Pawprints of the Panther
By: Lord Gavin Black
Disclaimer: I am not JK, therefore none of the HP characters are mine. I do, however, own (or am borrowing) RJ, Gina, Gabe, Joe, Ez, and any other characters who appear that are not cannon characters. But I'm sure you guessed that. This is a slash fiction (Male/Male). The rating is for the obvious slash, language,and drug use.
Chapter 5
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. He waited for the noise that had woken him up. He looked over to see if Ron was asleep and found his friend contentedly drooling on his pillow. His head turned sharply to the door as he heard a large crash come from the living room below.
"Ron! Wake up, there's someone in the living room!" Harry said, shaking his friend awake. He turned and ran out the door not bothering to see if Ron was even following him. He kept in the shadows and turned to the living room.
Harry felt Ron's breathing on his neck and he brushed him away. He slowly and silently made his way into the living room, his wand drawn.
"Lumos!" Harry called out, suprising the intruder so much he tripped over the trunk in the middle of the floor and landed on his face.
"Pertrificus Totalus!" Hermione called out from the balcony hallway above the living room.
Harry smiled up at her. "Thanks 'Mione!"
"No problem. Who is it?" she asked, making her way down the stairs.
Harry shrugged and made his way to the shaggy haired teen. "I don't recognize him. Well at least not the back of his head." He cautiously moved the young man so he could see his face. "Nope, don't know him. Do you 'Mione?"
"No."
"Check his arm for the Dark Mark. Make sure he's not a Death Eater." Mr. Weasley said from the stairs, tying his robe.
Harry nodded and pulled up the young man's sweater sleeves. The only thing on the tan skin was a simple scar down the forearm. "No Dark Mark."
"I guess we'll have to question him." Ron said.
"You'll do no such thing. Take those spells off our guest!" Mrs. Weasley said, making her way quickly down the stairs.
"Molly! Our guest? Who is he?"
"Spells!"
"Finite Incantatem." Harry quickly helped the young man up.
"This is Ralston Fannon. He's a new student at Hogwarts and will be staying with us until the beginning of term." Mrs. Weasley explained, making her way into the kitchen to begin a pot of tea.
RJ looked down at his shoes for a moment and blushed. "Hi."
"I'm Hermione Granger, this red head is Ron, that's his dad Mr. Weasley." Hermione said, pointing each one in turn.
"Mr. Weasley, thank you for letting me come and stay with your family for the summer." RJ quickly walked over to the man and shook his hand.
"You're from the States!" Ron said.
"A bit slow on the uptake, that one."
RJ turned to the dark haired boy. "I don't think I got your name."
"Harry," he said, a small smile on his face.
RJ stared into Harry's emerald orbs and blushed. He smiled shyly and made a mental note not to act too gay around everyone. He didn't want to put his secret out in the open until he was sure of their views on it. "Sorry I woke you guys up. I was just going to sleep on the couch for the night and wake you guys up with breakfast in the morning."
Mrs. Weasley smiled and pulled RJ into a hug. "I think I love you already, Ralston."
"Um... thank you, Mrs. Weasley. You can call me RJ, please."
"RJ, where are you from in the states?" Hermione asked.
RJ dislodged himself from Mrs. Weasley and made his way over to his trunk. "Yorkville, Illinois. An hours drive west of Chicago."
"Oh. I've been to Chicago. I love Navy Pier!"
"When did you go to Chicago, Hermione?" Harry asked, flopping down into the armchair by the fire.
"Last summer, remember? I went on the tour of the States with my parents. We stopped in Chicago for a few days."
"Did you see any shows?" RJ asked, a small smile on his face.
"Blue Man Group and Mamma Mia."
"Great shows!" RJ said, smiling. he turned and looked at the confused faces around him. "I guess it's a Muggle thing."
"Are you Muggle-born, too?" Hermione said, her eyes sparkling.
"No... I'm Muggle-raised. Wait. You said you're Muggle-born, Hermione?" RJ asked, a strange look in his eye.
"Yes, why?"
RJ looked over at Ron and nodded. "So that makes you the Weasel." He quickly looked over at Harry and nodded. "So you're Harry Potter. Dray said you were in the same grade."
Ron glared over at RJ. "Dray? Do you mean Draco?"
"Yeah, Draco Malfoy... oh SHIT! Darn it, sorry ma'am," RJ said, blushing. He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid. He knew that the "Golden Trio", as Draco called them, had a very difficult time with the young blonde wizard.
