The warm late August sun rose upon the Burrow at Six o'clock in the morning. The area was quiet, and no life seemed to be around.
The was a quiet slip and soon Harry appeared on his broom in front of the Burrow's front door, invisibility cloak trailing behind him. He wasn't entirely sure what he would do when he entered. What would he say? What would he do? Many problems faced him by entering the Burrow, the second place in the whole world that he felt most at home. Well maybe the first now that Dumbledore was no longer at Hogwarts…
I can't delay this anymore he thought to himself, took a deep breath and pushed opened the stable latched door.
Sitting at the Kitchen table ahead of him where to two people he was far from scared meeting, Ron and Hermione.
'Alright mate?' Ron asked with a truly concerned voice
'Fly Ok?' Hermione asked
'Was Ok. I'm fine…well as fine as I can be I guess'
Ron, being his best friend in the entire world, gave an understanding nod.
A silence fell upon the three teenagers. Hermione carried on sipping elegantly at her cup of tea, Ron slouched back in his seat looking interestingly up at the ceiling and Harry cast a gaze over to the far corner of the room.
There, piled up, where a mass of beautifully wrapped gifts, Harry assumed to be wedding presents for Bill and Fleur.
'It's hard to think that such a beautiful thing as a wedding could happen now isn't it?' Hermione said, obviously noticing where Harry was looking.
'Yeah...I'm happy for them though…too right they shouldn't let Voldemort get in the way of their love.'
Again silence fell upon them. Harry edged over to the table and pulled a chair next to Ron and sat rigidly on it.
After about 5 minutes, Mrs Weasley appeared from the staircase.
'Oh Harry dear, so glad you could come' She said with a trace of sadness.
Then Harry did something very unexpected and sudden. He hastily scrapped back his chair, ran over to Mrs Weasley who was a couple of feet shorter than him, wrapped his arms around her and begun to cry.
' I know it's hard Harry dear, Be strong' she said conformably, with a quiver of sadness in her voice.
Ron and Hermione seemed to understand, as they didn't judge this sudden action as Harry sat timidly back into his chair, wiping his eyes. He thought to himself, why shouldn't he of done that? Mrs Weasley was possibly the closest thing to him to a parent. Mrs Weasley walked slowly into the living room, picked up some stray washingin from the sofa and dissappeared into the garden sniffing
'Harry?' Ron piped up once she had left.
'hmm?' Harry looked up
'Are you definitely not going back to Hogwarts this year?'
'Yup, I'm doing...' he looked around cautiously as none of the Weasleys knew of their plan ' I'm doing what I talked about, you know, go to Godrics Hollow and…. Yeah you know. ' he gave them a perplexed look 'You still set on coming with me? I don't want you to get…'
'Hurt? Harry, we don't care, we're coming with you and that's it!' Hermione said aggressively
Harry couldn't find the words. Ron and Hermione were such good friends, they were willing to sacrifice their lives to help him. So he just smiled.
After a while, a door creaked open. At first Harry didn't take much notice. This was a usual occurrence in the Weasley home as they had many family members and visitors. After a few seconds, Harry realised the new habitant of the kitchen didn't either move or talk. He looked up and immediately went red in the face. It was Ginny.