Cry of a Restless Soul

Summary:
Chapter Four of the First of the Legacy Chronicles. The reader is now introduced to the full meaning of the story. I won't spoil it, for that would just ruin the story entirely. I put all of my effort for about three days into this chapter. All the thought I could come up with, this chapter is the beginning of the coming plot, in my opinion. Everything is set up here, be aware of that as you continue on with this exciting tale. At least, I'd like to think it's exciting...

Chapter 4:

Revelation

The feeling of the Granger's residence was much more relaxed and slow paced than in the Dursley residence, Harry was allowed to wake up at untold hours of the day, regularly sleeping for twelve hours. He always felt refreshed for the next day and the Grangers didn't mind him devouring plates upon plates of every type of cuisine in existence. Harry also got to know more of the Granger's past, their conflict with which school Hermione should attend for example.

"The local school has always had a high reputation." Mr. Granger was saying as he helped himself to some sausages for a late breakfast. Harry, who had awoken only half-an-hour ago, couldn't have felt better. He felt energized every morning, so he regularly participated in discussions at the dinner table.

"But then we got this letter from Hogwarts, a school we had never heard of before." Mrs. Granger placed another plate full of sausages on the table; Harry started to help himself, filling a quarter of the plate with sausages. "By the way Harry, how do you like your eggs?"

"How do I like them?" The deprived child asked in confusion.

"You've never had eggs before?" Mr. Granger asked curiously and Harry shrugged.

"I have, just my Aunt never asked me how I would like them, and I usually didn't get any of the yolk while my cousin would always get a lot of it."

"Do you actually like them though without the yolk?" Hermione asked him, not bothering to reveal her face from behind the Daily Prophet.

"Not really, I never complained though, to complain meant staying in my room for the rest of the day or some punishment like that." Harry told the Grangers, looking away uncomfortably.

"So you like lot's of yolk?" Mrs. Granger asked him.

"I guess so…" Harry said uncertain. "I've always wanted to try it I suppose, I always saw my uncle dunking his toast in the yolk." At this comment the young Witch whistled slightly.

"I've always loved doing that." Hermione stated. Harry Potter sat back down.

"Ok, over easy then. I'll butter some toast for you too." The mother of Hermione said from the nearby stove.

"Anyway, the headmaster had a lot of titles." The father of Harry's best friend moved back on-topic. "So we thought the school would have a reputation in this magical community."

"Why base your decisions on reputation?" Harry asked all of a sudden. Even Hermione put the newspaper down to look at Harry. "It's just you were going to send Hermione to a school because of reputation right?" Both elderly Grangers nodded.

"What's wrong with that?" Joshua Granger asked.

"Well Hermione might not have liked it there." Harry said. "Like she just asked me, do I like my eggs without any yolk? It's more important, I think where your daughter would want to go then where you want her to go."

"I guess you're right, we always tended to want the best for her while forgetting about what she wanted herself." Mrs. Granger said, noticing with a jump that the eggs were sizzling. She hastily flipped them over.

"Would you like help with that Mrs. Granger?" Harry asked getting out of his seat.

"Oh no thank you Harry, you're the guest, keep eating." Mia Granger told him without looking at him but concentrating on the cooking eggs.

"Still used to working?" Hermione asked him, out of the corner of her mouth, behind the newspaper. Harry felt himself shrug.

"It's what kept me busy at the Dursleys, after they started to ignore my existence ENTIRELY, I just got really bored." Harry then looked at his full plate and started to eat again. Soon enough he had finished all the eggs, sausages, and the many pieces of toast he could consume in one day.

"We're going to Diagon Alley today; apparently the Weasleys are coming too." Hermione stated randomly.

"Oh, so soon?"

"Soon Harry? It's been two and a half weeks now!" Harry, who shrugged, smiled slightly.

"Times gone by so fast now," the Boy-who-lived muttered to himself.

Soon Harry found himself in Diagon Alley; the four of them had managed to cut through underground, though when they came up into the sunlight, Harry felt his arm come up automatically to block the sudden burst of brightness.

"Seems weird, my eyes have been acting up randomly." Harry said to himself more than anyone else.

"Acting up in what way Harry?" Mr. Granger, the eavesdropper asked.

"They seem to be rather sensitive to the light now." He answered rubbing them with his pointer finger while trying to avoid his glasses.

"You're just used to the darkness in the basement." The father of Hermione replied. "Now where we were supposed to meet up?"

