his side, the original dream team, working together and saving the world without giving it a second thought. But the point was, he had left them out. It had just been him and Ginny. And as much as he really did love her, she wasn't Ron, or Hermione for that matter, and they were missing from the complicated puzzle that was his life. He wanted them back.

"Rose and I need to talk to you guys."

"We do?"

Harry nodded. He took a seat back on the bed, and the other's around him. The heat made his back itch, and now that Charlie was gone, he felt more comfortable, and ripped his shirt off. "I have a few things to tell you." He raised his hand, and the window flew shut, locking, and placed a sound spell over the room, locking all words in.

Ginny was surprised. Harry was obviously planning on telling them everything. She had never really approved of leaving them out in the first place, but had been willing to go along with whatever Harry wanted as long as he included somebody, namely her, to keep him from falling on his face. But what had prompted this decision?

Hermione was staring at the window that had shut. "Harry…?"

"I guess I'll start by telling you the basics, then explain everything I know behind them. I don't need a wand to do magic anymore. In fact, I have more power then I can hold, and the wand limits it and gets in my way."

"Harry?" Ron asked, clearly not sure if he should believe him or not.

In a blink, Harry left the bed, and was sitting beside Ron on the floor. Ron gave a shout and jumped away, staring at his friend with wide eyes. "You see Ron?"

"How?" Hermione asked, her voice faint.

With a deep sigh, Harry started to explain. It took at least an hour, with help from Ginny and Sally, but eventually he had them filled in on everything, including the chamber, and the prophesy. The only thing he left out were the parts that had to do with Draco Malfoy, because he had given his word. Only Ginny would know.

Hermione just sat in shocked silence, the wheels in her mind turning to incorporate everything she had heard with all that she knew and making the pieces fit together. Ron was too shocked to think it all through, and shot questions at Harry as fast as he could answer them.

"So you can't die. I mean, only he can kill you? Nobody else?"

"Yes Ron, but that doesn't mean I want to go jump off a building. It'll still hurt, a lot."

"Well, yeah, but still Harry, that's kinda neat, in a sick sort of way, you know? Can you really turn into a snake? And a lion? Will you show us?"

Even Ginny looked interested. He hadn't shown her either of his other forms, the only one that had seen him was Sally. He felt suddenly self conscious. "Ah, I guess so…"

He fell into the form of a lion easily. After the first time, that had been easy as breathing. Not that he made a habit of doing it, at the risk that somebody would see. Ron cursed and Ginny gasped, while Hermione just watched, she had gone into "study mode". He turned back into a person before trying to become a snake. It made it a little easier, because he could pull a little at his bond with Sally and see the world from her eyes. They just watched him, and he gave them only a moment to look before going back, because that form always made Sally uncomfortable, no matter what he did. In fact, it didn't make him that comfortable, which may have had something to do with the fact that it was only his gift because Voldemort had given it to him.

"Wow, Harry, this is just, wicked."

"Harry," Hermione interrupted, having thought everything through and finally finding something she didn't understand yet. "You said that your wand gets in your way. What are you going to do about it?"

Harry threw a lopsided grin at Ginny, who smiled back. "Booky, your wand does two things. It channels your magic, directs it, points it, but it also amplifies it. The magical core in combination with the wood and length is made to fit your power, to amplify your magic and make it easier to use and do what you want." Hermione nodded and waved a hand, indicating she knew all of this, but Harry was more telling Ron then her.

"But for me, because of all the power that was behind my block, not only do I no longer need it amplified, but my wand doesn't fit me anymore. There may never be one that does, because I have not only my power, but dad's doubled, and what I stole from Tom. So whenever I try to use it, the core keeps trying to interfere, and I have to direct it away from the wand. It's a pain. However, it doesn't hurt to have something to channel with. So for my birthday, Ginny made me a mock wand. It looks just like mine, but there's no center. I can still use it to channel or direct my magic if I wanted to, but it won't try to force me too, and nobody will know that I don't need it."

"But why Harry?" Ron asked. "Why can't anybody know? I don't understand."

