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Arrival at The Burrow

The trip to The Burrow was the best Harry had ever had. Fred and George showed them new products they were considering for their joke shop, one of which was an egg that bounced around the interior of the car and caused Mr Weasley to pull over on the motorway.

Hermione was absolutely shocked that Ginny had got two Trolls in her OWL, and reprimanded Harry for 'distracting' her at the end of term when she could have been revising.

"She might have scraped an A in Divination if you had only left her alone for a bit." She scolded Harry.

By the time they had arrived at The Burrow, Harry was extremely cheerful, and eager to try some of Mrs Weasley's cooking. So he was very surprised to be greeted by her in a cold and formal way, when she greeted Hermione with enthusiasm.

"Hermione, wonderful to see you again. You should really get an owl, the only way we can hear from you is return from Ron's letters."

"You could borrow Hedwig if you like." Harry suggested.

"Yes, well I'm not sure she would be wanting that one." Mrs Weasly said, icily.

When she gave Harry a very cold look, and turned to go back inside, he turned to Mr Weasley for some explanation, but he looked just as confused as Harry felt.

That night at dinner, Mrs Weasley gave Harry only one helping of food, whereas she usually took advantage of the Dursley's ill treatment of him to force him to eat four helpings of everything, and took away his dessert before he was quite finished.

He voiced his fears to Hermione before bed.

"I don't know what's up with her. She's normally really friendly to you." She replied.

"I know." Harry pondered, thinking about what he could have done to offend Mrs Weasly. Maybe he had inadvertently stepped in something and spread it over her kitchen floor. "And what's she got against Hedwig?"

"I have no idea Harry." Hermione sighed. "By the way, would you tell Ronald to knock before coming into my room this summer?"

That morning Harry went down to breakfast after thoroughly checking his clothes for some sort of filth. Still, the only greeting he received from Mrs Weasley was a look that reminded him of Aunt Petunia. Fred and George were in deep conversation with Bill about their shop, and Tonks was talking to Moody about a new hairstyle she was considering. As Harry settled down to his cornflakes he glanced across at Lupin. He looked a lot younger, happier, than he had on the last occasions Harry had seen him. It was probably getting together with Tonks, Harry thought. Smiling to himself, he happened to glance at the Daily Prophet Mr Weasly was reading. The front cover had a picture of two stout witches in bright emerald robes, smiling. It read:

Mrs Broderick and Miss Liverspode went missing last night, on a trip to the London's West End, on an attempt to try and blend in with muggles. They were seen entering the Dominion Theatre at 11 o'clock last night, and were registered entering the theatre. However, they disappeared halfway through Act 2 and have not been seen since. A thorough search is being made of London, and anyone with information regarding the two elderly women we would ask to please come forward.

Mr Weasly caught Harry reading the paper.

"Yes, Amelia Liverspode. Barmy old women, always experimenting in her old shed. Had to arrest her myself once for charming a bar of soap to fly around the neighbourhood singing 'Yankee Doodle'. It's a blessing in disguise, I suppose. If the best story they can come up with for the front page is two witches disappearing, I suppose You-Know-Who's keeping quiet."

"Good news?" Harry asked.

"It's the calm before the storm, Harry. He'll make another move, jumping out of the shadows to take a vital piece of us until finally, we're in checkmate."

Harry gave him a long, hard look.

"Sorry, Ron beat me at chess the other night. How does that boy do it? The can use his pieces like the best…"

"For the last time mum, Harry is not taking advantage of me!"

Harry turned slowly, to see Ginny standing over her mother, fuming. Ron was giving the marmalade a look as if he would like to attack it with a large club, and Tonks was utterly perplexed. Mad-Eye however raised his eyebrows and gave Harry a small smile.

"Ginny, it's quite obvious what he's doing to you. He wants…"

"How would you know? Ginny exploded, and stormed out. Harry made to follow her, but was stopped by Bill.

"You stay away from her." He hissed, and stood up, following Ginny out. Mr Weasley gave Harry and apologetic look and hid behind his newspaper.

That afternoon, when he was sure Mrs Weasley had left, Harry sneaked into Ginny's room.

"Harry, I'm so sorry about mum." Ginny apologized. "She knew about Cho, so when you dumped me, she thought you were just using me up."

"How can she think that?" Harry sat down on the bed next to Ginny.

"I know. I've tried to tell her the truth but she thinks it's just another lie you told me to look noble."

"This is stupid. Should I talk to her?"

"No. She'd rather curse you than look at you right now. Anyway, she liked Dean."

Harry told Ginny about his letter from Slughorn.

"He does have a point you know. Getting away from Voldemort and his Death Eaters was usually luck; you said it yourself. If you take your NEWTS, you'll be able to use some better curses against him."

"But that's a whole other year to wait." Harry said. "Who knows what sort of damage Voldemort could do by then?"