"Ron said something about Gringotts." Hermione muttered softly, Harry glanced at her and saw a frown.

"I don't rememb-" The Potter started.

"Of course you wouldn't it was in a letter." Hermione interrupted out of the corner of her mouth. Harry couldn't think of any response besides an "oh." His eyes quickly fell to the ground.

Ron and Hermione were in contact and she didn't tell him? Harry felt his eyebrows frown; again he was being left in the dark! Again mutters were always lurking behind him. The Boy-who-lived suddenly felt rather angry with both of his friends, they had constant bitter arguments and yet they were still sending joyful letters to each other?

Harry raised his head and felt his frown disappear when he saw the Weasley family approach. He saw eight members in total. Discussing quietly were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, while Ron was complaining to a dismissive Fred, and George was teasing Ginny with something Harry could not see from this far.

Ginny, Harry didn't have to squint to see her flaming red hair glint in the sunlight, though when she turned and saw him. Her smile widened and Harry felt his as well, he raised a hand tentatively and felt something in side of him skip slightly when she raised one of her own.

"Harry?" The boy in question looked to see Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, Harry could see, quite clearly, that curiosity filled them.

"Yeah I'm coming." Harry told him, and walking toward Ginny Weasley, he didn't look back at Hermione.

"Harry's here!" Ginny's angelic voice yelled out to the rest of her family and all of the others suddenly became quite alert, all rushing toward the Grangers and Harry. Ginny was first to Harry though, she leaped into Harry's grasp, hugging him tightly.

Harry couldn't help feeling blissful in her grasp, but when he opened his eyes to see Ron and Hermione mimicking him and Ginny, he couldn't help but feel a cool metal hammer smashing his heart in two.

So they were keeping him in the dark, Harry pushed the irrelevant... Harry couldn't remember her name… away from him, anger rising in him; he rushed forward and saw Harry's blissful expression mirrored in Ron's, though it disappeared quite quickly when he saw him approach.

"You've been keeping me in the dark then have you?" Harry said coldly, unlocking his two friends.

"Well H-" Ron started, his ears went red rather quickly though, exactly when Harry cut him off.

"I've been sleeping ALL day in Hermione's basement, but NEITHER of you could bother telling me what's going on eh?"

"Hey! You shouldn't be talking!" Hermione screeched back at him.

"And why is that?" Harry replied he felt his face change expression rather quickly; it seemed to surprise his two friends rather drastically, since both were backing away somewhat speedily.

"Ha-Harry," the Witch stuttered.

"What? SPEAK!" Harry felt a smirk coming onto his face. He then felt something rise inside of him, slowly draining him of what little strength he possessed.

Damnit… damn V-Voldemort… Harry felt himself say in his mind, then his world went black, he felt himself drift off, his spirit becoming exhausted and replaced by another, more powerful one.

"I thought you would be clever enough to realize I would take over this idiot's body Mudblood." The voice no longer belonged to Harry, it seemed to hiss, though Harry's distinct voice remained in it, the new voice seemed to be a mix between Harry Potter's and…

"Voldemort," Hermione shoved Ron out of the way, anger curling out from inside of her.

"Ah, the Mudblood shows she has raised her intelligence from zero to one." Voldemort, now in Harry's body, taunted.

"Why do this Voldemort? You have nothing to gain by taking over Harry's body and now we know you're lurking inside of him." A chuckle came from the possessed body, a chuckle that made many shiver quite violently. The whole alley was silent, watching with chalk white expressions, the scene before them.

"I have everything to gain Mudblood. You see I, unlike you, have thought about the future. And what I see makes me curl up smiling; it seems this is just a shortcut to the glory of that dream. Now young Mr. Potter will be blamed for the killing of you and every person in Diagon Alley and sent off to Azkaban by that idiot Fudge and I will be free to prove to that imbecile Dumbledore how powerful I am."

"You see, it is this young boy that has kept everything from me. I've been keeping your young friend here." He indicated Ron. "Under the Imperius Curse for a while now, ever since your little trio saw your other friend Draco Malfoy on the train home, well he didn't last long then because of your excellent peers. So the curse was broken there."

"Your so-called lover was then confused exceptionally." Voldemort continued. "He had blank periods in his memory no doubt, wondering what he had been doing at sometime or another, then he met up with another one of my agents accidentally. The agent placed him under the curse again, to my extreme delight.