"It's alright."
"Mum! He can't stay here! He's one of Malfoy's goons. He's going to spy on us all summer!"
"Ronald Weasley! You will not insult our guest! He's staying with us and that is final." Mrs. Weasley said firmly, before walking into the kitchen and returning with a tray of tea. She looked over at RJ and smiled. "Now, you make sure you have a cup, Ralston. It'll help calm you down before going to bed."
RJ nodded and looked over at the fuming red-head. "Ron, I don't think you know the same Draco I do. He's changed a lot this summer, at least, that's what he's told me."
"He's still a Death Eater."
"No. He's not. I've seen his arm. Both of them. There's no mark there of any kind." RJ said, his eyes full of honesty.
"Let's drop it. Please. It's RJ's first day here and I don't want him being subjected to this." Harry said, looking between RJ and Ron. He knew that unless he spoke up this would continue for the rest of the night. He wanted to have a little chat with Ron in the morning. Harry took a quick glance over at the young man and drank him in with his eyes. The young man's body was hidden under loose garments, but Harry could tell he was as toned as a Quidditch player. When RJ looked up and caught his eye, Harry blushed and turned away.
"But-"
"No buts, Ron. Drop it." Hermione said, agreeing with Harry.
"I think that's a good idea, kids. RJ, I'm sure you're tired. It's late, so I know I am. We'll talk more tomorrow." Mr. Weasley said, standing up and yawning.
"I'll just run up and make an extra bed for you RJ. Ron, Harry, I hope you don't mind a bit more company." Mrs. Weasley said, throwing a look at Ron as she made her way up the stairs.
"Sorry, mate. I just don't really like Malfoy." Ron said, only somewhat apologetically.
"I kinda gathered that, he doesn't really like you guys either. It might just be because I'm new to the Wizarding world, but I don't quite understand his logic sometimes."
"His pureblood 'code of morals'" Hermione said, making the quotation marks in the air with her fingers and rolling her eyes.
"Pretty much."
"You're a Muggle-raised? And Draco's friends with you?" Ron asked, skeptically.
RJ nodded and smiled up at Mrs. Weasley on the balcony.
"Alright, carrots! Bed!" she said, smiling.
"Carrots?" RJ asked, looking over at Harry.
"They're all red-heads," he said, shruging. "She calls all of us kids that. It's her term of affection."
RJ smiled and nodded. "I like it. Before we go to bed, where's the bathroom?"
Harry patted RJ on the shoulder and picked his trunk up. "Up the stairs, take a right, and it's the door right in front of you. I'll put your trunk in our room."
RJ shook his head. "I don't need to use it, but I sometimes have to in the middle of the night. I just need to know where it is in case that happens," he explained.
"Oh, ok. Come on then."
RJ shrugged and walked up the stairs behind Harry. He walked into a large room and set his trunk down in front of one of the beds. "That'll be your bed," he said, walking over to a different one and climbing in.
"Thanks, Harry." RJ said, walking to his trunk and opening it. He took out a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt he bought on a trip to muggle London.
"No problem,"
RJ quickly changed into his sleep clothes and set his wand on the small bedside table before climbing into the bed.
Ron quickly turned out the lights and turned to RJ. "You said you're new to the Wizarding world. How new?"
"Since the beginning of April, so almost four months."
"And you're going to be in seventh year?" Harry asked, impressed.
"Yeah, I just passed my OWLS. I took classes constantly. But I enjoyed it." RJ said, a smile on his face.
"So are your parents staying in the States or have they moved?" Ron asked.
"My parents are dead. I'm staying with a friend of the family." RJ said, oddly flat. He sighed inwardly, knowing he hadn't exactly lied. But he just wasn't ready to tell them everything yet.
"Oh. Sorry." Ron said, sheepishly.
"It's okay, Ron. You didn't know. But it's still fresh, can we not talk about it?" RJ said, turning on his side so they couldn't see his tears.
Harry sighed, knowing a portion of the young man's pain. "What was your favorite subject?" he asked, in an effort to change the subject.
"Potions." RJ answered, immediately.
"You like that class?"
"It's alright. Snape's a right ass in that class but, other than that, it's cool" RJ said, looking over at Ron who was laughing. "What's so funny?"
"You said arse funny!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "He's from the States, you git!"
