Author's Note: "I pledge allegience to the fact that I don't own Harry Potter. Nor the characters in which it tells, one series, under J.K. Rowling, seven-times divisible, with fanfiction and others abound."

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VI

Twins and a Father

Harry Potter felt as if he'd eaten lead for dinner. Fred and George Weasley had helped him out of his chair and, with their arms draped causually around his shoulders, showed him into the Burrow's living room. They had sat him down in an armchair and shared a sofa across from him. Both fire-headed twins were grinning madly. Harry was sure he was in for something horrible. George was the first to speak.

"Well Harry," he began, "first, you should know that we love you."

"You're our little brother's best mate," Fred mentioned.

"We gave you the Marauder's Map," George threw out.

"And we played Quidditch together for years!" exclaimed Fred.

The both of them nodded, and said simultaneously, "You're practically part of the family!"

Harry sat bewildered. He wasn't sure what any of this had to do with Ginny and him, and perhaps, he decided, he didn't want to know.

"But as you surely noticed earlier," Fred said, "We've begun to see the dangers in testing our wonderous products on ourselves."

"And we've got some newer, updated versions of U-No-Poo on their way to the shop," George smiled. Harry was beginning to connect all of what they were saying.

"Oh!" Fred exclaimed to George, "Let's not forget about that new Argentinian thing on it's way that's supposed to cause a weaker, sillier version of the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Wouldn't it be absolutely dreadful if it happened to be the real deal?" George grinned. Harry was certain that the look of fear on his face couldn't be any more obvious.

"Judging by that goofy look you're giving us," George continued, "You follow what we're trying to say." Harry nodded slowly.

"We've always thought you were a damn good chap, Harry," Fred mentioned, "Always will."

"And we're absolutely certain," George had placed extra emphasis on that last word, "That you won't hurt our dear little sister--that's our job," he winked.

"But just in case," Fred began, "let's take a moment to think about just how awful it would be if you had eternally become some ghastly shade of blue," he was smiling ear-to-ear. Then he and George stood up and patted Harry good and hard on the back.

"Great talk, Harry," George said happily.

"Yes, you're a great sport," Fred agreed, "Be sure to take good care of Ginny!" And with that they both returned to the kitchen. Harry simply sat in his armchair with a solemn look on his face. A few moments later, Ginny entered and sat beside him on the arm.

"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked.

Harry shook his head, as though out of disbelief at what he'd just sat through, "I do believe that I'm frightened out my mind." He looked at Ginny and smiled.

"Oh, come off it," she said and she bent down to kiss him, "They're just obnoxious pranksters, is all." She nudged him and laughed, "Besides, you're the one with a Hungarian Horntail tatooed on your chest."

"Oh yes, brave and all that," Harry laughed. He felt Ginny's soft face with his fingers, and drew her toward him for a long passionate kiss. He was so lucky. Lucky to have gotten her back. Lucky to have not been the victim of a well-trained bat-bogey hex. With his mind's eye, Harry imagined the beauty in front of him, with whom he was sharing perhaps the sweetest kiss in all of history.

"Ahem," came a voice from the doorway.

It was Mr. Weasley. Upon noticing this, Harry and Ginny parted quicker than a snitch and its case. Both of them were blushing severely, Ginny's red face clashing with her auburn hair.

"S-sorry...Mr. Weasley" Harry had managed.

"Quite alright," Mr. Weasley said, taking a seat in the same sofa the twins had vacated minutes ago, "Quite alright. And how many times have I told you, Harry? Call me Arthur."

"Sorry, Arthur," Harry frowned. It was odd calling his girlfriend's father by his first name, it felt odd and foreign on Harry's tongue.

"As I said..." Mr. Weasley trailed off, "Ah, regardless. Now down to business." Harry and Ginny exchanged slightly frightened glances, "I trust the both of you with my life, so don't do anything foolish. Now," he turned his attention toward Harry, "I understand my brash twin boys have already spoken with you, however, I just want you to know that I love my little girl very, very much. I couldn't bare to see her in such pain again. Do you know what I mean, Harry?"