"Then came you Mudblood, you were connected quite well with this boy." He indicted himself, though it was Harry who he was indicating. "AND I learned from my agent that Harry was to be delivered to your residence. How thrilled I was to hear this pleasant news, I could make Harry think about you in his entire stay. Harry became blissful, ignoring the growing presence in his body, until now; when his anger at your lover, who under the Imperius curse has sent you declarations of love, became overwhelming. I feed on anger Mudblood, I became his copy. Harry is asleep right now, wondering what is happening to him, crying out for the youngest Weasley girl."Voldemort then turned sharply to face Ginny.

"Yes, you finally have a use girl; come…" he hissed the only part of Ginny that moved was a finger, a rather rude gesture too, though Mrs. Weasley didn't complain about it. "COME!" With a wave of his hand Ginny was swept off the ground and flew, with a scream, to Voldemort, whose smirk was wide.

"L-let go of me you filthy piece of vermin!" Ginny cried out and Voldemort laughed. The laugh echoed eerily around the silent courtyard making everyone shiver even more violently.

"STUPEFY!" The spell came from Mr. Weasley's wand. Voldemort turned sharply and quickly, he tossed Ginny, letting the young girl absorb her father's spell. The stunned body of Ginny Weasley fell noiselessly onto the rocky ground of Diagon Alley. The Dark Lord then flicked his right hand, bringing out Harry's wand.

"Ingenious how Harry is; keeping his wand in a position with quick access." He smirked pointing the wand at Arthur Weasley. "None stand in the way of Lord Voldemort." Screeches erupted from every corner of the courtyard and Voldemort let out a booming laugh.

"I love the smell of fear; love is something I usually cannot feel, as your beloved Dumbledore knows. Now die pathetic Mudblood lover Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light shot from Harry's wand, Arthur leaped to the side, taking his wife along with him. "WEAKLINGS AVADA KEDAVRA!" The spell was not aimed at any of the Weasleys, but at Mrs. Granger.

Hermione let out a tongue-tied cry, Mrs. Granger, luckily, had enough sense to dodge it though. She grabbed her husband's arm tightly and tried to pull him away. It seemed he was muttering protests.

"No you imbecile, stupid Harry Potter will not be coming back." Voldemort spat out, Mr. Granger frowned, to him, and everyone else present, it seemed Voldemort had very heightened senses.

"Harry's not weak." Harry turned to see the young Witch, Hermione Granger right in front of him. Her eyes flashed widely and Voldemort cringed. "And he's definitely not stupid."

"This I did not expect, this changes events. I shall have to deal with you Mudblood, I was hoping to savor your slow and painful death but it seems that you are indeed a threat." Voldemort raised Harry's wand.

"HERMIONE!" Mrs. Granger screeched.

"He won't do it mum. He can't kill me." Hermione said firmly, her wand in her wand but not aimed at Harry. Voldemort's laugh echoed loudly around the courtyard, now making people faint, making walls crumble, and making various animals scurry or fly away.

"Absolutely pathetic!" Voldemort paused to flash a wide smirk at her. "Watch me Mudblood." He raised the wand; Hermione's eyes were planted right on Harry's no-longer emerald eyes.

"STUPEFY!" Several cries came out at once, all of the Weasley's, minus Ginny and Ron, had their wands out and shot the stunning spell right at Harry. All of them rebounded off of him and left him laughing openly again, making all present cringe and grab their ears.

"The hatred inside of Harry Potter has made me immune to certain… weaklings." Voldemort smirked again, whipping his wand in a complex formation no one could follow and a lash like sound echoed around, darkness erupted out of the end of his wand. Shooting in several directions, hitting all of the conscious Weasley's in the belly. Ron and Ginny both seemed motionless, Ginny stunned and Ron standing as unblinking as a statue. The Weasleys all fell to the ground, fear itched on their faces.

"Pathetic," Voldemort spat simply. Turning back to Hermione he raised his wand. "Enough delay already, why am I so hesitant in killing this stupid little girl." He spat at the ground, lowering his wand.

"Because Harry doesn't want to kill me," Hermione said simply. "You didn't kill the Weasleys and you cannot kill me, you knew you'd miss my mum and Mr. Weasley. You just created fear, that's it. I am above fear Voldemort." Hermione frowned.

