Well, if you thought that Artemis was just some stupid character that this dumb little girl used just for the hell of it...YOU'RE WRONG! well... here we go.

Chapter Three

Reunion

Mrs. Weasley hugged and kissed Artemis on both cheeks. "Artemis! Oh my!"

"Good day, Mrs. Weasley," Artemis smiled.

"Bill, come here," she called inside. Bill emerged from his study. He had heavy bags under his eyes and deep scars on his face.

"Art-Artemis?" Bill looked dumbfounded.

"Bill?" Artemis eyes were open extremely wide. "W-What happened to you, Bill?"

"W-What are you doing here, Artemis?" Bill was amazed. "Oh, Harry! Happy Birthday!"

Bill gave Harry a hefty slap on his back.

Artemis ran to Bill and hugged him. They both started to cry.

"W-Wha–" Harry was about to say something but Mrs. Weasley stopped him andthey both leftto the other room.

Once they were there, Harry asked, "Why were they crying, Mrs. Weasley?"

"It's complicated, Harry, dear. It's–" Mrs. Weasley started to cry. "They–" She could not handle it anymore. She started to bawl. Fleur rushed in.

"Muzzer! Muzzer! What is zee matter?" Fleur was genuinely concerned. She hugged Mrs. Weasley. "What happened, 'Arry?"

"I don't know."

That entire day, Harry had an excellent time. Everyone was so happy to see him and Artemis finally finished the Apparating test with Harry. He could Apparate anywhere he wanted now. He was extremely curious as to why everyone was so choked up when Bill and Artemis were so touched when seeing each other. Even Ron and Ginny did not know. The subject was dropped when Mrs. Weasley told them to. They had a small party for Harry and had a great time until it was late. Harry's favourite part was being able to apparate upstairs. They all slept because they were all so exhausted from the partying. For once, Harry actually had a good dream.

It was now morning. Harry decided to lift his lethargic self off of the bed and rushed downstairs. Mrs. Weasley's pleasant face was beaming at him.

"Good morning, Harry, dear. Will it be eggs or French toast?"

"Anything will be fine, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you." Harry rubbed his tired eyes. He was so tired. Just then, Ginny walked down the stairs.

"Good morning, everyone. Hello, Harry," Ginny said happily. He merely nodded. He could not help admiring her. Her smile was so beautiful. He wanted to just jump out and kiss her but he knew that he had to restrain himself. She was more gorgeous than he had ever remembered.

He stared around the room and could only think that this could possibly be the last time he would be in the Burrow. This could be the last time he would see the smiling Weasley family. What was to become of him? Was he going to die? He, then, snapped out of his depressed phase. He knew his destiny. He was going to finally defeat Voldemort…for all his deceased loved ones: Cedric Diggory, his parents, Sirius Black…Dumbledore. Even if it did mean…Harry, himself, dying.

Bill Weasley came down the stairs.

"G-Good morning, Bill, darling," Mrs. Weasley stuttered. "H-How are you f-f-feeling?"

"I'm alright but a little tired," Bill gave a monstrous yawn. "Is that French toast?" He rose up from his seat and grabbed a whole load and menacingly started chomping away at it.

"Honestly, Bill! You could be such a pig sometimes," Ginny sneered.

"Ginny!" You know that your brother has had a rough night," Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Beel!" A voice echoed and trailed down the stairs.

"Yes, my little flower?" Bell shouted back. Gunny made a false vomiting gesture at Harry. He snickered. She stopped when her brother gave her a grim glare.

Fleur entered and kissed Bill. "Good morning, mon Cherie. 'Allo Muzzer," Fleur Delacour said when she entered the room. Mrs. Weasley gave a smile.

Then, Hermione came down the stairs.

"Happy morning, everyone," she said. Ron entered after her.

"Good morning, Mum, Ginny, Bill, Harry, Fleur," After a long pause, he finally said: "G-Good morning, Hermione."

"Hello, R-R-Ronald." They were both very awkward. The thought that Harry previously had returned. He quickly deleted from his mind.

"Er-my-own-nee, are you really going to wear zat?" Fleur told her. Hermione merely rolled her eyes and started eating.

Mr. Weasley emerged from his study. "M-Molly?" And with that, he collapsed.

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