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Uninvited Visitors

The ride home was extremely tense. Mr. Weasley tried to force polite conversation of which the Dursleys would have no part. Mrs. Weasley sat cross-armed with her lips prused almost as tight as Aunt Petunia's. Ron and Hermione were too worried that Uncle Vernon would start shouting again that they didn't talk at all. They didn't want anything that loud in that close of a proximity. Harry and Ginny were too busy trying to avoid each other's eye, while trying to avoid getting caught staring each at the other at the same time. Dudley was so terrified of the company in which he found himself in that he could hardly breathe. He was leaning so hard against the car door trying to get as far as possible away from the Weasleys and Hermione that the car threatened to tip on its side.

A long thirty minutes later, the gravel crunched in the driveway as they pulled into Number 4. The Dursleys jumped quickly from the car and ran into the house and locked the door.

"There! At least that will slow them down! Nasty little..uggh!" Uncle Vernon began. However, Mr. Weasley appeared with a little 'pop' right infornt of him.

"Well! I see that the place hasn't changed!" he said brightly. "I'll just let the kids in, then." Mr. Weasley walked over and unlocked the door. Harry drug his trunk over the threashold, grinning, followed by Ron, limping slightly and blushing furiously. Hermione and Ginny, both of whom were red in the face also, brought up the rear.

"Why the red faces, you lot?" This was the first time Mrs. Weasley had said anything since the train station.

"Nothing," Ron mumbled quickly and pushed his way past Harry, toward the stairs. Hermione followed, blushing redder than Harry had ever seen her before.

"Well, what was that about?" Mr. Weasley asked Harry and Ginny. Ginny burst out in a fit of giggles as she explained.

"Well, Ron decided he would be a gentleman and help Hermione with her trunk. He insisted on it. And when he pulled it out of the car, he wasn't looking at what he was doing." She looked pointedly up the stairs so there was no mistaking just what exactly Ron had been looking at.

"What happened?" Mr. Weasley prodded.

"Didn't you see him limp? He dropped her trunk on his foot, then he tripped over his own trunk and fell right on his bum! It was so funny!" Ginny snorted amid a fresh batch of giggles. Harry couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was when she laughed, how her eyes sparkled, how her face lighted up...

"Hello...Harry...are you in there?"

"Wha..."

"Honestly, Harry! Dad just asked you a question. Weren't you listening?" Ginny asked, still red-cheeked.

Flirting. Good sign, Harry thought to himself. No! She'll only get hurt!

"Sorry Mr. Weasley. I got distracted. What did you say?"

"That's quite alright, Harry," Mr. Weasley didn't miss just what had distracted Harry. "If you'll just show us the way to your room, we'll get started."

"Get started on what exactly?" bellowed Uncle Vernon. Everyone jumped, they had almost forgot that the Dursleys were there at all.

"I am going to magically expand Harry's room to accomidate Ron and Hermione. Unless you have two spare bedrooms?"

"No we do not!"

"Well, then," said Mr. Weasley pulling out his wand. The Dursleys went wide-eyed and made a quick get away into the dining room. "Shall we?"

Harry lead the way up the stairs, followed by Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley brought up the rear with Harry's trunk floating in front of his raised wand.

Harry stopped at the door and looked in. Hermione was sitting on Harry's bed, looking out the window. Ron was staring near the door, staring at Hermione. Hermione turned her head slightly and looked at Ron, who immeiately shifted his gaze to the desk against the wall. Harry cleared his throat to announce his presence, making Ron, who had his back to the door, jump.

"Harry! You scared me to death! What are you doing, sneaking up on me like that?" demanded Ron.

"You're a bit jumpy today, aren't you?" Ginny asked, pushing past Harry into the room.

"Hush it, you," Ron snapped. Harry could almost feel the heat coming from Ron's flushed face.

"Well, this isn't going to do, now is it?"

Mrs. Weasley had just stepped into the room.