"Because, Ron, Voldemort can't know. It's a great advantage over him if he doesn't know, because he will underestimate me. If he thinks the block never fell, that there's just too much power behind it now for anybody to handle, he won't be expecting it or planning for it, and maybe I can use it to bring him down."

Ron nodded slowly, while Ginny remained silent and Hermione had fallen back into deep thinker mode. "That's why I didn't tell you guys everything at first. I was just learning everything for myself, and I felt that the less who knew anything the better. Rose got involved too deep to dig out, but at least I was able to keep you two out of it until we knew what was going on. But you two are the only ones that can know. I don't want even Dumbledore or McGonagall to get wind of it."

Both of them nodded. "I have some news too," Ginny said softly, causing all three to look at her. "The attack on mum, it wasn't meant for her. They were trying to get to me. But only dad and Harry know. We don't want mum to know, it'll only upset her. The ministry wasn't able to find out anything else about the attack."

Ron's mouth fell open, and Harry could already see his neck heating in anger. He cut in before the fiery red head could explode. When it came to his family, Ron had a temper and a mouth to rival his mother's, Ginny's, Hermione's, and professor McGonagall's put together.

"But," Harry cut in quickly, "Sirius is going to try to help. There's not much he can do, but unlike the ministry, he believes that it could possibly be one of Voldemort's followers. And he'll go through hell and high water for any of us. Heather too." Well, now that he'd promised, he'd better make sure he wrote to Sirius and asked for his help. He had intended too, when it became clear that the ministry wasn't making any progress, but neither Sirius nor Heather had wrote all summer, and Harry assumed that they had to be really busy. They'd even missed his birthday, a fact he tried not to let bother him.

Ron let out a breath, his nerves calmed. "Well," Hermione said, standing up, "I'm glad that there's no more secrets between any of us. Now we can return to being the dream team that we've always been."

Harry threw her a smile, glad that Ron and Hermione were with him and always would be. "I'm taking the sound spell off." Still, he couldn't help the bit of guilt that made his stomach churn to know that he was keeping one secret from all of them.

"By the way, mate, how's your back?" Ron asked, as they all stood to go downstairs and check on the state of the picnic.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I swear, three years from now people are still going to be asking me about my damn back. It's much better Ron, thanks for your concern."

"Well then, spin around and let us see." Harry complied, picking up his discarded shirt so he could wear it downstairs. Ron let out a hiss. "Well it looks much better, but it still don't look good."

"Doesn't, Ron," Hermione corrected.

"Booky I swear if you correct my grammar one more time I'm going to blow," Ron growled as they headed out the door.

"Well if you would learn to speak correctly, I wouldn't have to!"

Harry pulled on his shirt and grinned at Ginny. It was good to have them back.

~*~*~

Fred and George were the last of the expected guests to arrive. As it turned out, neither had brought one of the girls. And amazingly, neither had a bunch of pranks stuffed up their sleeve. Both boys ran to their mother as soon as they arrived, and hugged her tight for a good minute, apologizing for the fact that they couldn't come home when she had been attacked. Harry had been surprised and touched, shocked once again at all the concept of being a family meant.

They all spread out on the two huge blankets on the lawn, shifting around to talk to everybody. Hermione's parents and Ron's parents were having a very interesting conversation outside of their children's hearing range. Fred and George were taking turns holding Mary, under Lynn's watchful eye. Bill and Charlie were talking about their days together as Hogwarts students, while Sandy talked to Percy and Penelope about Spain. Which left the Dream Team mostly to themselves to talk about lighter things then what had been discussed inside.

However Ron was soon snagged by his father to tell of his adventures in a muggle household, leaving Hermione to whisper to Harry about the how he had reacted to some of the things they took for granted.

But eventually that conversation passed and other's started, Harry not really part of any of them. All the food had been moved back in by now, and he laid back on the blanket beside Ginny. "Feels good to be surrounded by people again, doesn't it?" she asked, rotating her head to look at him.

