CHAPTER 9 Home Sweet Home

Harry's cries started becoming louder by the minute. But no one beside his friends could hear him. They were happy that he was finally expressing his feelings in front of them. He had to stop bottling up his feelings. It just wasn't healthy.

Harry did not want to move from Ginny's chest. He wasn't a pervert or anything of the sort, he was just very comforted by her. Harry didn't know why and he didn't care. As long as she was here now, he was happy.

His cries softened a bit and he became more relaxed. Hermione's eyes started to fill with tears as she looked upon her best friend's face. She couldn't stand to see her best mate in this state. When Sirius had died, Harry kept his emotions to himself and didn't show his friends. Hermione had wished he did.

Ron looked down at the teen that was like a brother. His face was cringed and a bright red. Tears were on top of tears as Ginny rocked his best mate back and forth. Ron couldn't imagine what he was feeling. He looked at the ruins and silently wished that there was someway to help him. If only he could bring back the old house back to the way it was supposed to be.

Every since he could remember, Ron was jealous of Harry. He was famous, good-looking, athletic, and a babe magnetic. Yet, Harry never wanted it. He refused it and anyone who treated him differently because of it. Harry hated being famous for something that destroyed his entire life. But he accepted it and never gave a damn about being famous and lived his life.

Ron was ashamed of himself for being jealous of Harry. If anything, Harry should be jealous of him. Ron had everything Harry wanted. He had a family who loved him beyond imagined and he had normalness. All Harry wanted was a family who loved him, butt he wasn't even lucky enough to get that.

Hermione knelt next to Harry and she began to rub his back in circular motions and Ron hugged him. They usually would never express their emotions, it was too awkward, but they didn't care. It made both Ron and Harry feel better. It was a wonderful feeling to know someone cared about you.

After a few minutes, Harry lifted his head and stood up, startling his friends. Even though he felt comforted, Harry was ashamed about showing his emotions in front of his friends. Every since he was a young child, he was told not to cry in front of anyone. But right now he could give a damn about what the Dursleys said or did.

"Well, I think we spent enough time here. We should find a place to stay," said Harry as one last tear fell from his bright green eyes. His friends stood up next to him. "Do you guys have any idea where we should go?"

Ginny looked at Harry concerned. "Harry, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Now we have to find a place to live," replied Harry frustrated.

Hermione looked up with a little smile on her pale face. "I know a place, but it needs to be fixed up a bit."

"Great. Where?" asked Harry. "Please, tell me it's not Grimmauld Place."

"No of course not. I say we stay right here," replied Hermione.

"Hermione, whether you've noticed or not, the house has been destroyed," retorted Ginny. She felt sympathy towards her boyfriend and didn't want to give him false hopes that he might be able to live in the house his parents did. Besides how were they going to live in a pile of ash and burnt wood?

"I know that. It's just, I brought a couple of spell books with me so we could learn new spells and I think I remember reading a charm on reconstruction," responded Hermione taking no notice in Ginny's tone.

"Harry, give me my trunk." Harry pulled out the smaller version of Hermione's trunk out of his pocket.

She restored the trunk to its normal size and searched through the contents. After a few minutes of frantic searching, she pulled out a large, orange, charms book. The other three looked curiously and anxiously over her shoulder as she searched quickly through the book to find what she was looking for.

Hermione felt as if she needed to find this charm. This could restore her friend's hopes and make him fell a bit better. He always happy to know about his parents and his past. This house with everything in it, would be the best thing Harry would ever own and Hermione knew that. It was time Harry received instead of giving.

"Here it is the reconstruction charm," yelled Hermione excitedly pointing at the page. The other three were stunned and happy at the same time. Hermione had found a way to bring the old house back. It seemed like an impossible wish, but it was possible. It was just so unbelivable.

"It says it is to be used after a home of a loving family has been destroyed by a fire, flood, winds, or earthquake. It retains all the items and properties it held before the incident. Existing charms put on the house before or after the accident is still in tact, except for the Fideius Charm, which must be reinstated," read Hermione.

"So basically, we can rebuild the house and everything inside will be the same?" asked Harry excitedly. He didn't mean to sound like a little kid in a candy shop, but he couldn't help it. The impossible was becoming possible.

