Okay typical Disclaimer. I don't own Harry or Ron or and other of J.K. Rowlings great characters. (Pouts.)

Okay language lesson. In this chapter there might be a few words in here that those of the non British up bringing might not understand. (1) Blinkered: It's something like narrow minded. (2) Dungarees is the British word for overalls. Now I hope I used these correctly because I have to admit I'm not British either. But I had fun trying to understand the slang.

And to my first two reviewers, Jay-BG and Kamui5, a hundred wand salute. Okay everyone wands at the ready now "Relashio." Ah, wait a minute that wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be sparks not explosions. Darn those Weasley twins. Well, thank you for reviewing it made my day. Now I just have to find a way to get all these people to the hospital wing.

Beta read by the lovely Susan

Chapter 3

The Morning After

Harry stretched and yawned. He wasn't sure what woke him up but he felt more rested than he could remember being in a long time. He was shaken out of his thoughts by a loud knock at the door.

"Boy. Get up now. There's someone at the door for you." His Uncle Vernon yelled through the door.

Some one for him? He couldn't believe that it was one of his friends from school. They knew how his relatives felt about his kind. The dream came back to him he remembered that Gelena said that some one would come to get him and take him to the Burrow today. In one way he was scared and in another he was ecstatic. He viewed the Weasleys as his family and he was going to get to spend the rest of the summer with them. Of course he was also going to spend it with some unknown person. But Gelena trusted them. So it should be okay. He wondered if the person would be an elf. After all they were supposed to help him with gaining an understanding about what was going to happen to him.

He got up, slipped on some clothes and then ran his hand through his hair, trying to get it to stay down but it was a lost cause.

"Boy, get down here now." Vernon ordered.

When he entered the living room he stopped dead in his tracks. A young woman stood in the middle of the room. Beautiful wasn't a fitting description of her, she was angelic. She had waist length white blond hair that hung in waves over her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at him.

"Hello Harry." Her voice was sweet.

"Umm…hello." He had actually been expecting on of the Weasley's. "Sorry, but who are you?"

"Oh, yes sorry. I forgot Gelena told me that you weren't given a name. I'm Delphine Evalnphire pleased to meet you." She held out her hand.

He shook it his eyes as big as saucers. "You, your?"

She giggled. "Are you always this articulate this early in the morning?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "No sorry. It's just I'm still trying to take this all in. It seems a little too hard to believe."

"That's understandable. I know that this would be a lot to take in." She smiled and pulled something from her pocket. It was round and shiny it looked like a small ball.

"What is that?"

"This, it's a port key. It'll take us directly to the Burrow."

Vernon finally stepped forward. "Wait, are you one of those freaks. If I had known I would never let you into my house. The boy is enough." He growled.

A more drastic change had never been seen. Her eyes turned from sweet and loving to sadistic and almost satanic. "A what? How DARE you?" She advanced on his uncle. "Listen you blinkered (1) idiot. If I find out that you have done more than insult this boy. You will pay dearly." She removed her wand.

Petunia screamed and covered Dudley.

"Don't you dare use that thing in this house." But Vernon didn't sound so sure of himself anymore.

Harry was reminded when another wizard had come in and scared the Dursley's like this. He smiled when he thought of Hagrid. One of his best friends and someone he kind of saw as an adoptive uncle and looked up to, literally.

"Sod Off Dursley." She pointed her wand at herself. "Finite Incantatum." A light blue light surrounded her ears. When it dissipated her ears were slightly pointed.

Again Petunia screamed and tried to pull Dudley out of the room. But he kept resisting wanting to see the strange woman.

Vernon's mouth was hanging open.

Harry was also a bit surprised. Even though he had expected it there are things that will always surprise you.

"How dare you do that…that stuff in my home?"

"You know Dursley I really don't care what you feel like. You're just lucky that I don't have much of a temper. You better hope that the other protectors are as understanding as I am. Come on Harry, let's get your stuff." She led the boy to his room. After last year the Dursleys had decided that locking his trunk in the cupboard under the stairs was probably not the best idea. "Okay. Let's get these shrunk." She shrunk his trunk, broom and Hedwig's cage and stuck them in her pocket.

