Expect a shock!... anD Jenna, your gonna like one part of this chapter... or rather the implications...

The Burrow... Chapter Eighteen

The next afternoon, Harry as Patrick and Hermione apparated to the Burrow, 'Patrick' toting the cake.

"Oy, Gred, look who's walking up" George inquired of his twin.

"Wow, Forge, she hasn't come around in ages, since she was a wee little Hogwarts brat."

"Just like we were so long ago" George emphasized dramatically.

"Hermione laughed, not hearing George"Weren't you Hogwarts brats as well"

"Why yes! Of course we were" Fred replied cheekily.

Hermione smiled"How have you been? How's the shop"

"Fantastic! I'm fantastic" Fred answered.

"Bloody fantastic would be a better way to describe ourselves and the shop wouldn't you agree, Fred" George asked his twin.

"That sure sums it up. So who is this fellow standing so quietly behind you, Hermione" Fred inquired.

"Oh, sorry, this is Patrick."

"So your the bloke dating the most brilliant student of her generation. You must be ruddy smart."

"I get by, Gred or is it Forge" Harry asked.

"Patrick, it's Fred and George" Hermione answered.

"Who is who" He asked puzzled.

"Well, I"m Fred."

"I'm George."

The twins answered at the same time.

"Oh, I can tell, your voices are slightly different. Your Fred and Your George."

"How can you tell" Ron asked coming from behind the twins"It's taken me my whole life to decipher these bloody psychos."

"Thank you dear baby brother."

"Welcome to the Burrow, Patrick" Ron greeted, shaking Harry as Patrick's hand.

"Thanks, so there's six of you"

"Six, we actually consider family, our third brother though..." started George.

"He's a bloody arsehole, stuck up prat" finished Fred.

"Hermione Granger, wow, long time, how are you" Bill Weasley greeted enthusiastically, then to his brothers, he asked"Who's the bloke"

"I'm Patrick" Harry answered the question.

"Patrick? I have no idea who you are."

"Bilius, my dear elder brother, do you read the papers" inquired Gred or Forge.

"Yeah, why? Should I recognize him from anywhere"

"Do you remember the Prophet and Quidditich Weekly about a month ago"

"Oh yeah, your the mystery bloke."

"Guilty as charged" Harry replied as Patrick, which cause Hermione to smirk and chortle.

"Now, that's a good one."

"What is, Hermione" inquired the Weasley brothers.

"Oh... nothing, just something I once read."

"O.. k..a..y."

"Hermione, if you want to bring that inside, go ahead. Boys, time to set up the tables. Patrick, would you like to help" inquired Charlie, who came out just before the introduction of Hermione 'beau,' or so they think.

'Patrick,' or in reality Harry kissed Hermione before she went into the Burrow.

"Ah" the Weasley brothers mocked.

"You must still be in the honeymoon phase."

"They've been together... what is it, Patrick, five months" Ron asked.

"Yeah, though, I was gone all of July."

"Haven't all of your relationships only lasted the honeymoon period, Bill" Teased Charlie.

"What about you, Charles? When was your last date.. let alone relationship" Bill fired back.

"Well... actually..."

"Actually what" Bill shot back.

"I'm... um..."

"What"

"Urg.. um... married."

"Since, when"

"Last November."

"And you haven't told your family, why"

"Because, Mum will freak... I didn't tell her, so I'm waiting for the baby to be born, to ease the news."

"When is my future nephew or niece due" asked George.

"This month."

"How long did you date this woman, Charlie" asked Bill.

"Five years."

"Wow"

"I guess it is possible to keep secrets in this family... well, if you live in Romania, anyway" Fred said shocked it was possible.

"Shall we set up the tables" Charlie asked, to deflect the subject, just incase they were overheard.

"Who get to spar the tables, this month" asked Fred.

"How about Ron and his best friend's boyfriend" suggested George.

So, without question Ron and Harry as Patrick made the tables smash to bits together and fly a prat, before repairing them when Mister Weasley came out to tell them to"Quick fix the tables before your Mother comes out"

The boys, now men fixed the tables, put out chairs, benches and a highchair, for Eddie, who was happily playing with Hermione, whom was carrying out the toddler.

"See, I told you, he doesn't always sleep" Ron jested.

"Ron, I think he needs a diaper change, whew"

"Come here, little fellow, lets go change your diaper." Eddie smiled and made noises as his Daddy took him from Hermione.

Just as Ron was bringing Edward back outside, Ginny flooed in, and Molly and Arthur started to levitate food and such outside, the Weasley boys helping to set the table.

Hermione and Harry as Patrick standing to the side, when a person with a crew cut came outside.

