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Chapter 3. The Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley had been owling daily trying to get the trio to come over prior to Bill's wedding. She kept insisting, "You can't possibly be getting enough to eat with those muggles."

So, with only two days to go before the wedding, Harry, Ron and Hermione packed their trunks and opened the floo for travel. Ron grabbed his trunk, stepped up to the fireplace, tossed down some floo powder and said "The Burrow" disappearing in a flash of green flame.

Hermione, always the polite one, turned to Aunt Petunia, "Thank you for allowing us to stay Mrs. Dursley."

"Not like I had much choice in the matter," Aunt Petunia muttered.

"I do hope we weren't too much trouble," Hermione continued.

"Actually, no," Aunt Petunia faltered.

"I also hope we've shown you that magic is not bad or freakish, just different." Hermione acted as though she hadn't heard anything Aunt Petunia said. She then picked up her trunk and Crookshanks' basket, and followed Ron.

Harry turned prior to leaving and said, "You know, Aunt Petunia, since Mum was magic and she was your sister, there's a probability of a wild strain of magic in the family. Even though Dudley never showed any signs, it's always possible that his children will be magic. If that ever happens, I hope you don't treat them the way you treated me. I also hope that you'll give them the chances I had and that you'll try to contact me when that happens. I'll try to keep an eye out, since you are, after all, family."

Dudley, upon hearing his name, came from the kitchen where he had been having a snack, to listen to what Harry had said. "You mean there may be more freaks like you in the family?" he questioned.

"It's possible. You won't know, though, until their magic appears," Harry responded. "See you." He then grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage, tossed the floo powder and left, intending never to return.

"That's not possible, is it Mum?" Dudley asked, looking skeptically at Aunt Petunia.

"No, I don't think so. Still, let's not tell your father about this." Aunt Petunia was glad that was over and they'd never see Harry or any of those freaks again.

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"There you are, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said has he stepped out of the floo. "You need a good lunch. Take your things up to Ron's room, and then come back down immediately. I need to get a few good meals into you. You're way to thin."

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." Harry responded quietly. He was used to this. Mrs. Weasley acted like he never ate anything unless she prepared it. He met Ron in the room they were to share while at the Burrow and said hello to Hedwig, who had arrived earlier that morning.

"Ginny's in the kitchen." Ron stated simply. "She's not looking too good. I hope you don't upset her too much while you're here."

"I'm looking forward to seeing her," Harry said. "I just can't let myself get too close to her until I take out Voldemort. She knows that. I told her so before we left Hogwarts."

"I know, mate," Ron responded. "It's just she's my little sister and I have to protect her."

"Sure," Harry replied glumly as they walked down the stairs.

"Did you tell them, Harry?" Hermione asked when Harry and Ron arrived in the kitchen.

"Yeah, but they weren't too happy to hear it." Harry replied.

"Tell who what?" asked Ginny.

"Aunt Petunia and Dudley that since Mum was magic, there's always the possibility that one of Dudley's children could be magical," Harry answered.

"If that happened, we would need to take the poor child away and raise it ourselves. I don't want another child to be raised by magic-hating muggles," Mrs. Weasley muttered under her breath. Then said louder, "lunch is ready, let's get you four fed."

"I read about magic traits and bloodlines in some of my research last year," Hermione said as they began eating. "Although magic pops up in only one or two members of a muggle family, it's not uncommon for magic to be reinforced and continue in a family line. I told Harry that he needed to warn Mrs. Dursley and Dudley of this in case magic reappeared in the family. I know Harry wouldn't want another child to be raised as a 'freak' like he was."

"I told them I'd keep an eye out in case it ever happened. I hope it doesn't, but like you said, it could. Lunch sure is good, Mrs. Weasley." Harry quickly changed the topic.

After lunch the four of them went out to the gardens. Ron and Hermione took the opportunity to have some time to themselves. They had not really had any 'together time' while at the Dursley's not wanting to leave Harry feeling left out.