Harry chuckled. "I suppose, but I'm so used to being by myself over the summer that just having you and Sally was a nice change. This however, does feel wonderful. I'd love to have a big family some-" he cut off, realizing with a start that it would never be possible for him to have a big family. He had no choice in the matter. One child.

Ginny smiled. "Don't worry Harry, you'll always be part of this family, and we're only going to get bigger. All our kids will call you Uncle Harry."

Harry smiled back at her, then looked thoughtful. "Ginny, what do you want to do after Hogwarts?"

She blinked. "Well, I like the idea of following Quidditch, but that's just a dream. For a while I was also considering what it would be like to go into magical healing, but I never thought too much about it. I'd don't really want to leave Hogwarts. Maybe I'll teach, or better yet, maybe I could replace Madam Pince and be the school librarian. Think about it Harry," she said, her eyes going bright, "the whole restricted section open to you." He grinned and shook his head. "What about you?"

He gave a sigh. "I don't know, I've been thinking about it. I guess I'm going to follow Quidditch, I mean, it's already set up for me and my contract lasts until I'm eighteen, so I have to be there for at least a year afterwards. But Quidditch doesn't last forever. And I am the same way. I've never known any place but Hogwarts. I've never felt safe anywhere but there. I don't want to leave. And now, with the chamber…" he faded off, not wanting to talk about it where they could be overheard.

"Well, you wouldn't have to if you lived in there. But that would get lonely, I suppose, being in there all by yourself." She turned fully onto her side, making them closer and lowering her voice. Harry fought his blush. "Harry, I know that you've been apparating to waste some magic, but I've been meaning to ask, just how far can you go?"

Harry smiled. "Nobody's taught me how to do it yet. So I haven't tried going anywhere that I can't physically see from where I start. And that's all it is, a huge waste of energy. I can't be doing it right, because if it took that much energy, nobody would do it."

They were interrupted by the sound of Hermione and Ron fighting about, well, something. Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at each other and let out long sighs. Harry let out a laugh, turning to them and patting Mrs. Granger on the arm. "We can totally sympathize. Were they at it all summer?"

Mr. Granger nodded. "I would punish them, but I can never figure out who starts it. We tried separating them, but then they were both so miserable that they sulked." Mr. Weasley let out a laugh, while Mrs. Weasley nodded.

"It seems," Mrs. Weasley started when her husband finished laughing, "that the only one's that can ever get them to stop are Harry and Ginny."

"Practice Mrs. Molly," Harry said with a wink. "Pawn, Booky, we're aren't even back at school yet! Give it a rest, would you?"

*~*~*

After sunset, everybody started to head back. Bill and Lynn left with Mary, Charlie left with Sandy, after promising to write to Ginny and possibly have her there for the baby's birth. Percy and Penelope left for Spain again, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger left in their car after saying goodbye to their daughter and Ron, whom had become like a son to them.

Fred and George retired to their room early, claiming to have had a long summer and wanting a bit of rest before school again. Hermione and Ginny had closed and locked their door right after dinner, claiming they had a lot to talk about that couldn't possibly interest the boys. Mrs. Weasley fell dead asleep as soon as she got inside.

Ron decided to spend the night in Charlie's room with Harry, feeling that it wasn't worth it to unpack in his own when he was already packed. He rolled out some blankets on the floor beside the bed, while Harry finished up an essay for homework that he had left until last minute, not wanting Hermione to know about it.

"Hey Harry, Hermione's a prefect this year, did she tell you?"

Harry shook his head, writing down a few more words. "No, she didn't bring it up. Are you?"

"Nah, failing Divination disqualified me. 'Bout you?"

"Turned it down," Harry stated.

"You what?" Ron asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Harry sucked on the end of his quill, and finished a few more sentences before answering. "I wrote back saying I didn't want the position. They can't make you do it you know."

"Well yeah, but why?"

Harry shrugged. "I've got better things to do then worry about patrolling the halls at night for kids. I've got two N.E.W.T.s to get ready for."

"N.E.W.T.s? What ever for? We don't take them until seventh year."