"Whatever, Ron. Get over it. But, let me ask you a question,Harry. Has Dumbledore always been a bit senile?" RJ asked, looking over at Harry.
"Yes." Harry answered, simply, a smile on his face.
"Okay, just wondering." RJ said, closing his eyes and smiling. "Good night, guys."
"Good night, RJ" Harry and Ron said, before laughing.
"This is going to be a fun summer," RJ thought to himself as he felt sleep overtake him.
Harry woke early the next day and turned on his side, taking in the sight of the brunette sleeping across from him. He knew something was going to be different about RJ, but he just couldn't tell what. Harry sighed and made his way quietly out of the bed and downstairs to the kitchen. He smiled when he saw Hermione sitting at the table with the Daily Prophet in her hand and a cup of coffee sitting next to her. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around making breakfast for everyone.
"Morning, Mione, Mrs. Weasley," he said, pouring himself a cup of the bitter brew.
"Morning, Harry. Did you sleep well last night?" Mrs Weasley asked, waving her wand at a stack of dishes that made their way to the table and began to set themselves.
"Yeah, I did," he answered, taking a seat next to Hermione and grabbing a section of the paper she had already read.
"How late did you and Ron stay up talking with RJ?" Hermione asked.
"Not very late at all. He fell asleep almost right away. Oh, and don't bring up his parents. They were killed towards the beginning of April, so he's still kinda upset about it," Harry explained quietly, taking a sip of the hot coffee.
"Gotcha, thanks for the warning. So you think he's cute?" Hermione asked, folding the paper and setting it aside, wrapping her hands around the still warm mug.
Harry blushed and looked down into his own mug. "Yeah, he's alright."
"Alright? From the way you were staring at him, you'd think he was an Adonis," Hermione laughed.
"Oh stuff it, Hermione."
"Morning, Hermione, Harry, Mrs. Weasley," RJ said, making his way into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ralston. Would you like some tea, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"I'm not much of a tea drinker, I prefer coffee myself. Is there any left?" RJ asked, streatching and taking a seat across from Hermione. He smiled up at Mrs. Weasley when she handed him mug full of coffee. He picked up the paper and slowly began to browse through it. "I have no clue why I even look at this blasted thing. I don't know half of the people they're talking about in here."
"Morning, RJ, you'll get used to it soon. Don't worry. How'd you sleep?" Hermione asked, smiling over at the young man.
"Blissfully well, surprisingly. I usually take a few days to adjust to new places. It took me almost a month to get used to sleeping in Hogwarts. The dungeons are impossibly cold," he laughed.
"Oh, so you're a Slytherin?" Harry asked, a slight disappointment in his voice.
"No, I'm still unsorted. Dumbledore thought it'd be best if I wasn't sorted until the beginning of the school year. He said something about a hat and the first years at the welcoming feast." RJ shrugged. "I have no clue what he was talking about."
"When the first years come to Hogwarts they are asked to put on the Sorting Hat which then places them into one of the four houses of Hogwarts. Gryffindor, which we're in, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." Hermione said, smiling from across the table.
"I've already read Hogwarts: A History three times, Hermione. I do know about the houses." RJ said, sarcastically.
"You... read... but... it's..." Ron stammered, shock.
"So that would make you... the second person in history to have read that book," Harry said, laughing.
"Not necessarily, Harry. There is a long process of having a book published..." Hermione started to say, her voice sounding much like Professor McGonagall's.
"I was being sarcastic, Hermione. Leave the teaching to school year, please. We're on break and I don't feel like learning, yet." Harry laughed.
"Not to bombard you with questions right away, RJ," Hermione said, rolling her eyes and ignoring Harry. "But, you said you were new to this world. Just... how new?"
RJ laughed and nodded to Hermione. "It's alright. I've been in the Wizarding world since April. And yes, I am a seventh year. I've been taking lessons since I arrived to help catch me up. I passed my OWLS with five O's and three E's."
"Congrats, RJ. You hadn't told us your scores last night." Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry." RJ blushed and looked back into his mug of coffee.
"Hermione, will you go wake Ginny for breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked, making her way out of the kitchen.
"Sure, Mrs. W." Hermione said, standing from the table.
"RJ, would you come help me in the living room for a moment?" Mrs. Weasley asked, making her way in that direction.
RJ shrugged and followed after the shorter witch. When they had made their way out of the kitchen Mrs. Weasley sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her.