"You? Above fear! Don't make me laugh again Mudblood." Voldemort smirked, Harry's white teeth showing, his wide eyes turned from fiery red to blood red cat-like slits. "Very well then, CRUCIO!" The spell hit Hermione, making her crumble on the ground screaming, the all to familiar pains swept through every muscle and every bone in her body, stabbing and piercing at her.

"HERMIONE!" The spell was cut off, and Harry, in his real form, came crashing down, lifting her up very gently, and tears dripping down his eyes. "I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry. You could have died… and it would have been my fault…"

"Harry…" Hermione then fell back down to the ground eyes closed.

"No… no… Hermione… damnit!" Harry screamed, tearing at his hair, throwing his wand across the alley. Screaming loudly, he fell on his knees, and then plumped down, his hands cradling his face. "DAMN YOU VOLDEMORT!"

"I don't care…" Harry mumbled to the nearby female Healer who was urging him to get some sleep.

"You haven't slept in two days Mr. Potter!" She replied frantically. "That's unhealthy Mr. Potter."

"Like being possessed by Lord Voldemort isn't." Harry spat back at her, he looked up at her, placing a dark glare in his eyes. The Healer had shuddered because of the name but continued firmly.

"You must sleep Mr. Potter! Your friend would have wanted it that way." Harry rose from his plain seat, the chair scraping the ground, and the Healer cowering below him.

"So Hermione Granger is "my friend" now and I'm Mr. Potter eh? I get to have a name but she doesn't! She is the brightest person I have ever had the fortune of meeting and you don't even bother acknowledging her existence! EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TREATING HER! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Harry yelled at her, the Healer went away, tears flooding from her eyes.

After the event that occurred in the Courtyard of Diagon Alley before the legendary bank, Gringotts, the remaining members of the Granger family and the Weasley members rushed to the local Wizarding hospital. Harry had stayed in his designated room for around two hours, before awakening and rushing out of his room to find Hermione.

"She's alive." Harry muttered to himself, felt a long whistle of breath rush out from inside of him. That thought was the only thought that kept him going, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were now with Hermione while the Weasleys were with Ron; who was being treated for the Imperius curse, he had told Harry earlier this day that he planned on taking lessons with Moody, who had just visited Ron.

Though was it today that Ronald Weasley had told him that? Time seemed to have frozen in Harry's mind; neither of his friends was near him. Making him feel more isolated then ever. Footsteps alerted the young wizard and he stood up, wand drawn. Aran Schmitz chuckled as he walked calmly toward Harry.

"I see you are as alert as ever Potter; keep up the good work." He plumped down in the unoccupied chair across from Harry. "I am sorry to hear of your companion's injuries, I was uninformed."

"You couldn't have done anything anyway." Harry told him truthfully, sitting down again, across from the adult. "You were still at the Granger's house right?" He shook his head.

"Dumbledore used me for an errand to the Ministry of Magic; enlightening them that, yet again, he did not want to… fulfill the post of Minister of Magic." Aran explained.

"Oh, why didn't he just send an owl to them?" Harry asked, leaning back in his seat, Aran replied with a shrug.

"If you ask questions that makes you unsure, feeling unsure is a liability." Aran explained sternly, though Harry could not define the term "liability" he figured out the meaning from the short dialogue.

Silence fell between the two wizards quickly. It seemed Aran did not want to relax even though he seemed fairly tired, he kept shifting as if trying to keep himself awake. Harry felt his eyes loom around the waiting room; he did not feel like soaking up the image of his surroundings until now, when looking at the table in front of him, he noticed a familiar face. The face of Ludo Bagman, ex-beater to the Quidditch team: Wimbourne Wasps. Curiosity drove his hand to grab the article. Harry took little notice of the charming white smile and wave Bagman was giving him in the picture next to the article. His eyes glazed over to the words.

Ludo Bagman: All depts. cleared!

For some unnamed reason, Ludo Bagman (winner of three World Quidditch cups, and prized with the Golden Bully in 1988) has paid off ALL of his depts. Three years ago, Bagman had been at the peak of all of his depts., claims a Ministry member who shall remain unnamed because of personal reasons.

"He ran for it after the Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry has been on the lookout for him for the past year. But then he just turned up out of nowhere, shabby robes yes, but loads of gold in his pockets."

How Bagman has acquired this surprising high amount of gold is questionable for no one has employed him nor seen him for the past year. Though the Goblins, who he had placed a bet with at the Tournament for Harry Potter to win the legendary tournament. The Goblins though said he, Bagman, lost since Mr. Potter tied with the now deceased Mr. Cedric Diggory, are happy to say they are not concerned with any reason.