Harry and Ginny sat on the swings quietly talking.

"I've missed you," Ginny began.

"I've missed you, too," said Harry.

"I know what you've got to do, but I still want to be with you."

"Me, too, but I can't take the chance that Voldemort will send Death Eaters after you. It's bad enough that they know you're my best mate's sister, but if they realize how important you are to me, they can hurt you just to get to me."

"I know, but it's hard."

"I'll try to keep you updated on what we're doing, but I don't want to make any promises. I've got to get this thing done first. It's what Professor Dumbledore wanted me to do."

"You're not telling me everything are you?" Ginny asked him.

"No, but there's a reason for it. You'll understand one day. I promise. I'll tell you everything when it's all over."

"Just make sure you do."

Harry kissed her gently and went back inside. Ginny stayed on the swings thinking. Something was up and she knew it. Ron and Hermione were involved. They obviously knew all about it. She had to figure it out. She decided she'd ask Hermione that night when they went to bed. Ginny decided it was time for the youngest Weasley to use her charms on entire family. Even the extended members wouldn't be left out of this hunt.

Fred and George arrived in time for dinner and were warned immediately by Mrs. Weasley, "no pranks."

"Ah, Mum," began Fred, or was it George?

"None whatsoever," Mrs. Weasley continued. "Or there'll be no dinner for you two."

"Yes, Mum," the twins said together.

Mr. Weasley arrived and began talking about his day at the Ministry.

"Dinner was" began one twin.

"Absolutely fantastic," continued the other.

"Mum," they finished together.

"Now, Harry," said Fred, taking Harry by the arm and leading the way to their old room. "George and I want to let our partner know what's going on with the shop."

"We're doing really well and have some new products we're introducing." George continued. "Some of them are being developed strictly for the war effort."

"And we want you to know about them. We want you to use whatever you need." Fred continued.

"And if we don't have it, let us know," George said.

"And we'll create it just for you." Fred finished.

"Fred, George, could you two stop whiplashing like that. My neck is starting to hurt." Harry chided.

The twins began to explain about their secrecy notes. Only the writer and the recipient could read it. Then there was the fire paper. It burned up after reading. Great for those notes you didn't want left around. They talked about their vanishing cloaks; similar to the vanishing hats they had back at Hogwarts, only now you would become invisible while wearing them. And of course, there was the polyjuice nougat. Just add a bit of hair from someone, swallow and you were that person for an hour. They also offered, just for Order members (and Harry of course), muggle contacts that would change eye-color.

"We can get these in your prescription if you want to give up your glasses." George tempted. "Let you sneak around some."

"Not much chance of that with your scar, but then there's always the new scar kit." Fred stated. "It will cover any existing scar or create a scar wherever you want one."

"Again, great for spies."

"Go anywhere,"

"Be anyone,"

"And not be noticed."

"Or found again," George ended.

"You're doing it again." Harry looked back and forth between the two of them. "You know you two are going to get me in trouble. If not with the Ministry, then with Hogwarts, or your Mum."

"We even offer a complete line of hair care products now." Fred began again.

"Change the color"

"Length"

"Style,"

"You name it."

"We can even erase the freckles off little Ronniekins," George said as Ron entered the room.

"So, this is where you got off to," Ron said. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," the twins stated together.

"What new products do you have?" Ron asked.

"Well, we've got one you're going to die to get a hold of." George said.

"Not literally, of course," Fred finished.

"It's designed for Order members who're away on a mission."

"Munchables."

"Candy that takes the place of a meal."

"For those times when you just can't stop and eat."

"Like when Hermione insists on studying through lunch or dinner?" Ron interrupted. He was getting a headache from the way the twins kept finishing each other's sentences, but at least he was used to it. After all, he grew up listening to them talk this way.

"Yeah, that'll make Hermione really happy. No more meal breaks." Harry muttered.

"If you tell her about them, I'll kill you two." Ron stated emphatically.