"What won't do?" asked Mr. Weasley. He had left the truck out on the landing. It was a good thing too, in Harry's opinion. His room was getting rather cramped with two trunks, two owls, a cat, four Weasleys, Hermione and himself inside.

"Well, it is a rather tight squeeze. Let me see," said Mr. Weasely, pulling out his wand and looking around. "Yes, I think so. Just an expansio!" he said loudly to the room in general, while making a big sweeping motion with his wand.

The walls began to push back, rumbling, while more walls and door frames began to pop up out of nowhere. The window exanded and became a solid door. Harry's bed was swallowed by the door, out of sight. Harry's desk still sat infornt of the door that had been the window. Just as suddenly as the rumbling had began, it stopped. Harry looked around at what was once his room. There were four new doors along the walls, two on each side, that Harry only assumed were bedrooms.

"Well, that should do, don't you think? It should be big enough for the three of you for a while," said Mr. Weasley. "What do you think, Molly?"

"Well, there certainly enough room, but I think it needs a homey touch." With that she took out her wand, strolled over to each door in turn, spoke her incantations, and emerged again looking pleased with herself.

Harry walked over to the door that now had a sign on it that said Harry. His bed had been placed against the wall and his desk now sat beside it. It basically looked the same as before, except the window was in a different place. Hedwig sat on top of his wardrobe in her cage, asleep. Not bad, Harry thought to himself. Not bad at all. Mr. Weasley appeared at his shoulder, trunk in toe.

"Where do you want this, Harry?"

"Oh! Just over there by the bed thanks. This room is great, Mr. Weasley. Thank you."

"Don't mention it, Harry, don't mention it," replied Mr. Weasley, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "No trouble at all. Would you like to see the rest of the rooms?" he asked, gesturing toward the door.

Harry left his room and turned to the next door, right beside his. Ron was in the doorway, smiling widely. Harry didn't need the sign on the door that said Ron to know to whom it belonged. The whole room was colored bright orange. Ron's moving, faded, orange, Cannon-covered bed was sitting in the corner and a stand was sitting beside it with his fat toad and Pig's cage sitting on it. A wardrobe sat in the other corner with Ron's clothes pouring out of it.

"What do you think, Ron?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Did I make it feel like home?"

"Yeah, Mum. I think it's great. Thanks," he said, and actually hugged his mother.

Harry left them to their exploration of Ron's room and walked across what was once his room to the door marked Hermione. Hermione and Ginny were sitting on a bed in the middle of the room that had a canopy hanging from the celing. Almost everything in this room was a light shade of lavender, including the walls. There were tables on either side of the bed and a hansome wardorbe against one wall. A large, plush purple pillow lay at the foot of the bed for Crookshanks.

The talking stopped abruptly when the girls saw Harry in the doorway.

"Wow, Hermione. You're room is very... purple," Harry finished lamely.

"Er...thanks, Harry," Hermione said. "It was very sweet of Mrs. Weasley to think of summoning my things from home, wasn't it, Harry?...Harry?"

"Humgh?" Harry was only half listening. Ginny was sitting on edge of Hermione's bed staring straight at him, unblinking. He could feel the monster stirring in him again. He still felt for Ginny, he still wanted her. He hated himself for pushing her away and he knew she must be hurting. But this was how it was supposed to be. He would not be the one to put her in danger. But...she looked so beautiful with her long, firey hair flowing over her shoulder and her deep chocolate eyes set boldly on Harry.

"I said isn't nice that Mrs. Weasley thought to summon things from my bedroom at home," repeated Hermione, pulling Harry somewhat out of his reverie.

"Yeah. That's nice," Harry replied, distractedly.

"I think I'll go see what Ron's room looks like," Hermione said, getting up. She walked out of the room, smiling, leaving Harry and Ginny quite alone.

