Mrs Weasley shoved Harry , Ron and Ginny into the kitchen and mopped her brow.

" Oh I hate this...I hate this ...I hate this..."

" Ah Mum, is everything okay " asked Ron.

" No it isn't " cried Mrs Weasley. " It just isn't."

" Is it Fleur?"

" Oh use your head Ronald " yelled Mrs Weasley. " Of course its that ugly , double crossing , deceitful , little wh..."

" Ah Molly " said Mr Weasley as he entered the kitchen. " Perhaps you should take a nap. If you three wouldn't mind going upstairs for a mo..."

" No , no " said Mrs Weasley. " I need to talk to them." She wiped her eyes with her apron and faced the three of them.

" As you all know " said Mrs Weasley in a shrill voice. " Bill is getting married next week to...to...it...and we need to sort out what clothes to wear and meeting times and off course Hermione and Harry. I will have to inform your guardians. I will bring you all in to me in groups since large gatherings would only draw the thing known as it on us."

" Now Hermione I think Arthur spoke to your Mother about the wedding so thats sorted."

" I did " said Arthur beaming at Hermione. " Facinating people your parents are Hermione. Its amazing the things use in the muggle world. Why I could have stayed in their house all day playing on the...what its called again..."

" Computer dear " said Mrs Weasley.

" Right , right " said Mr Weasley. " Well I hope we meet them again soon. Lovely people indeed."

Harry noticed how Hermione's face lit up at Mr Weasleys compliments. She was so used to hearing Malfoy and his slimeball Father jeering her parentage , she had forgotten just how lucky she was.

" However we haven't actually asked your relatives Harry " said Mrs Weasley. The incident with the fire place and Dudley's four foot tongue was still fresh in Harry's mind and no doubt the Weasley's mind too.

" Thats alright Mrs Weasley. I can write a letter tomorrow."

" I wish it were that simple Harry. But I have been ordered to get a written permission slip from the Dursleys by the Order of the Phoenix."

" But I'm seventeen " said Harry. " Clearly I am of age , cant I make my own decisions."

" Of course you can dear. But since you are still in school , plus it was the same for Fred and George. Also dear , we must protect you. I know that those muggles are cruel , but I had no say in this at all."

" Very well then " said Mr Weasley. " We will travel to Privet Drive tomorrow. Hermione perhaps you should come along concidering your knowledge of muggle life."

" Hey Dad" cried Ron. " What about me?"

" I dont know Son. You dont think they'll remember the Floo Powder incident do you Harry?"

" Or the four foot tongue incident " said Ron.

" Or the flying car incident " said Hermione.

" Or my disasterous phone call attempt " said Ron."

" No " lied Harry. "I'm sure they wont."