"Well…" Ginny took Harry's hand. "Whether Voldemort knows about us or not, I don't want to lose you."

Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss Ginny. His face was right up close to hers when he felt a sharp prick in the back of his neck. It flew down his spine, and Harry fell to the floor, unconscious.

"What did you do to him, mum?"

"It was just a little Copernicus charm. It didn't hurt him…"

"That much."

"You really have to make things up with Harry. You did say he was like another son to you."

"Yes, well there are too many sons in this house at the moment. Come on; let's leave him to it. Hermione, see if you can wake him up."

Harry heard the sounds of footsteps and the door closing. He risked opening one eye.

"Is she gone?"

"Yes." Hermione sighed. "You have to make things up with her, Harry. She'll be putting poison in your pumpkin juice next."

The next days of the summer were the worst he had spent at the Burrow. Mrs Weasley didn't let him out of the house, and scolded him for staying inside all day long. Bill was getting annoyed about the Copernicus charm on the house as well. Whenever Fleur came round, they couldn't so much as snuggle up on the sofa.

"Eet is unacceptable." She burst out one day. "Bill und I are getting married een a week, and ve cannot even kiss. Molly is far to suspicious of you, Harry."

The preparations of the wedding were getting underway. Lupin was to be Best Man, and Fred and George were to be Ring Bearers. Charlie had also come home for the remaining week and a half of the holidays. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had all received their lists of equipment, and Mrs Weasley had gone to Diagon Alley to collect their things. Harry had to watch out for her. If he were caught so much as looking at Ginny, he would be reprimanded so sharply that Harry felt he was back at the Dursley's. Finally, the day of the Wedding came.

"At least I have some decent Dress Robes to wear." Ron said to Harry as they put on their Dress Robes. Harry's jus fit him, as it had been 3 years since he had worn them last. Ron's fitted him perfectly, as Hermione had performed a tricky little engorgement charm on it. They all lined up in front of the fireplace when they were ready to leave. First Ron, then George, then Charlie took a pinch of Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace, instantly being whisked away into the emerald flames. Harry then took a fingerful and threw it into the fire.

"We're going to Longtail Chapel, Harry." Mr Weasly said kindly, but stopped after a sharp look from Mrs Weasly. Harry got the impression that she hoped he would end up somewhere in Bristol. He stepped into the fire and said, clearly "Longtail Chapel."

He felt the familiar sensation of being sucked down a giant plughole. He closed his eyes tight and tucked his elbows in. Finally he felt his feet hit stone as he landed in the grate. He opened his eyes and stepped out. He was greeted by a marble courtyard filled with bustling Witches and Wizards. At then end of the courtyard stood a small stone chapel with large oak doors wide open, letting in the various guests.

"Weasley or DeLacour?"

Harry spun round to see an official looking Wizard dressed in bright purple robes and holding a clipboard and quill.

"Weasley family or DeLacour?" He asked again impatiently.

"Oh… I'm with the Weasleys, but I'm just a friend of the family." Harry replied.

"Right." He wrote something down on his clipboard and pointed his wand at Harry's chest. A red 'W' appeared on his robes.

"You're in seat 162. Hurry along, now!" He ushered Harry away, and went towards a group of foreign-sounding Witches struggling with the complexity a sign that read 'Toilet'.

Harry began to make his way towards the chapel, but two wizards hugged against the wall behind the chapel caught his eye. They were speaking in hushed tones and were frequently looking around to check no one was watching them. Harry hurried to the shadows and pulled out his Invisibility cloak from underneath his robes – he had brought it in case of an emergency - and threw it around himself. He crept over toward them. One had a W on his robes, the other a D. He was speaking in a French accent, and the other in a husky, proper voice.

"…And you're sure he's there?" The Frenchman whispered.

"Positive." Replied the other. "I receive word directly from one of his followers. He's there, in hiding."

"Why doesn't he come out for a direct attack? It would be glorious to have the old power back again."

"With Dumbledore gone he doesn't need to hurry. He has all the time in the world, and a hiding place could prove useful in the future."

"He doesn't need to hide like a cowardly snake!"

"Don't let him hear you badmouthing snakes. He has a certain… attraction toward them."

The hairs on Harry's neck stood up as he realised who they were talking about. He edged closer to hear more, but carelessly stepped on a twig. The two men span around as they heard the sound, but thankfully did not see Harry.

"It is too dangerous here." The Englishman muttered. "Too public. We'll meet again at the usual place."

They moved away from the chapel and blended in with the crowd. A few seconds later, they were gone. Harry took off his invisibility cloak and hid it again under his robes. As he again made his way towards the large oak doors, he pondered the meaning of their conversation. Could a Weasly really become a Death Eater? He supposed that they couldn't all be as friendly as Ron's family, but it was hard for him to accept the fact that one of his relatives was in league with Voldemort. He hurried up the stone steps to tell Ron and Hermione.