"Hedwig girl meet us at the Burrow alright." He ran his hand down her back. She nibbled his finger lightly in understanding and took off.

"Let's go. Everyone's expecting us." She held her hand out and he touched the ball. She muttered a few words and he felt the familiar hook behind the navel feeling.

Ron waited in his family's kitchen. He knew that Harry would be arriving soon. And he couldn't wait to see his friend again. He was also excited to learn that Harry would be staying with him through the rest of the summer. But who was this woman that had arrived here today? His parents had been called to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, and when they returned there was a strange woman with them. She was beautiful, almost unearthly. He had never seen her before.

There was a tapping noise at the window. He looked up to see a snowy white owl sitting on their window sill. "Oh, hey there Hedwig." He slid it open, having to yank slightly when it stuck a bit. "Haven't seen you in a while girl." He patted her head and she hooted softly. "Does this mean Harry will be arriving soon?" She hooted again.

Right then Harry and Delphine showed up in the kitchen.

"Harry mate!" Ron cried and tackled his friend. Which didn't take much considering his six foot one and half inch frame compared to Harry's five foot six.

"Oh, Ron it's probably not a good idea to kill your best friend." George piped up after hearing the commotion in the kitchen and checking on the cause. He pulled his little brother off Harry. Except that Ron wasn't so little now and was almost as tall as his brother. All the Weasley's were tall. Well that wasn't exactly true. All the Weasley men were tall the women were actually average size. Or at least Mrs. Weasley was. He wasn't so sure about Ginny. For now she seemed average. Of course there weren't that many Weasley women to compare to. Mr. Weasley was one of three brothers. And there hadn't been another female born into the Weasley family in many generations. Ginny had been the first. Or at least that's the story Mr. Weasley told him.

"Thanks George." Harry smiled and brushed himself off.

George was a bit taken aback. Most people when they saw the two of them couldn't tell if it was Fred or George. But Harry never seemed have a problem. Bloody amazing it was.

"Hey, I wasn't going to hurt him." Ron gripped.

"Uh huh, right Ron." George messed up his brother's fiery hair.

"Ah, George, but I am going to kill you." He growled and chased his brother out of the kitchen.

Harry just smiled and shook his head. Sometimes he wondered how any of the Weasley children lived to puberty.

"Harry, is that you?" Came the quiet voice from the door leading to the yard.

He poked his head around Delphine and spotted a small red headed female. She had her hair up in a ponytail and wore dirt covered dungarees (2).

"Ginny." He greeted and rounding the elf he grabbed the young girl in his arms. Then letting her go he stood back and looked her over. No matter what most people might think of teenage girls in dungarees he couldn't help but think she looked rather cute. He brushed a little dirt off her shoulder and laughed. "What have you been doing?"

She blushed but smiled none the less. "Oh you know chores. It was my turn to degnome the garden. Bloody buggers just won't go away stupid arses."

"Ginevra Weasley, you watch your mouth." There was no mistaking that voice.

"Good morning Mrs. Weasley." Harry turned to greet his surrogate mother.

"Good morning Harry dear. Have you had breakfast? You're looking a little peakish. Probably not, come here and I'll cook you up something." She dragged him to the table and forced him to sit down. While she took her wand out and with a few waves some eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and pancakes started cooking. She also poured him a large glass of milk.

His emerald eyes just kept becoming wider and wider behind his black rimmed glasses. She did realize that she was cooking enough for an army? But then he was famished. The Dursley's were trying Dudley on another diet. Of course it wasn't working because he would just take his pocket money to the shops and buy whatever sweets he wanted. But Harry, who did not get any pocket money, had to settle for the rice cakes and sparse fruit that were available.

He heard something at the other door and saw Ron stick his head in. He recognized the look on his friends face. The boy was hungry again. He really couldn't tell how Ron didn't look like Dudley sometimes. He ate more than three people his size. Smiling he sat down next to his friend.

Ginny nodded and removed herself to get cleaned up.

Delphine just stood by the window petting Hedwig. She really didn't mind being forgotten. They had the rest of the summer and Harry needed this time with his adoptive family.