"Professor Dumbledore fire called this morning. He said your aunt is worried about you."
RJ shook his head. "I'm no longer her concern. She has nothing to worry about. I will speak with Ms. Vaughn when I'm ready." He quickly calmed himself and looked over at Mrs. Weasley. "Thank you for your concern, Mrs. W."
Mrs. Weasley nodded and stood. "It's nothing, Ralston. But you know, if you ever need to talk to someone..."
"Thank you," RJ inturrupted, looking down at his hands. He felt Mrs. Weasley stand and pat him on the shoulder as she walked by. He looked up when he heard someone walking down the stairs and smiled when Hermione came into view. She smiled over at him and sat down next to him on the couch.
"We'll be in there in a minute, Gin. I wanna talk to RJ for a moment."
"Alright, but don't be to long, Ron eats like a horse." Ginny said, laughing.
"That's Ron's younger sister, Ginny. She sleeps like a rock." Hermione laughed. "She's a sixth year. Anyway, that's not why I wanted to talk to you."
"Did I do something wrong already?" RJ asked, smiling.
"No, I'm just very observant. I've caught you staring at Harry quite a bit since you got here last night." She looked over at the kitchen and dropped her voice lower. "There isn't any chance your gay is there?"
"Hermione!" RJ whispered, his face turning beet red.
"What? I'm just asking a question!"
RJ rolled his eyes and smiled. "Don't tell anyone. I don't want them to know, yet. Please, Hermione."
"Alright, I won't tell your little secret."
"Take a Wizard's Oath."
"Damn, RJ. They did teach you everything."
"Not quite, but that's what kept me in the Muggle world for so long, so I figure it really can't be broken."
"Fine."
"You can't pass on the information in any way. Got it?"
"Got it. I, Hermione Granger, swear by Wizard's Oath, not to share the information on Ralston Fannon's homosexuality. Happy now?" Hermione said, crossing her arms.
"Very. Let's go eat." RJ said, standing and holding his hand out to her.
"Men. I really don't understand them sometimes." Hermione laughed and brushed passed RJ, kissing him on the cheek as she passed.
RJ rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Why are women always so kissy faced after they find out your secrets?"
"You'll never find out." Hermione laughed.
Harry and Ron looked up from their plates when the two walked into the kitchen.
"Come on you two, eat up. From what I hear, you'll need the energy." Mrs. Weasley said, putting a plate down in front of them.
"Why's that, Mrs. Weasley?" RJ asked, looked down at the overfilled plate.
"We want to play some Quidditch today," Harry said, before taking a bite of his eggs.
"Um... I don't know how to fly, let alone play." RJ confessed.
"What! How can you not know how to play Quidditch. Didn't they teach you anything?" Ron said, his fork dropping onto his plate.
"The flying instructor was on vacation, but they said I'd learn when I got back, if I hadn't learned already."
"That's it, we're teaching you to fly." Harry said in a firm voice.
RJ's eyes widened and he looked over at Hermione for assistance. He sighed when she shook her head and went back to eating. "Fine."
Ron jumped up and started to head for the door.
"Sit!" Mrs. Weasley said, pointing to his chair. "Not until you've all eaten breakfast."
Ron grumbled under his breath and sat back down in the chair. RJ took a few more bites and shook his head.
"Fine, come on, let's go. I'm finished anyway," he laughed, rolling his eyes in Ron's direction.
"Don't hurt yourselves, dears!" Mrs. Weasley called out to their retreating backs. She turned and looked at the dishes on the table and shook her head. "Those carrots and their Quidditch." She waved her wand and cleared the table, a contented smile on her face.
Gina sat on the couch in the quiet living room, staring into the fire. She blinked and shook her head when she heard the chime for the floo. She sat up and sighed, knowing she wasn't going to like the conversation she was about to have.
"Gina. It's been a while. How's Ralston holding up?" A woman said from the flames.
"Not so good, Rose. He got mad that I hadn't told him I was his aunt before now. He stormed out and went to the Weasleys' home. I doubt I'll be hearing from him for a few weeks." Gina said.
"I told you, you should have done it earlier. But would you listen to me? Of course not. What do I know?"
"Piss off, Rose. I'm not in the mood for your 'I told you so' games." Gina rubbed her foreheand and closed her eyes.
"When are the others coming?" Rose asked.
"I think the week before RJ's birthday. I just hope we're speaking before then or he's in for one hell of a surprise."