Everyone sat down, Eddie at the head of the table, by his Father and Grandmother, Arthur next to Molly, then George, Bill and Ginny. Across the table from her was Fred, whom sat next to Charlie, who was next to 'Patrick' and Hermione, whom sat next to Ron.

While the food was being passed around, Ron directed to Harry"Patrick, have you been introduced to everyone, yet" as Ron dished out a spoonful of mashed potatoes to Eddie.

"No, not yet, Ron" Harry replied in his Patrick voice.

"These are my parents, Molly and Arthur. You already met George and Bill, right"

"Yeah, nice to meet you Arthur and Molly."

"At the end is my.. uh.. sister Ginny, and you already met Fred and Charlie, right"

"Yes, nice to meet you... Ginny." Ginny just nodded.

Hermione did a double take, looking at Ginny, who is the person with the crew cut, then back at Ron, then back at the youngest Weasley, before turning back to Ron with a questioning look, 'like is that really your baby sister?' Ron nodded.

Harry stared at his food, taking periodic bites, before the next question was shot at him.

"Patrick, did you know Hermione was a werewolf before the papers said so" inquired Mrs. Weasley.

"Yeah, I knew" Harry replied cooly in an Irish accent.

"How long did you know" Molly followed up.

"Since our second or third date" He shrugged.

"And it didn't frighten you off"

"Why should it. She had a safe place to go to transform, she took wolfsbane potion. What should I have been afraid of"

"Her attacking you, being bitten"

"Mrs. Weasley, Did Remus ever attack you or anyone during his transformations while at Grimmauld" Hermione enquired extremely calm, though internally she was boiling with anger.

Harry could sense this, as could Ron, in result both put a hand on her shoulder nearest to them, just incase they needed to hold her back.

"No, but there's always the possibility."

"What possibility? When he was curled up somewhere as a harmless wolf. Why would he attack you or anyone then"

"I don't know, but..."

"But you don't know, except you know and let your prejudices blind you."

In an attempt to change the flow of conversation to hopefully less angry topics, Mister Weasley asked a question"Patrick, where did you go to school"

"Durmstrang" Harry replied nonchalantly in the Patrick accent.

Many of the Weasley's recoiled or choked in disgust.

"When did you go there... which years" asked Charlie.

"The same years Hermione and Ron went to Hogwarts, why"

"Just curious. So, your the same age as Ron and Hermione, then"

"Yes, a little over a month older then Hermione."

"Your birthday is in August, then" Patrick nodded in the affirmative to the man sitting next to him.

"Why the sudden interest in Durmstrang, Charlie" Bill inquired.

"A fair few of my colleagues went there... All they reveal is that it is bitterly cold there for much of the time. Do you concur, Patrick"

"Uh... Yes, it is extremely cold."

"How did you end up at Durmstrang, if your Irish, Patrick"

"I'm half-Irish, half-Bulgarian. My Mum, who was Irish, went to Durmstrang on the advice of her German Uncle, whom went there, My mother was the first witch or wizard in the family."

"Then how do you get the German uncle" asked a puzzled Fred.

"He would be my great-Uncle, he was married to my great-Aunt, whom was my grandmothers sister."

"Ah" Fred understood"Your parents met at Durmstrang then"

"Yes."

"How did your father end up at Durmstrang then" inquired George.

"His family has gone there for generations, he kind of broke the pure line with me though... the family forgave him and ended up priding the marriage, or so I've been told by my Aunt."

"Why not by your parents?" asked a puzzled Bill.

"My parents died while I was still in school, fourth year."

"I thought it was fifth..." Ron put in.

"Well, just after fourth year, while I was staying with my cousin and his family, it was excellent to see him again, because he was off to a tournament my entire fourth year, his seventh. It was wretched though. He lost to some Hogwarts fellows. I took his spot on the Quidditich team, with his absence, he couldn't really play on the school team anyway, still being in school, but also on the national team."

"So, whom did you root for in the World Cup, that year, being half Irish, half Bulgarian, must have been conflicted" inquired Fred.

"Well, it ended perfectly, Ireland won and my cousin caught the snitch."

"Your cousin is Viktor Krum... " George asked, his jaw dropping.

"Yes."

"Hermione, did you know he was Krum's cousin, when you started dating"

"I had no idea till Viktor came to town."

"When I met, Patrick" inquired Ron.

"Uh, hmm" she replied through a bite of food, mouth closed.

"Did you know that this was the Her-my-own-ninny, that your cousin took to the ball, your fourth year" Inquired a jesting Fred.

"I had no idea, people can have the same name, right"

"Come on, Patrick, how many people have the name, Hermione" Asked Bill.

"I don't know."

"It's certainly not a common name" added George.

"Are you implying I set out to find, Hermione"

"Noooo."

"You are, why"

"Because there being a bunch of arseholes! What is wrong with you" Ron asked of the majority of his family.

