A/N: Hey guys, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! As for the past couple of posts I've noticed minor mistakes I forgot to go back over and edit, so, sorry bout that. I usually am such a perfectionist that I love to have it all the grammar and spelling exactly right, again sorry. Maybe I'll go back and replace them when I'm bored sometime, lol.

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Disclaimer: Yet again, I still do not own Harry Potter. All the characters, settings etc. belong to JK Rowling. I am getting no money doing this, though I am paid in compliments. :)

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"Great," Harry grinned. They collected their things that were given to them through the will and the empty portrait and went back to the Burrow. Immediately Harry hung the portrait up in Ron's room temporarily and Dumbledore popped into the portrait.

"Hello, again, Harry." Dumbledore said.

"Hello," Harry said.

"I just wanted to tell you, congratulations on defeating Voldemort, I am very proud of you, Harry." Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Er…thanks…" Harry said, unsure of what he should say after receiving a great complement.

"Well I should probably go, I think Minerva wants me back at her office," Dumbledore said, walking back through the portrait and it was blank again. Harry went back downstairs to find that Hermione already divulging in her books, Ron looking his signed robes over in awe and Ginny petting Annabelle as she purred.

"Ginny, dear, can you come in the kitchen and help me finish up dinner," Mrs. Weasley asked her daughter.

"Sure, Mum, be there in a second!" Ginny said picking Annabelle up and setting her back down in the squashy armchair.

"I'll help too, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione volunteered, putting down her books.

"Well, alright, an extra pair of helpful hands never hurt anyone," Mrs. Weasley smiled. Hermione followed Ginny into the kitchen while they left Ron and Harry in the living room.

"Hey, do you want to play some Wizard Chess, mate?" Ron asked.

"Sure," Harry agreed sitting down next to Ron beside the fireplace where Ron moved the chessboard. Soon enough the delicious smell of Mrs. Weasley's fine cooking wafted into the room filling Harry and Ron's nostrils. They finished the game (Ron won, of course) and walked into the kitchen.

"Dears, can you take the plates and silverware outside? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables we have Bill, Charlie, Fleur and a few other members of the Order joining us," Mrs. Weasley informed them. Harry and Ron took the utensils and plates, and walked outside to almost a déjà vu of three years ago. Bill and Charlie were battling with the tables; they seemed to have made it a pastime for dinner preparations.

"Hey! Since we have two extra tables since we have some of the Order coming we have enough for you two!" Charlie said indicating to the two tables beside the two, directing Charlie's attention to the fight towards Harry and Ron allowing Bill to knock off one of Charlie's table legs. As Charlie attempted to get back at Bill, Harry and Ron dropped the silverware and grabbed their wands and levitated the two tables high into the air where Bill and Charlie's were and joined in on the fight. Harry was having a blast, swinging his table this way or that knocking Charlie's out of the air and him getting a well deserved hit back from him. Ginny, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley all came out with dinner.

"Go, Harry!" Ginny yelled, and Harry looked over to find Ginny waving at him and he grinned at her, but the next thing he knew Ron had knocked Harry's table almost clear out of the air.

"That'll teach you to stop making eyes at my sister," Ron said, half-teasing, half-serious. Harry just rolled his eyes and hit Ron's table back.

"Boys! Boys, that'll do, please put the tables back safely on the ground, please." Mrs. Weasley scolded them.

"Alright, Mum…" Charlie sighed as they set the tables back down and threw tablecloths over them and setting things in their places. The girls set the wonderful dishes and the tables groaned under the weight of the delicious food they had prepared. They all dug in, getting a hold of everything they could reach. It was a wonderful feast, and as the sun started to set they had finished dinner and Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all sat in the backyard on the grass, watching the sunset.

"It's so beautiful," Ginny said watching the clouds turn pink, then orange.

"Sometimes, I used to think I would never live past the war, but moments like these make me glad I'm still alive." Harry smiled. The sun set completely and the moon was rising and they sat there looking at the millions of stars, identifying constellations they remembered from Astronomy class, Hermione identifying the most since she was (as usual) the best at the subject.

"Bed, you lot! If you want to get up early to go to Godric's Hollow you had better to get to bed!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the backdoor of the Burrow. They all headed up to their rooms, and changed into pajamas and got into bed.

"So, excited to go back to your Mum and Dad's house, mate?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I am, I can't wait!" Harry replied. Both boys slipped into bed and Harry fell asleep.