A/N: No reviews on the first chappie. Oh well. That's life. I don't own any of the characters, only the plot, so on and so forth. Hopefully I might get a review on this one. Enjoy!

That morning, Hedwig had returned from her journey, two letters enclosed tightly in her beak. Harry wasted no time ripping them open, Ron's first.

Harry,

Did you forget about the wedding? Dad said we'll come get you Friday at 4. The wedding is Sunday. See you soon,

Ron

He opened Hermione's next;

Harry,

Of course I'll come. My parents are taking me to the Burrow Friday night, but I'll see you soon enough.

Love,

Hermione

Truthfully enough, Harry had forgotten about the wedding. He felt a twinge of guilt but then excitement erupted inside of him knowing that he would soon be with his real family. He wished he was old enough to apparate.. Then he wouldn't have to ask Mr.Weasley to go through all this trouble to come and get him.

He walked downstairs where the Dursley's were eating breakfast, Uncle Vernon reading the paper , Dudley's eyes glued to the television and Aunt Petunia looking out the window at the neighbors.

Harry did not join them, he had no wish to. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Erm.. I'll be leaving on Friday, the Weasley's are coming to get me.. If you remember them.."

Harry had no doubt in his mind that they had not forgotten them after two years ago; with Mr. Weasley blasting apart the fireplace and the incident with the Ton-Tongue Toffee.

"And you aren't coming back then?" Uncle Vernon asked slyly. Harry shook his head. "Fine with me, then."

Apparently Uncle Vernon had no objection to the possible damage by wizards if they were taking Harry away for good. Aunt Petunia said nothing but looked at him with an odd expression in her eyes. Dudley had his eyes attached to the television.

Harry walked back upstairs and began packing, a smile spreading across his face.

Friday came in a burst of beautiful weather, the sun warming everything around it. Harry had his suitcase and an extra bag ready by the foot of the stairs. He needed to pack more this time because he wasn't coming back. Not that he minded. The Dursleys steered clear of him all day just as they had last time he had been picked up.

At 2:45, he went down to the living room. He expected that they would be picking him by Floo Powder again like last time. Yet at 3:00 sharp, there was a knock on the door. Harry opened it cautiously while the Aunt Petunia peeked carefully from behind the kitchen wall.

Mr. Weasley and Ron stood there, both grinning. Harry looked behind him and saw a car that looked like it belonged to the Ministry. Mr. Weasley noticed him looking at it.

"Fudge isn't there anymore, and since I've got a promotion there won't be any more mishaps, let's hope. Scrimgeour didn't mind a bit", he said. Harry opened the door to be polite and let them inside.

"I've just gotta grab my bags, hold on", he said. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs to grab them , Aunt Petunia came up behind him and did something he never would have expected. She hugged him.

"I want you to be careful. I know you haven't liked us all that much, but you're still my sister's son. Please be careful. Do it for me", she said huffily, as though it were taking a great deal of effort. Harry assured her he would, and grabbed his bags, Hedwig and left. Ron looked shocked. When they had walked down the sidewalk and gotten in the car, Ron turned around to look at him.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" he asked.

"No idea. Didn't see that one coming", he answered. He did know why though. Last year Aunt Petunia had known the severity of Voldemort's return, and she knew what he was going to do. He was, like she said, her sister's son, and her nephew. Deep down, perhaps, she did care for him. While driving down the winding country road, listening to the Wizard radio, Mr. Weasley turned it down to talk to Harry.

"Bill has healed nicely, Harry. It's not as bad as we thought it would turn out." he said conversationally. He knew he was just trying to avoid talking about Dumbledore.

"That's good", he managed to say. He just wanted to get to the Burrow as fast as possible. About a half hour later, they pulled up into the driveway of the shabby house that Harry had come to love. Ron helped him get his things from the trunk and they made their way inside.

Mrs. Weasley was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea, deep in conversation with Bill and Fleur. Mr. Weasley was right, Bill did look much better. You could still see the scars from his bite, but other than that he looked quite alright. Fleur, looking as beautiful as ever, if not more, looked up as Harry entered. She and Mrs. Weasley got up to hug him and give them their hellos. Bill merely waved, unsure if his presence might have scared him.

"We were just putting the finishing plans on the wedding, dear, but dinner will be ready soon so why don't you take your things upstairs?", Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry nodded, and he and Ron climbed the rickety stairs that led to the third floor. Entering Ron's bright orange bedroom, Harry sat down on the mattress.

"They're really happy. Bill and Fleur", Ron said.

"I can tell", replied Harry, a small smile playing upon his lips. He didn't want to talk about this.

"When do you want to leave?" he asked Ron. When Ron looked puzzled, Harry specified.

"I wanted to go to Godric's Hollow", he said, watching Ron's expression.

"And what are you going to find there, Harry? Really, now. Why not spend your time doing more worthwhile things, like finding out more about the Horcruxes?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Well, have you thought about them?" Harry snapped. Ron sat on his bed, Indian-style, and smirked.

"As a matter of fact, I have. Don't you remember Grimmauld Place? The day we were cleaning? That golden locket in the cabinet, you ever thought about that? I mean, come on.. The house was devoted to dark arts. I bet that's it", he said knowledgeably. Harry thought hard. He had completely forgotten about the locket in the drawing room, as he tried not to think about Sirius's house at all.

"Yeah, it could be, but I'll bet Mundungus has pawned that off, already", he said miserably. At that moment, Harry heard footsteps on coming closer. The door widened and there stood Ginny. Harry's heart felt as if it had leapt into his throat.

"Hey Harry. Mum told me you were here", she said, as though everything were normal again. She gave him a quick hug but released quickly. "I just wanted to come and say hello.. And that dinner is ready". She left the room, giving one last yearning look at Harry.

"Want to go down then?" Ron asked, pretending he had not just witnessed that.

"Yeah, I'm starving.. Aunt Petunia's no queen of the kitchen, I can tell you that", Harry said, half laughing.

Ron joined him and then went down to the kitchen. It seemed like a lot of people were missing. Tonks, her hair dark brown and shoulder-length, sitting next to Lupin, looking as healthy as ever, Fleur and Bill, of course, and the rest of the Weasleys. Harry wondered briefly that if Sirius were still alive, would Mrs. Weasley have allowed him to come? There was a great bustle of movement around the table as everyone was entangling their arms to reach the dishes. Although there was much talk, it was not as happy as it could have been. Fred and George were there, talking about how business had been going lately. Fleur kept gazing at her engagement ring in between bites, mesmerized by it. Bill was eating with almost inhuman appetite and Lupin and Tonks sat eating and conversing quietly.

Mrs. Weasley was still setting yet more food onto the table, Mr. Weasley helping. The only person missing was Hermione. They ate, drank and talked merrily, and Harry felt his spirits rise in spite of everything that had been going on. He was at his favorite place, with his favorite people, and was going to be at a wedding in just two days time. There was a soft knock at the door, and Ron offered to get it quickly. Harry thought this odd because Ron was still eating and there were at least three or four people done by now. Ron flattened his hair and opened the door, beaming at Hermione. She gave him a small hug, and Harry couldn't help but laugh. Everything seemed okay. For now at least. He knew that in a few minutes time, he would be upstairs with Ron and Hermione discussing what to do from here. And he felt his smile vanish.