Harry's glasses had fallen off his face in the tall grass when he had fallen from landing so hard on the ground. He pushed himself up to his knees and felt the ground for them, only seeing endless green blurs. Hermione had gotten to her feet, walking over to Harry she smiled and giggled softly, "Oh Harry." She sighed and reached down for his glasses, holding them out for him.

Harry took them and put them on gratefully, "Heh, thanks Hermione." He pushed himself to his feet.

"Don't mention it." Hermione said and started to the Burrow, Harry followed behind her. Just as she was about to knock on the front door it burst open. Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway. Her cheeks were stained with streams of tears and her eyes were glassy. A frown and sadness replaced her usual rosy cheeks and cheerful disposition.

"H-Harry, Hermione, come in dears, come in," said Mrs. Weasley, herding them inside. She led them to the family room where about half of the Weasley family sat. Harry scanned the room to see Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, and Ginny. His gaze rested on Ginny for a moment. She looked absolutely miserable. Ginny would be going into her sixth year at Hogwarts. Harry and her had been dating only last year when he had to break up with her. Harry had explained to Ginny that he was going after Voldemort and didn't want to put her in any danger. Poor Ginny had been a bit on the down side ever since, but she knew in her heart that Harry was only trying to protect her.

The Weasleys looked at Harry and Hermione in silence. They looked as if the two had already died and were at their funerals looking down at their peaceful corpses. It gave Harry an uneasy feeling in his stomach, he was sure Hermione felt it too. Mr. Weasley was first to move. He stood up and shook Harry's hand in greeting for what seemed likle a minute or two. "Harry, may I speak to you for a moment?" he asked in a soft and mellow tone.

Harry looked at him and nodded. He let Mr. Weasley lead him to the back door and into the backyard. Harry remembered when he had spent some of his summer time in past years playing Quidditch with Fred, George, and Ron. Back when he wasn't as responsible for the Wizarding World. Back when his main worries were getting homework completed and looking good in front of Cho Chang. No, Harry had never been fully relaxed growing up at Hogwarts, but he always had some sort of protection with Dumboldore there. Now that Dumboldore has passed on, who was his protector and whom did he turn to for guidance? The answer was simple, no one. All his lessons and lectures from teachers and all the adventures he, Ron, and Hermione have had would be nothing compared to the task ahead.

Mr. Weasley did not make any eye contact with Harry; instead he looked around the yard and took a deep breath, "Harry, you do realize the dangers you're about to go into, I'm sure. I've been listening for any word on his whereabouts and been trying to see Scimgeour and tell him of your upcoming journey, but he 'will simply not allow it'. He said that he refuses to let the Wizarding world rest on three seventeen year old wizard's shoulders." He took a very long pause, "We must all be strong now. We know what we know and must embrace our teachings, Harry. Remember that." Harry nodded and looked at him, feeling there was more. Mr. Weasley reached into his pocket; "This letter came for you this morning. It was delivered by Fawkes." He said and turned to go back inside as Harry took the envelope.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said and he stopped and looked back at him, "I… I really do appreciate this… Everything that you've done for me, thanks." He said, very choppy, it was hard to express how much he appreciated what the entire Weasley family had done for him over the years.

Mr. Weasley nodded, "Were always here for you Harry." He said and walked back into the house.

Harry stood outside, taking in what Mr. Weasley had just said. His feeling of being alone lifted slightly. He wasn't alone. Even now when he is getting ready to go after Voldemort, Ron and Hermione were going with him. A worry struck Harry right in his heart. What would he do if Ron and Hermione were killed? What if Draco Malfoy told Voldemort who his dearest friends were and he killed them off? Harry's hand trembled at the thought of Ron and Hermione lying on the ground, soulless eyes gazing up at the sky. He felt something in his trembling hand, the letter. He had forgotten all about it. Slowly, he opened it and read it silently.

'Harry,

Dumbledore and 'Padfoot' both wanted you to be as safe as possible. We want to ensure their last wishes for you. Tonks and I have gathered some people to come to Hogwarts before start of term. Please come with Ron and Hermione, it's very important we all see you three before you depart. Ask Molly for some Floo powder and go to Dumbledore's old office. We'll be in the Great Hall waiting for you. See you, Ron, and Hermione soon.

Mooney'

Harry read and reread the letter. He knew it was from Lupin, but why was it so important he, Ron, and Hermione go to Hogwarts? He pondered this before going back inside.

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Ron had entered the family room with the other Weasley's and Hermione. Harry looked at him as he entered. Ron's face was pale; he looked as if he were sick, just like in their second year when Ron accidentally cursed himself to puke up slugs instead of Malfoy. Again the uneasy feeling squirmed in his stomach. The letter remained clenched in his hand and Ron noticed it. "What've you got there Harry?" he asked, breaking the dead silence and walked over to him, taking the letter and reading it. Hermione read it over his shoulder.

"He want's us to go to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded and turned to Mrs. Weasley, "Lupin want's us to go to Hogwarts before we go… We need some Floo powder." He said, sparing a glance at Ginny whose eyes began to tear.

"Yes, of course dear. Fred, George, do you mind?" The twins stood and walked into the kitchen to fetch the powder. They returned and put a small pot of it in a holder on the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley gave each one of them a rib-squeezing hug. Mr. Weasley hugged Ron and shook Harry and Hermione's hand. Fred and George bid them farewell, as did Ginny. She had stopped in front of Harry, looking at him as if searching for something to say.

"Ginny, I…" Harry started, but before he could get another word out, Ginny was hugging him and sobbing. He blinked, not expecting that reaction. Mrs. Weasley walked over and gently pulled Ginny away from Harry.

"Shh, calm down Ginny, calm down dear." Said Mrs. Weasley, trying to comfort her daughter. Ginny broke free from her mother's gentle grasp and ran out of the room. Harry looked after her and frowned as did Ron and Hermione. Harry looked at them; Ron had an innocent, yet sad look upon his facial features and Hermione looked at the fireplace.

"We should go," Harry said at last. Hermione got some Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace, obviously wanting to leave.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy! Dumbledore's office!" She said loud and clear. Just as she had finished speaking her body was engulfed in green flames. In a matter of moments nothing was left but a few ashes. Ron went next. He got a hand full of Floo powder and did the same as Hermione.

Harry took his powder and looked at the Weasleys one more time. He gazed around the Burrow one more time, eyes landing on the special clock Mrs. Weasley kept on the wall. Ron's tab had moved to 'School', but Harry knew it would not stay on 'School', it might even move to 'Grave Danger'. He gulped and cleared his throat so he wouldn't mess up what he was going to say. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy! Dumbledore's office!"

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