Harry nodded, finishing his report and rolling it up. "I know. But my schedule is starting to get out of hand. McGonagall knows that charms and trans. are just a waste of my time anymore. I can do it all, so she's having me skip the O.W.L.s and just take the N.E.W.Ts during Christmas, and then I can drop the classes. So I've only got until December to get ready, being a prefect on top of all the Quidditch I've got to do was the last thing I needed."

"Don't tell Hermione, Harry, she'll kill you if she finds out you're getting your N.E.W.T.s before she is. She's all worked up over the O.W.L.s, it's been all I've heard about all summer."

Harry nodded absentmindedly while ripping off some extra parchment and starting his letter. "Who you writing to?" Ron asked.

"Sirius," Harry replied. It was always very difficult to do, as he had to imply everything and not actually give away any information, on the off chance that their letters were intercepted.

Dear Heather and Sparky~

I miss you both. I haven't heard from you all summer, and I understand that you're probably really busy. We go back to school tomorrow, and I hate to bother you with something else but I have a problem. You may or may not have heard, but Mrs. Weasley was attacked during the summer. But the attack wasn't meant for her, it was meant for Ginny. That's all the Ministry could figure out, nobody knows who did it. We have our suspicions, but, well you know. If you have a chance, maybe you could help? If not, I understand. Try to write me back if you can.

Your Godson

~Harry

He sealed the letter and handed it off to Hedwig, who hooted a note of affection at him. "Don't bother coming back here, just go straight to school, okay? Take this to Heather and Sirius, or just Sirius if they're not together, alright?" She hooted once more before flying out the window, glad to have a job.

"Who do you think is going to be the new Defense professor this year?" Ron asked, turning onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.

Harry yawned. "No idea," he answered, crawling under the covers of the bed he had called his own for the past few weeks. "I wanna know who's gonna be teaching me the classes that Sirius was."

"Does it matter? Is there anything else you have to learn?"

"There's always more to learn," Harry muttered, already falling asleep.

"Yeah but-"

"In the morning, Ron." That night, with other people in the house, he was able to sleep soundly.

~*~*~

The morning before the return to Hogwarts was exactly like it always was. Full of movement and noise. It helped that Hermione, Ron, and the twins were already mostly packed, but Ginny and Harry found themselves a little behind, running around trying to locate everything. Mr. Weasley had managed to get a hold of a large ministry car. They barely fit all the luggage in the trunk.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat up front, while the twins and Ron sat in the back row. That left Harry in the middle, between Ginny and Hermione. He stared at his hands for a long time, having tried to avoid being in this close proximity with Ginny all summer. Sally, wrapped around his ankle, found this to be very amusing.

For once, they weren't late, and they were taking their time on the highway. Mrs. Weasley was turning on the radio, and Harry was beginning to wonder if allowing the twins to sit behind them was a good idea. They were whispering about something.

"You kids study hard this year," Mrs. Weasley said looking back at them. "You have your O.W.L.s at the end of the year, and boys you have your N.E.W.T.s."

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "Don't worry Mrs. Molly, I'll make them study."

Mrs. Weasley smiled at her. Her face was starting to fill out again, and she was finally putting back on some weight. "I'm counting on it, Hermione."

Harry chuckled. "Tough luck, Ron."

Hermione gave him a serious look. "You too Harry. I don't care what other things you have going on at the time, your O.W.L.s are important for your N.E.W.T.s."

Harry smirked, the look that said "I know something you don't." "What?" Hermione asked, looking between Harry, Ron, and Ginny, the later two whom were avoiding her eyes.

"It's nothing Booky," he insisted, trying to look innocent.

"Hey does this window open?" Ginny asked, if only to change the subject.

"Yeah," Harry replied quietly. "Twist that." He watched her as she lowered it, and a blast of air hit her in the face. It blew her bangs back by her ears, and made her ponytail fly. He blinked, realizing that he had be staring again, and looked away.

She turned back and joined in on the current conversation that Harry wasn't part of. He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. This was going to be so much harder now, now that they weren't alone and he was under the watchful eyes of Hermione and Ron. He just couldn't stop thinking about her.

