Harry Potter and the Sixth Horcrux

Spoiler: All of them maybe? Definitely HBP

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Chapter 3: Trouble and strife

Rain lashed down in the middle of the field. The heavens had opened and although morning had officially just started the sky was completely greyed out with rain clouds. This was where Harry took in his next breath. Harry laughed. This was what he'd prepared himself for, the unpredictability of his destination. Harry stretched skyward and opened his mouth. He'd never really appreciated the rain until then. A quick waterproof charm was all that was needed but Harry was enjoying himself too much. He felt free, the freest he'd ever felt. He wasn't going back to school. And he didn't know how long he would stay at the burrow for. But none of that mattered in that moment; he knew he was going to get wet!

Harry turned to his trunk waterproofed it. A quick levitation charm was uttered and Harry started to walk towards the rickety house on the far hill. On reaching the door he realised that it was quarter past five in the morning. He hadn't meant to come this early but had just acted on an urge to get out of his relatives house and to the Weasley's quickly. He sat on the front step and started to work out his next move. Should he wake them? Who should he wake? How would he wake them? He then had another thought. Harry stood up, looked down and lifted up the door mat. "No… way!" he muttered to himself. "I'm going to have words with them about this!" He picked up the key, let himself in, dried himself off and sat down at the kitchen table. Tiredness kicked in and Harry laid his head in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

"Oh, Harry you look dreadful, let me get you some tea." Harry stirred at a familiar voice.

"Mmm. Thanks Molly." Harry replied groggily. At that the sugar bowl smashed and Harry's head shot up just in time to see Ginny fly out of the room angrily. Harry put his head back in his arms and groaned. "Not good." He then proceeded to drift back off to sleep.

"Oh, Harry you look dreadful, let me get you some tea." Deja vu.

"Not, not good." Harry muttered.

"Oh dear, he must be having a nightmare. He must have been out in the rain too long. Ron! Take him upstairs, I'll get him some pepper up potion." If Harry wasn't awake before then he certainly was now!

"Idonneederpochun!" Harry said quickly. "I'm fine, just a bit of…" Harry looked around and saw Molly, Ron and Hermione all studying him like a science project. "…Never mind." He finished lamely. "We can't start today again, can we?"…Silence… "Didn't think so." He put his head back in his arms again.

"Harry mate! What is up with you! You're a bloody wreck. Come on; let's get you into your bed." Ron was grinning from ear to ear. He obviously thought this whole ordeal was the funniest thing he'd seen all year. Harry could think of nothing to say and let himself be dragged upstairs into Percy's old room, now his room.

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"…he must have been on the sauce mum; I'll bet he was completely hammered ha ha."

"Now Ron, I'm sure it wasn't anything of the sort."

"It's 'cos it's his 17th birthday! It must be that he decided to try old Ogdan's Firewhisky, but it was too hot for him and so he had to run outside in the rain to cool off!" Harry grinned. Ron always cracked him up. He had woken again and was rubbing his eyes while making his way downstairs. The kitchen smelled good, Molly was making lunch. Harry noticed that the Weasley patent clock had been removed from the kitchen. He was surprised about that but then the clock did cause as much stress to Molly as relief. Whenever the Weasley's were in danger; Molly could be guaranteed to go spare.

"I agree with Hermione, he's been through a lot has Harry." That one definitely was Molly Weasley. Harry yawned. Whether he did it naturally or to show that he could hear them, not even he knew really. But either way everyone looked at him.

"Hi guys. Is Ginny about? I need to spe…" He didn't finish the last part as he had been swept into a hug by Molly.

"Happy Birthday Harry, I'm so glad you decided to come today. Ron and Hermione are too, aren't you?" They opened their mouths to confirm but Molly pressed on. "I've made you a nice cake for you and we have presents here and just about everyone has some sort of surprise." She didn't even stop for breath. "I did expect you here a bit later though; obviously the letter 'forced' you to come here early. Although I am glad you managed to find your way in, as it's been a horrible morning, but anyone could have gotten in. You'll have to tell Arthur so that he can fix it, he's good at that." She smiled and Harry took this time to ask the question he'd wanted to ask before Molly managed to effectively sabotage his sentence.

"Yeah, I'll do that and thanks. Umm, is Ginny about? I need to… see her."

"Of course, that's why you were here so early!" Molly smiled. "She's upstairs in her room." Harry saw the sugar bowl hadn't been moved from when he had entered that morning. Maybe he dreamed seeing Ginny that morning. He looked around for his trunk and found that it must have been moved upstairs. "Make sure you two are back down in half an hour as lunch will be ready. Arthur will be back then as well as he's got the rest of the day off."

"And don't think you two are off the hook! I need to have words with you two as well!" Harry said to his friends and with that He took off upstairs to find Ginny, leaving Ron and Hermione to laugh amongst themselves in the Kitchen.

"You don't think he took you seriously Ron, do you?" asked Hermione

"This is Harry we're talking about. Of course he took me seriously." Ron replied

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Harry knocked on Ginny's door. "Ginny are you there?" He called through the door.

"Come in Harry." Ginny replied. She rushed over to him and hugged him and gave him a kiss. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Gin. Umm so how's you?"

"Yeah great, I've been into Diagon Alley to the twins shop. They've got some really cool new stuff in there now. I was thinking we could head out there tomorrow to get things for school, we could make it a proper date." Harry's eyes had glazed and he seemed to be finding the wall really interesting. "Harry? What's going on?" Harry was suddenly feeling awkward. The dream somehow had dampened his feelings towards her. She was just family now. Not just Ron's sister but his sister too. Ginny noticed that he was unresponsive. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm good, a bit distracted, it's nothing really." Harry had suddenly found that he had no idea how to act around her. He readied himself to say to Ginny what was really bothering him. He'd dreaded having to do this, but it wasn't fair on either of them for this to carry on. "Ginny… I… can't go out with you. I know we have been through this before but it's not just me wanting to protect you… It's… I don't know." He finished, his apparent courage suddenly abandoning him.

"Yes you do! Don't lie to me Harry! I won't let you go down that same road that you did when Sirius died!" Ginny stated. The mood suddenly changed. Any talk of Sirius still caused Harry to become defensive. "I asked in the letter if you were ok and tried to get you to talk about it to me, you didn't talk to anyone when Sirius died and you were horrible the rest of the year!"

"Yeah, you seem to have gotten me all figured out! You have done and will do everything you can to stop me making my own decisions!" Harry retaliated

"I apologised for the howler Harry! Don't bring that back up!" Ginny shot back.

"Yeah but you still got what you wanted didn't you? Well I don't need the controlling! Not from you as well!"

"You've found someone else haven't you?" Ginny shouted. She had noticed the necklace around Harry's neck. "Who gave you the necklace Harry? Looks expensive! Not something a regular Weasley girl could ever afford!" With that she stormed out of her room. Harry was going to follow her but he didn't. He just sat there looking at the necklace; he had just realised something about the initials.

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