"Make it a point to speak to him before that day. Even if you have to bring Dumbledore into it. He has to know."
"Fine. I'll talk to him the day of, if he hasn't spoken to me before. I know how this kid is, Rose. He won't talk to me until he's ready."
"Then make sure he's ready." Rose said, before pulling her head out of the fire and ending the call.
"Fuck this waiting shit. He's getting an owl." Gina said, walking over to the desk and pulling a parchment out.
Hermione sat on the grass under a tree, reading. RJ quickly flew down and flopped onto the grass next to her.
"Give me a bit guys, I'm not used to this!" he called up to them.
"Tired already?" Hermione asked, putting a bookmark in her place and setting the book next to her.
"Nah, I just wanted to watch Harry fly from the ground instead of almost falling off my broom." RJ laughed, staring up at the looping teen.
"He is an excelent flier."
"He's beautiful in the air," RJ said, never taking his eyes off Harry.
"You're so star-struck."
RJ looked over at Hermione and pushed her away. "Shut up, bitch," he laughed, smiling at her.
"You know it's true, RJ. Don't lie,"
"Yeah, but there's no way someone like that is gay. He's probably your boyfriend or something."
"Far from it, RJ."
"So he's Ron's boyfriend. I figured someone that good was already taken." RJ sighed, and picked at the grass. He looked up again when he heard Hermione snort from laughter. "What the hell was that?"
Hermione pressed her hands to her lips and calmed herself. "Sorry, if I get laughing too hard I snort."
"So I'm guessing, Harry's not Ron's boyfriend, either. Please don't tell me he's Draco's... that'd be too fucked up." RJ laughed.
"No... RJ, Harry's single."
RJ bit his lip and thought for a minute. "No, Hermione, I couldn't. I won't."
"What are you talking about, RJ?"
"I can't get into a relationship. I won't. Not with him."
"And what's wrong with Harry?" Hermione asked, suddenly becoming defensive. "It's because of Malfoy isn't it? That filthy little cockcoach! I'm so sick of his little games. You know, RJ, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I thought that maybe you wouldn't be like Malfoy. But all I can see is another little one of his little goonies." Hermione said, standing and making her way to the house. She whirled around and glared at RJ. "You're lucky you made me take a Wizarding Oath, or the whole world would know your secret."
RJ jumped up and tackled Hermione to the ground in one quick leap.
"GET OFF ME!"
"Hermione! Please! Quiet. You're totally wrong. I like Harry, a lot. Please stop struggling."
"Fine!" Hermione said, trying to get out from under RJ.
RJ rolled off of her and sat back down under the tree. "Please, Hermione. At least listen to me. I think you owe me that much for going off on me like that," he said.
"You'd better start talking, RJ. I'm not in the mood." Hermione said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I've known Harry for how long, Hermione? A day, if that? I don't want to rush into anything. From what I can see Harry's an awesome guy, but I want to be friends first, not boyfriends."
Hermione sighed and sat back down on the ground. "I guess I can understand that reasoning." She glanced cautiously at him. "You should have just said that from the beginning instead of being so damn vague."
"So am I still a little goonie?" RJ's face looked completely serious.
"The jury is still out on that question." Hermione laughed. "You're not a goonie as long as you forgive me for my little outburst."
"You're forgiven." RJ leaned over and hugged his new friend. "I really think that you need to get to know the real Draco, not that spoiled brat deatheater facade you've seen for the past six years."
"I'll try and keep my mudblood mind open." She smirked at him. "But I'll skin him alive if he hurts any of us."
"I don't know what's scarier." RJ shivered at her words. "Hearing you say that or knowing that you would do it."
"Be afriad, be very, very afraid." Mione giggled as she launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground.
Harry landed his broom next to the two and stood above them, laughing.
RJ reached out and grabbed Harry's ankle, pulling him to the ground. "And what are you laughing at, Potter?"
Hermione pounced on Harry and started tickling his sides. "Here's something to laugh at!"
RJ sat on Harry's legs and held his arms down as Hermione tickled him, laughing. Harry managed to catch enough breath to call for help from Ron. Within minutes Hermione was pinned under Ron, squirming to get away from his tickle attatck. Harry laughed over at them and turned to his own attacker. Their eyes met and RJ quickly mumbled an apology and released him. Harry quickly turned away and blushed, feeling a wave of happiness wash over at him.