"We've got the money," snarled a petite yellowish greenish Goblin. "Who cares where he got it from!" The Daily Prophet advises the Public to be on the lookout for any suspicious activity performed by Mr. Bagman to help the Ministry track down reasons for the acquiring of this large sum of gold.

Related story: Diggory's body now worth Bagman's gold? T16

Harry tossed the paper back, lightly, onto the table; he was not surprised that he had forgotten about Ludo Bagman for an entire year since all Bagman did was put him on the edge.

"Interesting isn't it?" Aran spoke up abruptly, Harry looked up to meet his dark eyes. "Bagman's been accused for Dark activity so they're telling people to be alert. Have you ever met him?"
"Unfortunately," Harry grunted and, for the first time, Aran smiled slightly.

"I don't blame you in the least for that attitude; he used you and Diggory to get some money for himself. Greed powers us humans Potter, get away from it while you can." Harry nodded, accepting the logical advice.

"Isn't it very human to feel greedy?" The black haired wizard's head whipped up and felt a weight that was inside of him fall off quickly. Hermione Granger stood, looking healthy, with her father's hand on her shoulder.

"Yes it is, but that doesn't stop you from getting away from it." Aran replied. "For now, I am glad you have made a full recovery." Aran stood up, his back firm, he bowed low, seeing his spine curl slowly; Harry looked back at Hermione and threw a wide smile at her.

"You're ok." Harry stated simply and Hermione nodded. "Yet again I thought I caused your… what's the word?"

"Death?" She answered and the only Potter alive felt his head nod as well.

"I should have learned Occulemency properly…"

"They're a lot of things you should have done Harry, but right now don't worry about them." She looked at him; her brown eyes mirrored that of Professor McGonagall's.

"Ok fine, I won't worry about Occulemency alright! So Voldemort can come right into my head and go rip your guts right out of your mouth alright!" Harry countered her, his voice rising with each new word, though Mr. Granger's hand gripped her shoulder harder, her face still seemed as firm as ever.

"You didn't mean that." She told him, Harry knew this was true but he chose to omit the comment.

"I have to worry Hermione," he said, his voice calming down and Mr. Granger's hand slackening, with every word. "Voldemort will hurt me through the killing of all of you, he wants me to endure as much pain as possible and you're all the weapons he needs."

"He'll have trouble killing us though!" Harry looked up to the newcomer; his other friend Ron Weasley.

"You're better then." Harry stated simply, his body falling back into a resting stance.

"Yeah mate'. Listen Hermione and I-"

"Oh talking behind my back again were you?" Harry spat, his dark eyes locking with Ron's fearful ones.

"H-hey mat-"

"Harry," Hermione stepped forward, her stance firm and her father stepping back with a grin. "Don't start again please."

"May I ask why not?" Harry matched her stance, unconsciously ignoring every other presence in the waiting room.

"You don't understand? Voldemort wants you to get angry! That's why he took over Ron to send me those stupid love letters! He knows me more then I would like Harry, I was easily tempted by this, I always had this soft spot with Ron…"

"V-Voldemort wants me to be angry?" Harry replied blankly and Hermione groaned loudly.

"Your idiocy surprises me sometimes Harry!" Harry frowned and opened his mouth, but Hermione quickly added. "Not as much as Ron's though."

"He-hey!" He said, laughing in between along with everyone in the waiting room who was paying any attention.

"Haven't you realized by now," Hermione continued. "That ever since you returned from Hogwarts, that whenever you get angry, your features change?"

"Well my eyes did change, but not to identical to Voldemort's blood red eyes." The wizard mumbled frowning slightly now.

"When you became really anger with Ron and me, your voice changed, and soon enough your face changed, paler, blood red eyes…" Hermione shivered slightly.

"I-I'm sorry," Harry replied lamely, his eyes falling to the ground.

"Don't be." The Witch replied sternly yet again. Harry felt his eyes coming back up to meet hers. "You're not at fault, but we'll have no blaming here; that just wastes time, now dad?" She turned to face her father who jumped slightly.

"Uh? Oh yes dear?" Her father replied quickly.

"Where's mum?"

"I'll get her, I was expecting her to come here soon enough though…" he turned around, moving towards the room Hermione had occupied a moment ago.

