Harry turned around to see Ron aiming his wand at him.

"Ron—why are you pointing your wand at me?" Harry asked, baffled. Ron's expression relaxed. He lowered his wand and looked at the room.

"Oh...I came up to check out—you know—the scene of the crime. I thought you were taking a shower and..." Ron's expression changed to shock, "bloody hell—where's all the glass gone?" he finished, looking around the room. And he was right. Not a trace of broken glass was to be seen and what's more—the mirror was back to normal.

"I er—thought I would do the same thing...check it out. I was walking towards the bathroom and came back in here. When I walked in, there was no glass anywhere...quite strange, isn't it?" Harry looked at Ron for an answer.

"Uh...yeah..." Ron replied lamely. He thought of telling Harry that Victoria had seen him talking to Nick but he changed his mind. He didn't want to stress out Harry any more than he already had. He walked up to the mirror and it looked perfect. Untouched. He raised his index finger to touch it and Harry moved it away.

"Don't touch it Ron...there could be dark magic involved. In fact...," he shoved Ron out of the room and locked the door with a spell, "no one goes in," and with that, Harry headed towards the bathroom. Ron sighed slowly and sauntered down the stairs to the kitchen. The aroma of roast chicken and mashed potatoes filled the air. He looked at the clock. 7:30 That meal took half an hour? Yes...the joys of magic. He slipped his arms around Hermione's waist. She was standing up talking to Ginny.

She yelped in surprise and gave him a half-grin, "Mr.Weasley...you must stop this rude behaviour," she said, wagging a finger.

Ron smiled, "That must be the teacher in you, Mrs.Weasley." They both kissed briefly. They all sat down at the enormous table to eat their dinner. Everyone except Harry was there, until he entered, looking fresh and neat. He sat opposite Ginny who was sitting beside James. Ginny frowned while she looked at James and tried to flatten his uncontrollable hair. He had the same unruly hair that Harry had.

"You can try all you want, it won't work," Harry said, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah mum, stop it," James said, swatting her hand away. Ginny sighed, exasperated and went back to eating her food.

Harry looked down the table at Isabelle and James, "So...everyone ready for school? There's only a week left you know?"

James, who was dreading his first year, groaned, "I'm afraid of what it'll be like. Will we even have time for fun? I've heard stories…" he said ruefully.

Isabelle perked up, "Don't worry James! I'm going to be there, so we'll definitely have fun!" she chimed, smiling. James nodded, reconsidering the thought of going to Hogwarts.

Victoria looked up from her motion of swirling mashed potatoes in peas, "It's not fair...they get to go to Hogwarts and I don't," she pouted.

"Don't worry Victoria, you'll get to go in...only four years and you'll have just as much fun. I know we always found time for fun," Harry said, smiling at her and then looking back at the group. They all looked at him and smiled. They ate dinner, somewhat calm and better than before. While they ate apple pie for dessert, Victoria noticed a small cut by Harry's left ear. She stared at it hard, while contemplating if whether or not she should ask him about it. Harry felt eyes on him and he looked around; his eyes rested on Victoria. She seemed startled by his look and immediately looked back down at her pie.

"Victoria, darling, is there something you want to tell Uncle Harry?" Harry asked her, hoping she would talk. She shyly looked up and nodded.

"Yes…it's about you. Are you hurt?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

Harry smiled, "No, love, but why—"

"It's just that I saw you talking to Nick and you looked hurt and you were in a red room and Nick was trying to help you and then mummy told me to come downstairs and I didn't get to see if you were okay!" she said, in one large breath. Harry's brain scrambled as Ron's ears perked up upon hearing Victoria's confession. Ron looked at Victoria, scared that she would tell Harry more than he had told him.

Harry looked at her intensely, "but why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked her.

"I did! I told daddy!" she yelped, looking to Ron for confirmation. Ron gulped and tried not to look at Harry as he slowly nodded.

Harry looked flabbergasted, "Ron! You didn't tell me she saw us? Why?"

"Well, I didn't want to trouble you, that's all. You had quite the night and I didn't want to get you stressed more," Ron muttered with embarrassment.

Harry felt a twinge of warmth from this act of friendship but it was mixed with distress.

"Ron, you need to tell me every single thing that goes on, okay?" he told him sternly. Ron nodded his head in agreement, as Harry patted his shoulder appreciatively.

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Very full, the Potters and the Weasleys were out on the back verandah, while the children slept, sitting on comfortable chairs and watching the stars come out. Very full, the moon was out, its brightness covered by streaks of clouds. Harry took a deep breath, letting the smell of the wet grass fill his nose. Hermione sat near the edge of the deck, twisting a strand of her hair and looking like she was eyeing one particular star. She looked drowsy. Ron and Ginny were deep in a conversation about the breaking news of the Glumbumble serum being used to treat the recent victims that were poisoned by Tarantua leaves at a restaurant. Harry drifted in and out of the conversation, tired from the day's exhaustion.

Ron raised an eyebrow, "But would you really drink some juice from a creature with the word 'bum' in its name...think about it—kind of nasty isn't it?" Ginny softy chuckled as Ron went on.

Harry leaned towards Hermione, "What are you thinking about?" he asked, making her jump slightly.

"Oh—Harry it's you…erm, I was just…" she mumbled, becoming silent eventually. Her silence was the answer for Harry. He simply nodded and put a hand on her shoulder. He turned to Ron, who'd had one too many butterbeers. His words were now confined to three word sentences and Ginny looked blankly into his face, as if there was a particularly nasty wart there, but she wasn't sure of it.

Harry stood up, "Alright mate, I reckon we've all got to get some sleep—don't you have a game tomorrow? August twenty-sixth?" He looked at Ron for an answer.

Ron looked up in a corner, as if thinking hard, "Is it Tuesday?" he inquired, hoping it wasn't. Harry nodded. Ron remembered that he did have a game and shoved a hand through his red hair, which was noticeable even at night. He stood up and walked over to Hermione, who had fallen asleep. Even in his stupor, the years of love for his wife showed in his tired eyes. He smiled warmly and lifted her up in his hands, kissing her forehead. She mumbled something indecipherable and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his neck. Harry wasn't sure if he was stable enough to carry her upstairs so he discreetly mouthed a spell to keep him balanced.

As they left the porch, Harry smoothly grasped Ginny in a hug and sighed, "You know, I would never have thought that Ron could be—well—Ron….." he finished, for lack of a better term.

Ginny smiled, "Me neither…my brother—in love? Kids? I never saw it coming. I always thought he was a bit barmy…"

Harry grinned, "How could Ron not be barmy? His whole family is…" he said, as Ginny gave him a look. He kissed her slowly under the stars. As they sat there together with the one they loved, he was still not totally able to get that nagging feeling out of his head; that somewhere, a worse fate awaited Andrew.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone! I hope the story isn't getting to dull, and I'm sorry it took a while for this,but I'll try to update soon. btw 'barmy' means crazy or mad, for those who don't know, lol. I like that word. Just a sidenote, I tried to really show the friendship between harry and hermione so I hope everyone can see that appreciate it. But besides that--I'll see you next time! luv Irram.