"You've known Hermione since she was eleven, well Bill and Charlie, thirteen, but. Your acting so wrong, You never treated Luna or Odd like this... or Harry, you'd never dare treat him and any girlfriend he might have had, so disgracefully, why Hermione and Patrick"

Then he turned to the woman next to him and said"I think it would be best if you went home, I'm sorry." Ron along with his son walked Hermione and Patrick to a safe distance.

"Again, I'm sorry" Ron directed at the couple, hugging his best friend, good bye and shaking Patrick, or in reality Harry's hand.

After his friend and her boyfriend departed, Ron laid the now sleeping Edward down in the house, with a baby monitor charm on him and burst out to confront his family.

Ron rounded on them, the majority of them shaming him. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" He roared at his family"ESPECIALLY YOU MOTHER" His family went dead silent. "Harry's dead in the sea somewhere with the help OF YOUR SON" He looked at his parents"OUR BROTHER" He looked to his siblings"He was one of my best friends, AND MY OTHER BEST FRIEND COMES TO VISIT. LIKE SO MANY TIMES DURING HER, HARRY'S AND MY HOGWARTS YEARS. YOU WERE NEVER LIKE THIS THEN, AND IF YOU WERE, YOU NEVER SHOWED IT! WHO CARES IF HERMIONE WAS A WEREWOLF. IT'S OVER AND DONE WITH, THE PAST! AND THE WAY YOU TREATED PATRICK, SOMEONE YOU'VE NEVER BEFORE MET! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A BAD GUY, HE DEFINITELY IS A GENUINELY NICE FELLOW. WHY WOULD YOU, ANY OF YOU TREAT HIM SO RUDELY? SO CRUELY? I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHERE THESE SIDES OF ALL OF YOU CAME FROM"

"Um... Ron, sorry to interrupt your ranting, but I have a show to get to, bye everyone" Ginny said, before dashing into the house to floo out of there.

"Yeah, go. I'm leaving as well, Charlie, good luck" and Ron went into the house and gathered up Eddie and his things and flooed home.

Hermione's house, a little bit after they arrived home from the Burrow. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and practically dragged her downstairs into her former safe room, shut the door and put up charms with his Durmstrangesqe wand.

"Hermione, was that a dream"

"I would only hope."

"It wasn't was it"

"No, sadly, that was the real Weasley family... I guess."

"If I'm ever myself again... I'm going to give them a piece of my mind."

"Harry, you can't, they... no one can know. Do you realize how much trouble, you, Viktor and I would be in if anyone ever found out, harboring an escaped convict."

Harry smiled brilliantly and hugged her"From you that sounds lovely, dazzling coming from your lips."

"Are you trying to flatter me"

"Am I succeeding"

"Yes, yes you are."

"Good."

"..."

The next morning, Harry came down at around ten, to find Hermione sitting at the table with toast and a newspaper.

"Good morning" He greeted cheerfully.

"Would you like a cup of tea"

"Are you making it"

"Who else is going to" He asked back as he filled the tea kettle with water and put it on the stove, and turned on the burner, before sitting down across from Hermione.

"Toast" She asked presenting the plate of toast.

"Thank you."

"Oh, Patrick (Me the author almost slipped and wrote Harry when I first wrote this part... in like early January), my parents can fit you in tomorrow, at eleven. You can have a full mouth of teeth again."

"Splendid... are they going to hurt me"

"Why"

"Cause... I'm dating their daughter."

"Let's hope they use an anesthesia."

"What's that "

"Gas to numb the pain... or put you to sleep."

"OH, so that what that is... uh... I've never been to a dentist... ever."

"Never"

"Never."

"Um.. good luck."

"That's it... that's all the advice the daughter of two dentists has for me"

"Uh, wear comfortable clothes... expect a lot of pain."

"Like more then growing back an arm"

"Not sure. I for one have never experienced re-growing an arm."

Suffice to say, the next day Harry once again had a full set of teeth.

AN: This will most likely be the chapter for the week, because i have 2 papers due thursday, one for english and the other for anthropology. I'm very angry right now... I'm in the library at 12:01 AM... yes past midnight... i know this was my choice to be here tonight... it was that or miss my class tomorrow morning... and i can only miss 3, and i'm not sick so why waste the day! I think I may lay here on the computer desk and snooze... i need to write more of chapter 23 but it dos do well to write while angry. fuck is my word of yesterday and contining to today so far... coffee and caffiene will be my best friend tomorrow. Well now today. well i had a coffee 3 hours ago and i'm sitting in the library. classes at 8am should be banned at universites! read, review and keep doing both. hope you all liked that... hint hint, ya know what i'm talkin' 'bout. well I'm going to fill out my fafsa now... if i'm bored later i'll post more this early morn.