Thanks for all the encouraging reviews, they are really exciting and I will try hard to update as fast as I can. I'm listening to the advice being sent, and the dialog will be more developed. Please tell everyone you can about my fic, this is my first real effort at a great story. So a few questions.

Serious relationships including M rated scenes for Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione?

Reveal R.A.B sooner or earlier?

Heavy Action or Heavy Romance?

And most importantly, are we going back to Hogwarts?

Chapter 2- A Wedding Celebration

Harry stared transfixed at the glittering snake, until Lupin spoke.

"What's that? That wasn't in the pile, was it Tonks? Wait, Harry, don't it could be-"

But Harry had thrown the Horcrux to the floor and slammed his right heel down on it as hard as he could, crushing the tiny pendant. There was nothing, no explosion, no apparent reaction to it's destruction. Harry wondered if it really was a Horcru, but he had no doubts when he saw the shards dissolve and scour as though blown be a heavy wind.

Lupin was the first to speak. "Harry, what was that thing?"

"No idea," Harry lied, "but it didn't seem to be dangerous. So what's for dinner?" Asked Harry, completely changing the topic.

"Erm, it's Bill and Fleur's rehearsal dinner tonight, love." said a flustered Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, okay, in that case, could Ron, Hermione and I go out back to... play some Quidditch?" Mrs. Weasley eyed him suspiciously, and then consented.

Harry rushed outside with Ron and Hermione in his wake. When he was certain he was out of the house's earshot, he turned towards his two friends. Ron swallowed, then asked, "Harry was that a- a-"

"Horcrux."

"And someone sent it to you?"

"Not just anyone." Harry explained as he thrust the letter to Hermione.

"R.A.B... Who is R.A.B?"

"A friend, by the looks of it." Said Harry.

"Right, just 'cause some bloke you don't know sends you something of Lord Voldemort's he's suddenly okay! How do you even know that was a real Horcrux?"

"Ron, I could feel it. Trust me on this one."

Hermione seemed to be completely disinterested in whether R.A.B was on their side or not. She was staring at the message he left, murmuring under her breath. "The Island of Bannat...What? I've never heard of and Island of Bannat..." It was Harry broke her reverie.

"Well, that'll have to wait, we've got a bigger problem on our hands, don't we?"

"What" Chorused Ron and Hermione.

"How the bloody hell are we going to tame my hair tomorrow?"

R.A.B

The wedding turned out to be one of the happiest days of Harry's life. The party assembled in the Weasley's garderm, and surprisingly, there was plenty of room. Bill and his best man Charlie stood at the makeshift altar Bill's scars had healed enough to give him a very striking impression of a warrior who had seen many battles. Fleur, unsurprisingly, looked stunningly beautiful, silvery hair perfectly accented by Auntie Muriel's tiara, her snow-white gown making her look like some sort of supernatural vision. Yet Harry didn't have any eyes for her. Harry could only see the red haired bridesmaid following in her wake. Inside, a battle raged in his head.

It would put her in danger!

She's already in danger, isn't everyone now?

But she would get targeted!

What, kidnapped from Hogwarts? Yeah right.

Hogwarts was infiltrated once, it could happen again.

That was a fluke, now the security will be even tighter.

She'll want to go with you.

...Well, I'll deal with that when it comes.

Harry was interrupted from his argument when he spotted a boy surveying the scene from a window in the Burrow. Harry recognized him at once as the boy in his dreams. Hoping he didn't disturb the wedding, or draw too much attention to himself, we edged towards the Burrow, mumbling what sounded like "Bathroom" to Ron and Hermione. When he made it inside, he was met with an empty kitchen. Then suddenly, he saw the tip of a cloak slipping through the front door. He silently bolted after it and caught up with his observer. "Stop!" commanded Harry, drawing his wand, and to Harry's surprise, the young man did, visibly dropping his wand and turning with his hands raised. Strangely enough, he was smiling.

"Greetings. Name's Ayden Winter." Said the intruder as jovially as if he were introducing himself at a party. Harry was about to ask who the hell he was, but swallowed it, realizing he had already been told his name. "Why are you here?" Was the best he could manage.

"I'm here on behalf of the Knights of the Lion. We are sworn into war against the heir of Slytherin, and as you are currently his greatest enemy, you are also our greatest ally. Here you go." Winter handed a rolled up piece of parchment to a dumbfounded Harry.

"That should take you to the Island of Bannat when you're ready. (the what?) Oh, and by the way, just so you don't do anything incredibly stupid, let me tell you something that I've noticed over the last couple days. If you think that you're doing you or the redhead any favors by being all stoic and noble, you're full of shit."

"What- no I can't-"

"- When you push the ones you love away from you, it's like throwing away your most powerful weapons. Voldemort will already know how you feel about people, maybe even better than you do. The safest place they can be is near you."

"you don't even-"

But whatever it was the blond youth didn't even do would go unsaid, for at that moment, the boy apparated with a ringing crack. Shit, I hope they didn't hear that. Harry hurried back to see the broom kissing the bride. Harry easily sneaked back to his seat as Bill and Fleur processed back down the aisle. Who the hell was that? And what is the Order of the Lion? The kid seems okay though. He's got to be more important than he looks, though, if I'm having visions of him. But he's definitely not some sort of new Dumbledore. But I think he was right about one thing.

Harry started walking towards Ginny. While Harry had been pondering the rapid succession of events that had just occurred, the field of chairs had become a reception dance floor. Mrs. Weasley, although having been quite a micro-manager, had definitely done a great job with the whole affair. Harry passed Ron and Hermione, who (having been socially lubricated with some drinks from the font bar,) were intertwined with each other, flirting and whispering sweet nothings in between kissing. Harry could hear Hermione sighing, "Oh, I hope everything's just as wonderful when we--"

"When we what!" asked Ron, aghast.

"Oh, never mind!" snapped a surly Hermione.

Harry stopped. He had temporarily lost the ability to breathe, he was certain of it. Ginny was looking radiant, gleefully dancing with her eldest brother and looking overwhelmingly happy for him. When the song ended, Harry, still not quite sure that he was taking in appropriate amounts of oxygen, caught her eye, and began to speak.

"Erm- Ginny, I um, was wondering if you..." Ginny had a grin slowly working on her face.

".. You want to dance? And maybe... forget we uh- ever broke up?" Ginny flung herself at him, locking them in a fiery kiss. After what seemed like too long for the Weasely family to not notice them, they broke off. "What broke your steely resolve?" teased a pleased Ginny. "I got some advice from a friend."