Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter the fabulous JK Rowling does but if any of you would be kind enough to buy me the rights I'd really like that. Just kidding no one has to feel the need to buy me the rights but reviewing is nice. Just enjoy reading my story that's all I really ask.
(A/N) Sorry to Jordan I forgot to put your name in the dedication in the last chappy I'm sooooooooo sorry please forgive me…… Sorry that it took so long to update but I had writer's block. Anyway on with the story.
"I suppose you'll all be staying the night then?" asked Mrs Weasley when they got down into the kitchen.
"If that's alright by you?" asked Nat using his famous grin once more.
"Why of course Nathaniel you know you're always welcome here and what about you Harry dear?"
Harry had taken up a seat at the table next to Ginny and was now staring off into space.
"Harry dear? Will you be staying the night?" the words didn't register for the second time.
"Harry?" Ginny nudged him, breaking his trance.
He shook his head making his messy hair even more so. "That would be great Mrs Weasley,"
"Right I best get dinner on then. Nat you can peel the spuds,"
Nat forced a grin and rolled his eyes at the others making them laugh.
"Of course Mrs Weasley anything to help,"
"Your such a good boy. I wish the twins were like that. I could've used their help around the house on more than one occasion,"
Mr Weasley who had been quiet until now spoke up "Actually Molly I have them cleaning up the back shed right now,"
"Really? Well what do you know?" she handed Nat a bucket, knife and a pile of potatoes.
He lumbered over to a chair "flopped" down and began peeling.
Just then there was a large "BOOM!" from the back shed.
"I knew it wouldn't last," sighed Mrs Weasley.
Mr Weasley looked both shocked and enraged.
Harry, Ginny and Nat watched with amusement as Fred and George came out of the shed cover in soot, smoke billowing out of the shed behind them.
The two made their way up to the back door clumsily; they looked as if they were drunk.
When they entered the kitchen both of Mr and Mrs Weasley turned to face them with looks of dismay on their faces.
"Before you say anything," said Fred.
"This one wasn't really our fault," finished George.
"Oh really? And pray tell who is responsible for this?" inquired Mrs Weasley as she pointed to the twins and then to the smoking back shed.
"Well us. Sort of,"
"It was our past selves really. I had forgotten we had that stash back there. Did you forget about it Fred?"
"Yeah I did. Bloody brilliant hiding spot if I do say so myself,"
"Although dangerous. I mean what were we thinking putting that much in a box and stashing it in the loft; in an invisible box no less,"
"We were young and ambitious. Blinded by impending mischief," joked Fred.
"Well I don't care what you were. Get yourselves cleaned up and clean up whatever exploded in there. And no I don't what to know what it was," commanded Mrs Weasley.
As the twins were heading up to the bathroom George stopped in front of Nat.
"By the way mate. You're of age now you can peel those things using magic. Or did you forget that you're a wizard?"
Nat smiled sheepishly and took out his wand.
"That's enough from you George! Go and get clean and ready for dinner!"
The twins continued up the stairs without another word.
Soon Mrs Weasley had Harry, Ginny and Mr Weasley all helping out with dinner. It was only 2pm, just after lunch, but she insisted that they get a head start on the roast.
"If I'm going to have a roast to feed the lot of you I'll need a few hours to cook it,"
"Whatever you say Mum," muttered Ginny.
Harry smiled, it was good to be back with everyone again he had missed them all, living on his own. But if everything went according to plan he wouldn't be living alone for much longer.
Hermione was moaning in her sleep, she had broken into a hot sweat beneath the sheets. Ron summoned a cool compress and lay in on her forehead.
He sat there holding her hand and stroking her hair.
He couldn't stop blaming himself.
It was all my fault, if I had just insisted on her staying home…but what is done is done he thought to himself all I can do now is be here for her.
The positive re-enforcement didn't work he just couldn't get the self-blame out of his head.
Why did this have to happen when their lives had all been relatively smooth?
It seemed as if fate's cruel grip was never going to leave the five of them alone.
Ron remembered back to that spring when he had given her the ring.
