(A/N – And here it is, chapter 16. I had a lot of fun writing this one too. It's kind of cute. So enjoy!)

Chapter 16 – Can I Have Your Autograph? – Harry'sPOV

When the train arrived at Kings Cross at ten thirty that night, my heart was pounding. I was excited to be returning home.

I quickly changed into muggle clothes, grabbed Headwig and my bag (I didn't need a trunk as I was only leaving school for two weeks) and followed Hermione off the train.

Once off the train, Hermione turned to Harry. She seemed to have tears in her eyes.

"Are you ok?" I asked quickly.

She wiped her eyes and replied, "Of course. I'm just… Er …excited to be going home. I've got to go; my parents can't get onto the platform. I'll see you New Year's, ok?"

I nodded and she pushed up onto her toes to kiss me lightly. I put my hand lightly on her face and held her lips against mine. "I'll miss you," I whispered into her ear.

"I love you," she whispered back.

"Love you, too," I replied, and she kissed me once more and disappeared through the barrier.

There was something strange going on with her. I'd talk to her about it at New Year's.

I scanned the crowd for my parents and found them sitting on a bench against the wall, near the barrier. I dodged my way through the crowded platform to where they were seated.

"Harry!" My mum jumped up from the bench and nearly squeezed the air out of me with her hug. Dad stood and hugged me too.

"Have a good term, Harry?" he asked.

I nodded. "Glad to be coming home, though."

Mum beamed. "We're definitely glad to have you home," she said. "We've got some news, but it will wait till we get home," she said, sounding excited.

"Excuse me?" I felt a small tug at my shirt. I looked down to see a small girl of about eight with long, black curls, holding a piece of parchment and a quill. "Are you Harry Potter?"

I knelt down on one knee so I was at her level and said, "Yes, I am. Call me Harry. Can I help you?"

The little girl smiled. "Can you sign this, please?" She held out her quill and parchment.

"Oh… I don't really do autographs…" I said. The little girl's face fell. "Oh, I supposed I could, just this once." I took her parchment and quill. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Brenna Zabini," the little girl replied proudly.

"Is it really? Do you happen to know someone called Blaise?" I asked, resting her parchment against my knee and writing a little note before signing it.

"Yes!" Brenna said excitedly. "He's my favorite cousin." But then her expression became serious. "His daddy is mad at my family. He won't talk to my father; his brother." The girl looked as if this worried her a fair bit. "That's why I'm here… My mum and dad wanted to make sure Blaise is ok. He hasn't written to us, and we heard that Uncle Ashton was mad at him, too."

"You know what?" I asked, handing her the signed parchment and quill. "I'm very glad I met you today. Your cousin is just fine. He should be on the platform somewhere."

"Brenna?" I heard Blaise say from behind me.

"Blaise!" the little girl shrieked, throwing herself into the older boy's arms.

"What are you doing here?" Blaise asked, putting his cousin back down on the ground.

"Mum and Dad are so worried about you. You didn't owl us once!"

"Oh… The heard about my summer, did they?" Brenna nodded. "Well, I'm just fine, see?" he said, smiling.

"Ok… Look what I have!" she said, thrusting the signed parchment into his hands. Blaise scanned it and looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.

I flushed. "She looked so sad when I said no…"

Blaise laughed. "Where are your parents?" he asked Brenna, handing the signed parchment back to her.

"Looking for you," she replied.

Blaise stood up on his toes but could not see over the crowd. "I can't see."

"Ooh, let me!" Brenna cried. Blaise laughed and lifted the small girl easily onto his shoulders. "I see them," she said. "Mum! Over here," she called, waving her arms.

A tall, dark haired man and a mid-height brunette woman weaved their way through the crowd towards us.

"Blaise, you're alright!" said the brunette woman, taking Blaise in a hug.

"You didn't owl," said the tall men, hugging Blaise in turn.

"I'm sorry," Blaise said sheepishly. "I didn't think you would have heard."

"We're just glad you're ok," said the man, patting Blaise on the back.

"Look what I got, Daddy," Brenna piped up. She handed the parchment to her father.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

Brenna pointed to me. "Harry gave it to me."

The man looked up at me. I extended my hand. "Harry Potter," I said.

He shook my hand. "It's an honor."

"Oh, please…" I said.

The man laughed. "Yes, I suppose you get that all the time. I'm Cavan Zabini."

At this point Rom found us on the platform. "I've been looking everywhere for you," he said to Blaise.

Blaise smiled at the sight of his boyfriend. "This is my Uncle Cavan, my Aunt Joli, and my cousin Brenna," he introduced them to Ron.

There was a nervous look between Ron and Blaise before Blaise said, "This is Ron Weasley, my…boyfriend."

"Oh…" said Cavan.

"Good for you," said Joli, patting Blaise's shoulder. Cavan shook Ron's hand and Ron smiled nervously.

"Well, I promise to owl you more often," Blaise said. "And thanks for coming all the way down here to check on me, I really appreciate it."

They said their goodbyes, and Blaise gave Brenna one last hug. "Promise to owl me lots?" she asked.

"I promise," Blaise replied. "Every chance I get, ok?"

"Ok," Brenna replied happily.

"Maybe I'll see you again some time during Christmas."

"Ok. Bye, Blaise. Bye, Harry!" I smiled and waved.

"Bye, Brenna."

Joli picked up her daughter and the family apparated off the platform.

I turned and walked back to where my parents were standing, leaving Blaise and Ron alone.

"Who were they?" Mum asked.

"They're relatives of my friend Blaise." I replied.

"Lily?" Molly Weasley walked up to my mum, looking cheerful.

"Hello, Molly," Mum said happily.

"Hey, Molly," said Dad.

"Hello, James. How are the two of you?" Molly asked.

"We're lovely, Molly, and yourself?" Dad asked.

"I'm quite well, thank you."

I went back to stand with Ron and Blaise.

"How do you like your new freedom?" I asked, referring to the absence of Hermione's binding spell.

Ron shrugged. "I didn't mind."

Blaise laughed. "At least now I know he's not just putting up with me because he has to."

I laughed as Ron elbowed his boyfriend in he ribs. "Oy!" he said.

Blaise, still laughing, leaned over and whispered something into Ron's ear. Ron rolled his eyes.

"You know what?" Ron said defiantly. "No chocolate or whipped cream for you until you stop doing that to me in public!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, please," I groaned.

"Are you ready to go, Harry?" Mum asked from behind me.

"Yep," I said to her. "See you New Year's?" I asked Ron and Blaise.

"We'll be there," said Ron.

We said our goodbyes and Ron, Blaise and Molly disappeared through the barrier.

Mum and Dad each took one of my arms and, with a count to three, disapparated to Godric's Hollow.

(A/N – So, I've got a few new things going here. Something is wrong with Hermione (be prepared to cry when that gets cleared up), and Blaise actually has family that's not Voldie-Crazy. We'll see where that goes.

So I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review!)