"I suppose so. But the spell is rather complicated."

"When has complicated every stopped us?" replied Ron. "The Polyjuice Potion was rather complicated and we made that perfectly in only our second year. We tackled a fully grown mountain troll in our first year. We've fought Death Eaters, we've played giant chess boards, and we've captured a small key out of thousands. Honestly Hermione, I think we can rebuild a house."

"I agree with Ron," said Ginny as she looked at the spell book. "But maybe if we say the spell at the same time, then we will have more of a chance to rebuild it. The more power we have the better."

"Yes, I do believe we could do it. I've read all about witches and wizards who combine magic. All you have to do is hold hands and repeat the spell at the same time. But only two of us will be able to actually hold on to their wands," informed Hermione. Being a know–it-all could pay off sometimes.

Harry was deep in thought. He was about to rebuild the house that he and his parents lived in. The house where many precious memories were hidden just waiting to come out. This house had felt through all different feelings from all different people. Happiness, grief, anger, joy, nervousness, and many more. But most importantly, it was the last place Harry, James, and Lily had actually been a family.

Ginny looked at Harry and touched his hand. "Harry, are you alright? You look a bit pale."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just overwhelmed that I might be able to see the house my parents lived." Ginny nodded in understanding how Harry was feeling. She just leaned close to him and laid her head upon his shoulder. There was a long silence. Hermione and Ron seemed to understand that he needed some time to think about this. At least Hermione understood.

"So, are we going to do this thing?" asked Ron.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so." replied Harry coming out of his deep thoughts. "What's the incantation?"

"It's Restauro Aedicula."

Harry walked closer the house with Ron and Hermione at his heels. It was time to make a dream a reality.

The Golden Trio stood in front of the house. Ron was in the middle and held the deep connection.

"Ginny, come on! Let's not wait for the grass to grow!" yelled Ron impatiently. He had skipped breakfast and his stomach was growling in pain. He wanted to eat.

"I'm not of age. I'm not allowed to do magic outside of school," replied Ginny sadly.

Ginny really wanted to help them and she knew she couldn't do anything magically through out this whole mission. But what help could she do not involving magic? She was going to be a nuisance the whole time and she didn't even realize it until now.

Ginny wished she was older now more than she ever had before. When she was younger, she wanted to be older so she could go to Hogwarts and be with her older brothers. But now, it sounded petty. What help would school do if she couldn't do magic outside of school.

"That's true," replied Hermione. "But there are three fully aged wizards who are allowed to do magic. And no one can detect who does the magic just if the magic was there."

"Really? So I can do magic with you guys?" They nodded.

Ginny ran up and grabbed her brother's and Harry's hands. Harry felt a tinge of happiness that he could not explain. He only got this feeling when she touched him. But now was not the time to express his love to her.

"On the count of three, we'll cast the charm," said Harry with the tinge of happiness in his voice. One. Two. Three.

"Restauro Aedicula!"

A surge of magical power ran through the four friends and their hands. There was a huge jolt as the charm came out of the two wands. A blast of purple came out and surrounded the blackened ruins and swept them away making a huge dirt storm in the process. A huge gust of wind appeared and blew the wood up and spun it high in the air.

The wands were shaking very hard, but they dared not to let go. Even their bodies were shaking, but nothing was going to break their concentration. They wanted this more than anything they ever wanted.

They needed this to work. Not just because they needed a safe and secure place to stay, but they needed this for Harry's sake. They say you can't always get what you want, but when did he ever get anything?

Finally the swirling of black stopped and the purple light immediately retreated to the two wands. The four tired teens could not see anything until the light had died down completely.

Then a small, tan cottage magically appeared right where the ruins were. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked in amazement. They had done it. They had enough magically capacity to fix a broken home. But the hard part was just beginning. What was the house like? How would they be able to deal with all the memories inside? But right now they didn't care.

Finally, Ginny turned toward Harry with her beautiful, white smile full of joy, loving, and compassion. "Welcome home, Harry!"

Here is another newly edited chapter. Sorry about the shortness and once again thank you for your patience. I promise by at most a new chapter will be posted Saturday, March 18. Thank you!