"T-that should I hurt her I'll find myself hexed to a decade from now?" Harry answered. Mr. Weasley got a big grin on his face and said thoughtfully:

"Well, in this day and age it might not be surprising if the news read 'Harry Potter Hexed To Oblivion By Rampant Death Eaters.'" Mr. Weasley stood and crossed over to Harry, who took this as a cue to stand as well. They shook hands, rather firmly, Harry noticed, and Mr. Weasley left.

"You're a very good man, Harry," Mr. Weasley said as he left. Harry looked as if getting back together with Ginny had been as emotionally taxing as trying to talk to her, and there were still three brothers left! He sighed.

"You really are the first Weasley girl in centuries, aren't you?" he turned to Ginny, smiling.

She laughed, "What made you ask?" She walked over to him and pulled him into a long, tight, hug. Harry kissed the top of her head.

"You're worth it, you know?" He said playfully. She simply pulled him tighter.

"Thank you, Harry," she said softly, looking up at him, "Thank you so much."

"No way," Harry said, smiling down at her, "It's I who'm in your debt." And they kissed. After a few short minutes, Hermione and Ron entered the room.

"You're absolutely sure about this, Harry?" Hermione asked, and Ginny looked slightly hurt. Harry frowned at this.

"Of course I am," he defended himself adamantly, "Besides, I can feel something. Almost as if nothing bad could possibly happen." He squeezed Ginny's hand softly.

"Well, lately it seems as if your intuitions have been pretty accurate," Hermione conceded. Of course, she had been mentioning Harry's certainty about Malfoy the previous year, which had cost all of them someone very close.

"Hey, Harry," Ron asked, "Wasn't Dumbledore always on about love to you? The importance of it in the fight against You-Know-Who?" Harry grinned, it appeared as if Ron saw what he'd seen several nights before.

"Yeah," Harry agreed.

"I think that he'd be pleased to see the both of you together," Ron nodded.

"And what about the two of you?" Harry asked, gesturing toward Hermione and Ron. Hermione simply blushed and gazed at Ron, which Harry thought was quite unlike her. Harry laughed inwardly when he realised just how beet red Ron could get.

"S-sorry!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "I've got to go use the bathroom!" And she ran off upstairs.

"And I'll go and...wait for you!" Ron called, following after her. He glanced back at Harry and threw him a look that said, "I haven't bloody talked to her about that yet, you sod!" Harry and Ginny laughed aloud, and turned to eachother.

"Matters of the heart sure seem to make us all act so oddly," Ginny commented.

"Agreed," Harry said, "You know, we were destined to be together for this quest."

"Oh yeah?" asked Ginny, "And how do you figure that one, Mr. Potter?"

"Because otherwise," he began, "I'd've been stuck running 'round the world with the two of them, acting as though Cupid had clubbed them down with his entire quiver!" Ginny giggled and Harry laughed. The two of them then shared another marvellous kiss.

"Oh," thought Harry, "what a feeling, to be in love."

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Sixth chapter, up and running. My biggest regret is the size; it's about two thirds that of chapter five. :( I think perhaps staying up late to write is going to fatigue me to death, eventually. I ought to consider writing during the day. Let's take a ganger at some reviews:

Final, firesangel21, anon, young kenshin, SaSush33, metalmarc, BullDozer, Harry's Girl, shadowdragonblade, theguy, vegitarians ROCK: Thank you all so much! I'm really glad you're enjoying the story. I'm going to do my best to write new material every day and I'd also like to make each chapter much longer, obviously. Thanks for reading and I hope that you'll continue in the future :D

twiggers: No reason to be jealous! The only reason the chapters are longer and I update so quickly is that I have little life and require little sleep. As for being brilliant...all I can do is thank you. :D

Dream Phantom: I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter, it gets better, I promise.

chromatic.daydream: I think I'd like to see some of Ginny's Bat-Bogey Hex in the future. Any suggestions:D

Nytel: Your reviews are amazing. What you have to say is really boosting my confidence. You know, you were my first real criticism, which is one reason I appreciate what you have to say so much. Exactly like J.K. Rowling would've written? I am stunned. Thank you :D

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Thanks for reading again guys, and feel free to drop a few words. frowns You know, the only thing I'm really upset about right now is the length of this chapter. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find a way to compensate in the future. Thanks again, everyone. Take care :D

-Walz