But another problem was bothering him since Sally had brought up the prophesy yesterday. He was supposed to find his one true love. Could Ginny be his true love? 'I mean, how am I supposed to know? It's not like she's gonna walk in with a sign on her neck that says "Harry's True Love". But wouldn't I have known it right away? Won't I just know when I meet the person I want to be with forever? Isn't that how it's supposed to work? But this is just a silly little crush. So is it wrong to even try, knowing that I'm going to meet somebody else that fits me better, that is the one for me? Is that fair to her? I mean, what's the point of even trying if it's just doomed from the beginning?'

Sally, who was following his emotions, looked up at him. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, really, but whatever it was had him all confused and upset. "Harry?"

"What is it, Sal?" he asked, reverting to Parseltongue instead of English, not wanting the whole car to hear, even if Ginny could.

"Iss ssomething wrong?"

"I'm fine, Sal."

'If I really wanted to know, all I have to do is have her try to open the chamber. But even if she is, that doesn't mean she loves me back. Wait, do I, love her? I mean, I know I love her, but do I love her like that? What's the difference?'

He let out a frustrated growl and shoved his thoughts to the back of his head. All he did was think himself in circles. Maybe he could talk to Sally about it later. She might be some help. He glanced over at Ginny once more, who was looking at him with concern. Fighting a blush, he looked back at his hands. 'Bottom line is, I'm crazy for her. I can't stop thinking about her. Lets just worry about that for now.'

When they pulled into the station, there was, for once, no need to rush. They made their towards platform nine and three quarters.

"Harry!" Fred said, grabbing him under the arm.

"Why don't you come with us first."

Before their mother could protest, they pulled Harry, who was dragging his trunk behind him, towards and through the platform. "Fred, George, where are we going?" he asked, startled as they led him away from the entrance. They paused a bit away.

"Fred and I'd like a few words with you, lover boy."

He stared at them, completely lost. He wished Sally was with him, instead of with Ginny. They made him nervous.

"What are you talking about?"

"We're not as blind as Ron, Harry Potter. We can see the way you keep looking at our little Ginny, last night and today."

Harry felt himself turning red, and fought it off. "I don't have any idea what you two are going on about. If this is another one of your jokes-"

"Oh, yes, that's exactly what it is. We're just letting you know, that we like you, really we do."

"But our family comes first, and no offence Harry."

"But if you ever hurt her, we'll be forced to take drastic measures."

Harry just stared at them for another moment, totally taken aback. Was he that obvious? After a moment, his brain turned back on. "Guys, I don't know what you're talking about, but the last thing I would ever do is harm your sister."

"Good man," Fred said loudly, hitting him a little too hard on the back. They started back towards the others.

"What was that about?" Ron asked, when Fred and George were out of earshot.

"Nothing," Harry said, the blush he had fought before returning. Hermione smirked at him, only making it worse. He groaned inwardly. Hermione knew too. This was going to be a nightmare.

And for the first time in his history, as Harry got on the train, he wondered if it would be a good idea to go back to Hogwarts.

(A/N: Lily~ I'm BACK!!!

Draco~ About time…

Lily~ *giggle* Oh poof you, Drakie. You're just upset you're losing your drawer.

Draco~ Well it's MINE. You said that I wouldn't have to move!

Lily~ Yes, well, that was before Zachary existed. Alright everybody, summer is here, and what's my goal? I intend to have this year finished before summer is over. So be prepared for major writing spurts. I can't wait to have this year over. It's the most boring in my opinion. But next year is FUN and the year after that *smirk* we meet Zachary.

Draco~ I'm not leaving my drawer

Lily~ *raises an eyebrow* So you want to live alone with Zachary. Draco is there something you're not telling us?

Draco~ FINE! I'll move out after sixth year.

Lily~ Of course you will. You're just a muse, I can make you do whatever I want. *smirks evily* REVIEW!! If anybody can figure out what song inspired the scene in the car, I'll dedicate the next chappie to you!)