RJ looked up as he saw a large owl flying towards him. He rolled his eyes and sighed, holding his arm out for the bird. "Damn, I'm suprised she made it this long," he said, under his breath.
"Who?" Hermione asked, trying to catch her breath.
"Coach Vaughn."
"Wait, who's that?" Harry asked, sounding confused.
"She's the woman who brought me here. My guardian, unfortunately." RJ explained.
"Shit, RJ. It's a howler. You better open it quick, they get worse the longer you wait." Ron said, watching RJ untie the letter from the owl's leg.
"Figures, she'd love mail like that." RJ rolled his eyes and sent the bird off, slowly tearing open the letter.
"RALSTON JEREMIAH I HAVE GIVEN YOU MORE THAN ENOUGH TIME TO COME TO TERMS WITH THE SITUATION, AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN HAD THE DECENCY TO SEND ME AN OWL!" Gina's voice was amplified a million times over, causing a few birds in the far off wood to screech and fly from their nests. "IT IS COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE THAT YOU FEEL HURT AND BETRAYED, BUT DON'T THINK FOR ONE MINUTE I DIDN'T WANT TO SHARE WHAT I KNEW. I WAS BOUND BY MAGIC FAR STRONGER THAN ANY WIZARD'S OATH! I'VE GIVEN UP MY LIFE TO PROTECT YOU, AND HOW DO YOU REPAY THAT? YOU WALK OUT ON ME, YOU DIRTY LITTLE BASTARD! I EXPECT A RESPONSE FROM YOU AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, OTHERWISE I SHALL BE FORCED TO MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT THE WEASELYS!
"Mate, you better send her an owl, and soon!" Ron breathed out in awe. "She's scarier than when Mione hit Malfoy!"
"I LOVE YOU RJ, YOU'RE MY NEPHEW, BUT DON'T THINK I WON'T BUST YOUR ASS INTO A THOUSAND PIECES IF YOU CONTINUE TO DISREPSECT ME. YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE A SPOILED LITTLE BRAT." The four friends could hear the breath that Gina took. "DRACO WANTED ME TO TELL YOU THAT HE SAID HELLO, AND YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER HAVE BEEN ASKING ABOUT YOU. I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON! I LOVE YOU, ALL OF YOUR FAMILY DOES...PEANUT."
The howler burst into a huge explosion of fireworks that shimmered and spelled out the word "Gina" in cursive.
"Peanut?" Hermione tried not to giggle.
"She's your aunt?" Harry asked.
"DRACO?" RJ almost growled.
"Ronald... wait... did she say brother and sister?" Hermione turned and looked at RJ, who's face was ashen.
"I can't believe she'd say all that." He laughed for a moment, then shook his head. "Nevermind, yeah I can. Damn she called me out."
"Yeah she did," Ron laughed.
RJ sighed and layed back on the grass, staring up into the tree above him. "Alright, Gina used to be my babysitter when I was a Muggle. I basically grew up with her. Then she became one of the swim coaches for the school when I entered high school. Then she brought me here and told me she was my aunt. Peanut is a nickname she gave me years ago. Don't ask where it came from, I don't know. Draco is my friend Ron, and I'm sorry that it annoys you, but I can't help it. And yeah Hermione, she did say brother and sister. I guess I've got siblings, not that I want to see them."
"Shit, if I had siblings I'd want to see 'em." Harry laughed.
"No, you really don't," Ron said, shaking his head.
"RJ, you'd better go inside and owl your Aunt. As much as I'd love to meet her, I know it'd be tramatic on you."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Mione. Maybe I can get her to leave me alone for the rest of the summer, if I promise to keep in contact."
Hermione laughed. "I doubt she'd let you off that easy, Peanut. Sorry."
"I hate you both," RJ said, laughing as he walked towards the burrow.
A/N: Some mysteries are solved, but others revealed. Who's the lady in the flames? When are Harry and RJ going to get together? Is RJ ever going to forgive Gina for lying to him?
Gina: The little maggot better!
LGB: Gina! Out! My author's notes!
Gina: You can push me out now, Gavin. But not forever!
LGB: Sorry about that folks. She's quite a handful sometimes (Gina in background: I heard that!) HUSH! Anyway, I sincerely hope you're enjoying this story. Please Read and Review! I love hearing from my readers. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you hate. Join my Yahoo! Group! :-D Peace- LGB