"Harry?" The boy in question turned around sharply to see the entire Weasley family facing him (minus Ron who was behind him talking quietly with Hermione.) Something inside of Harry gave a sharp turn; Ginny was looking up at him with shinning eyes. "How're you feeling dear?" Mrs. Weasley moved quickly to Harry, wrapping her arms around him much like at the end of his fourth year. Harry gratefully returned the hug, pleased to feel the love seeping from this minor gesture.

"I've been better, and much worse." Harry replied, smiling slightly at her, she laughed slightly, a small audible sound coming out of her mouth sounding quite distorted.

"Of course you have dear; apparently you haven't been getting much rest, that's not good for you now. We've been finishing the shopping while you were here." She said in an "off-hand" manner.

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." Harry said giving her another smile.

"Oh no need to, I should be thanking you." Harry frowned slightly, confused. "Oh you see we didn't realize Ron was under the curse, now You-Know-Who probably knows a little too much." She sighed faintly, her eyes losing their color. "We should have seen it coming; Ron is far too weak for comfort."

"Ron's not weak Mrs. Weasley," Harry said sternly, trying to get his point across, it seemed for a second it did. Mrs. Weasley's eyes glowed quite brightly, as if teary but he knew she was beyond tears now. "Ron's one of the many reasons I'm standing here talking to you here and now. Now, I'm betting the rest of your family is eager to… speak their mind."

"Oh Harry, you sound so mature." This time tears did appear in her eyes, she wrapped her short arms around Harry again, holding him quite tightly. Then, a moment later, that feeling of love was replaced by something else. Ginny had grabbed Harry tightly, holding him close as if afraid he would disappear.

"I-I wa-s s-so scared." She whimpered, not bothering to hide her tears. Harry felt rather uncomfortable with Ginny; he returned the hug nonetheless, smoothing her long red hair.

"That's ok; it's human to be scared." Harry said soothingly, he moved the connection just slightly, just so that he could peer at Hermione. He frowned when he saw her in embrace with Ron, tears coming from her eyes as well. Harry turned away; focusing on Ginny's flat, boring, hair.

She let go then, Harry almost felt like letting out a long breath of air at the freedom but resisted. He flashed a slight grin at Ginny who beamed in return, wiping her eyes she walked away, turning every now and then to gaze at Harry. Harry wondered slightly why his body was so moved by Ginny's mere presence now. In his mind's eye, he shrugged, and continued to greet the rest of the Weasleys.

"Want one of our cloaks Harry?" Fred and, his twin, George Weasley came up next, indicating a long black cloak that seemed to sparkle slightly.

"It's not going to sprout fangs suddenly is it?" The last Potter asked them cautiously; knowing full well that was something Fred and George would pull off fairly easily AND earn profit from it. George laughed at this comment.

"You know us too well Harry." He said. "Nah you git, it protects you from outside penetration. In ANY way possible."

"Really? Why would it protect the mind then if it's a cloak? It doesn't even touch the head." Harry said, signifying the cloak with a wave of his right hand.

"Ever heard of a hood git?" Fred said with a side long smile, Harry's "oh" response made him laugh openly. "Hermione's right you know, you are quite dense sometimes."

"Most of the time…" George continued, smirking at his twin.

"All the time," Fred winked at him. "Free of charge Harry." George threw the cloak at him. Harry, with his superior seeker attributes, caught it fairly easily.

"Free of charge?" The Boy-who-lived questioned.

"You're the one who created that cloak Harry!" Fred gesticulated wildly.

"No I didn't you guys di-"

"Wow, I thought Fred and I were joking, you are thickheaded." George said, his mouth wide opened.

"Yeah, Hermione does know you then." Fred turned to his twin and nodded.

"What?" Harry replied dumbly.

"Just take the cloak git." George turned around, waving his arm in abandoned frustration.

"Remember the gold you gave us?" Harry nodded slightly. "That gold went to that, my friend. Take care of yourself now." Fred waved and turned around without waiting for a reply. A second later Mr. Weasley approached him even before Harry could soak in what Fred and George just told him.

"I just want to tell you Harry." Mr. Weasley said quickly, his blue eyes not blinking but the emerald eyes facing his blinked rather rapidly. "That no one blames you for what you have done. You have been possessed by You-know-who and all of us accept that and we'll assist you in anyway we can. I just want to tell you that my wife and I want to be the parents you never had. I know you had Sirius for that, but now that he's…" Mr. Weasley stopped for a moment, running a hand through his short hair.