That day had been perfect; a cloudless azure sky, green fields stretching out all around them, and Hermione spinning around laughing, the sun making her hair into a shining halo surrounding her head.
He had been so happy that day, happier than he had ever been before, happier than he would probably be ever again.
As the twins were heading to their old bedroom to get cleaned up they came upon Ron with Hermione.
Fred sensing the trouble he could stir up started to head into the room.
George however looked over at his younger brother by the bed and grabbed Fred by the shirt collar and dragged him down the hallway.
"Hey! Boofhead! Let go, I can walk for myself thankyou,"
"I thought you were about to pay out on Ron,"
"So what if I was? Since when have you been against it?"
"Come on Fred, he's distraught. He loves her. We shouldn't mess with him, at least not for now. The poor blighter is going through a real rough patch,"
"Yeah. I 'spose your right," George walked over and examined himself in the mirror. "Blimey! We look a sight don't we?"
"Talk for yourself heathen,"
"Who are you calling heathen, Freddy?"
"Race you to the bathroom!"
"I'll get there first!"
"Not if I apparate!" And Fred disappeared with a "Pop!" just before George tackled the spot where he had been standing.
George landed with a loud thud on the ground.
"Fred Weasley! You dirty rotten cheater!" George yelled into thin air.
Just then Fleur came into the room holding the wide-eyed Yvette in her arms.
"Vat iz going on in 'ere Jeorge? Are you talk-king to you self ageen?" asked Fleur with amusement as George picked himself up off the floor.
"No!" said George a little too quickly.
"Vell if you say so," Fleur looked him up and down.
"Oh la la… quel horreur! Jeorge vat 'ave you two bean up to?" inquired Fleur, not hiding the disgust in her voice.
"Attempting to clean out the damned back shed if you must know,"
"Vell that explainz zit. 'Owever pleez do not uze zat kind of language around my daughter s'il vous plait. I don't vant 'er to grow up wis a dirtee mind like 'er two uncles," She turned and left the room.
George pulled a face at her as she left.
"She may be pretty. But far out is she annoying!" George muttered to himself.
Fleur floated into the kitchen still holding the little Yvette in her arms.
She seemed to silently demand everyone's attention the second she walked into a room.
""Onestlee Jeorge is a strange one," stated Fleur as she moved to put Yvette in her highchair. The baby made a gurgling noise.
"Ohhhh aren't you soooo cute!" cooed Ginny who was sitting next to the highchair over seeing the magical chopping and peeling of carrots.
"And vat 'ave zey done now?" asked Nat in a mock French accent.
"No Nat you need to speak mor from zee back of zee throughte. Like I am doing now," demonstrated Fleur taking his mimicking of her as a serious moment for a French lesson.
"Répétition après moi Nathaniel,"
"Wha?"
"Do not woree,"
"What has George done now Fleur?" asked Mrs Weasley.
"He was lying on zee floor yelling into sin aire; sometimes I woree about 'im Molly. And 'is language oh la la…"
Just at that moment Sarah came bursting through the back door.
Nat stood bolt upright and rushed over to her in alarm.
"Sarah what's wrong? I thought you were upstairs or something…"
"I went to the ministry to check up on a few things. And well…Harry I think its best if we have a talk outside,"
"Um ok," Harry walked out into the garden looked bewildered. And as Sarah turned to follow him Nat grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"What is this all about? Sarah, tell me…what is going on?"
Despair filled Sarah's eyes as she gazed into Nathaniel's stark blue ones that contrasted his mahogany hair.
She leaned into him and put her mouth right next to his ear.
"Its happening again Nat. They've found him…" she whispered lightly to him her voice etched with the terror that her eyes showed.
Nat looked at her startled and nodded.
With one mournful glance in his direction Sarah darted out into the garden to join Harry.
Sarah approached Harry slowly. He looked scared at what he was going to hear from her lips.
Nat just stood there transfixed, gazing out the window as Sarah spoke to Harry.
He watched as Harry's face showed shock, understanding, terror, anger and finally determination.
(A/N) How was that? A bit short I know but now that I am back into the swing of things updating may come quicker. Please review because I like to know what people think. So until the next chapter.