Ginny had not broke her gaze from Harry. He kept his eyes on her as well. His monster was talking to him, telling him to do things that his brain knew better than to listen to. He missed the moments alone spent snogging in dark corners. He missed staring into her big chocloate eyes and the endearing freckles that dusted the bridge of her nose. He missed how her smooth hand fit snuggly in his own. He wondered if she missed him like he missed her. The look she was giving him now said she did. But as he watched her face, the expression started to change. The light in her eyes was dimming and the happy look in them was swiftly fleeting. A saddness filled them now and she turned her gaze away to look at the floor. Harry knew she was hurting. He knew when he broke things off with her that she would be upset, but it didn't occur to him how much it would hurt her. Now he wondered if he did the right thing. He had had this thought several times since he broke up with her. Who was he really protecting? Her he told himself, it's all for her.

"So! How do you like the place, Harry?"

Mrs. Weasley had appeared in the door, beaming.

"It's great, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you so much. I really appreciate what you've done. And Mr. Weasley, too."

"Don't thank me, thank Ron and Hermione. They are the ones who thought up this little adventure."

"I will. But all the same, thank you. For everything," Harry said, hugging Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley squeezed Harry so hard that he thought he would burst. He expected nothing less from her 'Mum-Weasley' bear hugs. He didn't expect the whisper in his ear, "I love you, Harry. You're one of my own."

"I love you, too," Harry whispered back. "Mum."

Harry felt Mrs. Weasley tighten her arms around him (which he would have thought impossible) when she heard what he called her. When she finally released him and he noticed her eyes were very shiney.

"Well, Molly, Ginny, we had better be on our way, let these three get settled," Mr. Weasley said from outside the door. Harry noticed that Ginny looked rather sullen when she heard this, though she didn't let her parents see. When everyone was back in the original part of what had been Harry's room, Harry noticed it had been filled with a table at one end and four comfortable chairs. (The fourth one, Mr. Weasley explained, was for company. Though Harry knew for a fact that non of the Dursleys would be dropping in to see how they were.) The fouth new door was a loo for them to use so they wouldn't have to go into the rest of the house so much. "There is only one thing left to do."

Mr. Weasley turned to an empty stretch of wall. "Pyromortorus!" A hansom brick fireplace appeared in the wall.

"I owled a friend in the Floo Department of the Ministry and had him connect the house so we could visit each other. It only goes to the Burrow, but you shouldn't be going anywhere else anyway."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley. You and Mrs. Weasely have done so much for me. I don't know how to repay you," Harry confessed humbly.

"It's no bother, Harry," smiled Mr. Weasley, waving his hands through the air as to say it was nothing. "That's what families do. Right?" he asked Harry.

Harry smiled. He had long since thought of the Weasleys as his real family. But to hear them actually say it, he felt like he had come home. "Yeah, that's what families do."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley dissapeared with a flash of green flames after hand shakes and hugs all around. Ginny said good-bye to Ron and Hermione, hugging them both. When it was Harry's turn to say his farewell, Hermione grabbed Ron by the arm and started to drag him away.

"What are you doing?" demaned Ron.

"I...want to see your room," she replied.

"But you already have!"

"Well, then... I want to show you mine."

"But I've already..."

"Just shut up and come with me!" Hermione said. With a final pull, she forced a blushing Ron through her door and shut it behind them.

When Harry turned back to Ginny, she already had a hand full of Floo Powder and was facing the grate.

"Ginny wait! Aren't you going to say good-bye?" Harry asked, hurt.

"No, Harry. Saying good-bye to you hurts. I have never," she put particular emphasis on this word, "wanted to say good-bye to you." She turned toward the grate and lifted her hand to throw in the powder. Harry grabbed her wrist.

When she truned back around, there were unshed tears shining in her eyes. I caused that! I caused her tears! I made her cry! Harry thouht to himself.

"What do you want, Harry? Please just tell me so that I'm clear."

"I want...I want..." Harry rambled, knowing very well that he wanted her and only her. Her to be in his life, her to hold him when he was down and smile at him everyday and to steal kisses when no one is looking. "I just want you to be happy."

"I was happy, Harry. I was happy with you." With that, she kissed his cheek, threw her powder into the fireplace and vanished in a whirl of green flames.