"I've dealt with the loss Mr. Weasley." Harry replied sternly, omitting the lingering confusion in him. "There's absolutely no point in killing myself through blaming myself."

"I agree with Molly, you have become quite mature since the first time I met you in you're… when was it? Your second year?" Harry nodded slightly. "Yes, yes well do you accept?"

"Accept?" Harry replied, his head tilting to his right shoulder slightly.

"Yes accept, young Harry Potter, do you wish to call me father and my wife mother?" Arthur asked honestly, Harry though was taken aback by this. He always thought of the Weasleys as close to a family as he could get but would he actually call them a family.

"Would you permit me to think about this?" Harry asked him, his green eyes shinning slightly.

"Of course Harry, it is a hard decision. It's not that important anyway." He added. "Since you'll be of age soon enough." Mr. Weasley started to walk away, but Harry grabbed his shoulder before he could get out of reach. He turned a hopeful look in his eyes.

"No M- dad." Harry smiled, Mr. Weasley mimicking him. "I would love to be adopted by you."

"It's unofficial of course." He said turning back to Harry, his smile now wide. The delight inside of Harry could not be expressed through words or feelings, happiness erupted from his heart and every part of his body.

He pranced back to Ron and Hermione, muttering quietly but both looked up at his entrance.

"What're you so perky for?" Ron asked abruptly. Harry saw the obvious step from Hermione and saw her foot step on Ron's right. "Ow- what was that-" Harry laughed loudly, tears pouring openly from his eyes and his entire body shook with the laughter he had never felt before.

"H-Harry?" Ron moved toward him cautiously. "You're starting to sound like Loony Lovegood." Harry barely heard him, he laughed for another moment before breathing heavily.

"I-I don't know… I'm just so happy." Harry panted.

"About what?" Hermione moved toward him, not taking Ron's offered hand.

"I'm unofficially your brother Ron." He said, smiling widely at his first sibling who looked quite confused for a moment then smiled widely.

"HA! THAT IS FUNNY!" Ron started laughing loudly too. "So dad actually convinced you?"

"It didn't take much." Harry said truthfully and his friend laughed again.

"That's good and all Harry." Hermione said, making Harry turn around. "But what about-" she nodded her head toward Ginny.

"What about her?" The Boy-who-lived asked, confounded.

"Don't you and her – you know…" Ron started lamely, catching onto Hermione' motives.

"What? Do you think I fancy her?" Both Hermione and Ron nodded. Harry thought for a moment, did he fancy Ron's only sister? Did he honestly want to spend untold hours with the young, and quite beautiful, girl in every place imaginable? What would they talk about? The only things Harry and Ginny shared were negative things, she resembled his mother true, but did that bring good memories? No it did not bring any memories what so ever, he didn't even know if she looked like Lily Potter. Harry had seen Lily once in his life, and though she had died soon after that event, she would change a bit right?

Harry shook his head, to both Ron and Hermione's surprise.

"Really? You don't like her?" His non-official brother asked amazed.

"What is there to like - her beauty?" Harry snorted which made both his friends jump. "More like lack there of," Harry added nastily.

"You – you don't like Ginny?" Hermione asked and the Boy-who-lived was surprised at her astonished tone.

"How is this so surprising!" Harry yelled out. "It was just like Cho right? I fancied her because she was pretty. That's about it, I didn't know much about her, I didn't even notice what eye color she had." Harry added.

"Well, it's just the way you two shined whenever you saw each other…" Ron muttered. "I thought it was love at first site you know?" Harry couldn't help but pass another snort at them.

"That's just my mind playing tricks on me, I'm not going to devote myself to someone I know I'm not going to be happy with. My body responded to her beauty that's it." Harry said his happy mood now drained totally.

"You three ready?" Mrs. Weasley appeared to have emerged out of thin air. "Oh yeah, Arthur told me we unofficially adopted you Harry. I'm very pleased." Harry flashed a wide grin to her.

"Yeah we're ready mum." Ron mumbled, Harry's grin disappeared and was now replaced by a face of pure guilt.

"Don't worry," Hermione told him, trying to comfort him now that Ron and Mrs. Weasley were out of earshot. "Don't feel like you're taking the attention away from him."

"I can't help it Hermione." Harry said sadly. "I've done it my whole life."