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Wayward Son

AN: I know last chapter I said I hate polls, but I have a kinda-sorta poll. Would you guys like me to label chapters? That's it. I don't care who you want to get together or any new pet for Harry. You know what I want, now... Respond!

Chapter 3:

Harry sluggishly woke from his slumber of a good night's sleep all around. He was finally of age, he spent the night and will spend the next few days with his most favorite family, and he had his best friends. Not much could go wrong, Harry figured, at least for a few days, right?

After getting dressed, Harry decided he'd have some fun with the second youngest Weasley when he awoke. He quickly spun on his heel and Apparated up to Ron Weasley's room, his best mate. The first loud crack didn't affect his best friend, so he started Apparating around the room as fast as he could, shouting between each one, "Wake-y, wake-y, Won-Won!" Ron finally awoke, swinging blindly at Harry with his pillow. This went on for a couple of minutes, attracting Ron's little sister and his twin brother's, unknown to the two boys. Ron finally tagged Harry in the face with a pillow when the swing before was too violent and spun the much too tired red head around, thus crumpling a surprised Harry.

The two were then aware of the three siblings in the doorway, smiling and giggling.

"Sorry guys, didn't mean to wake you lot," Harry apologized.

"Nonsense, I say," one of the twins said.

"Yes, I agree," replied the other.

"Glad we decided to Pop in and say 'Hi' to mum," the other continued.

"For, if we hadn't, we would have never heard of, what was it? Won-Won?"

"Oh yes, a story we must hear," the twin said as he waved his wand and two lazy boys appeared in the much too small, violently orange room. Harry just gave Ron an, 'I'm sorry' look that was half hearted as Ginny started recounting the story when she saw that neither Harry nor Ron were going to be very forth-coming. Ron just turned a hideous shade of red that clashed horribly with his room as Fred and George didn't laugh, but looked on with awe.

When Ginny finished, the twin's just looked at Ron as one said, "Oh!"

"My!" the other continued.

"God!" the first one finished.

"I just want to warn you," one twin said.

"That me and Fred will make it our duty in life that you never forget that," George said.

"I will personally take it upon my self to make sure your children know you as 'Won-Won,' Won-Won," the other chuckled finally as Ron couldn't stand it no more as he bewitched his pillows to chase after the twins as they Disapparated.

"Way to go Harry, now I'm going to be embarrassed for the rest of my life!" Ron said.

"Oh Ron, don't be so dramatic," Ginny said while giggling, "they'll forget all about it in a day or two."

"Oh come off it, Gin, you know the twins! They don't forget things, they're like elephants!" He tapped his temple as he stormed about, throwing his pillows on his bed as that was the last straw for Harry as he broke down on the floor. Ron, however, didn't find it as funny as he began to way lay Harry with as many pillows as he could get, before finally duplicating a couple more to get more aggression out, only making Harry laugh more.

"As fun as this is," Ginny said to the tousled haired Harry and the huffing Ron who was still red in the face, "but mum wanted me to tell you breakfast is ready," this instantly changed Ron's attitude as he dropped a pillow and rushed out of the room, leaving an awkward silence between Harry and Ginny.

"I hope I didn't wake you up," Harry said finally as he got up and dusted himself off.

"Don't worry about it," Ginny said as she looked at the tip of his nose so as not to have her mind peered into, "it was worth it, I haven't seen you laugh since, well, you know," she commented.

Harry thought about that. It actually was the first time he laughed a good natured laugh. Sure he laughed when Hermione was talking to the Dursleys with her wand twirling, but that was an almost revenge type laugh. It didn't really feel as good as he just felt now, laughing with (or at) his favorite people.

"I guess that's true," Harry said, "maybe I'm getting over it."

"That's good," Ginny replied.

"Yeah," Harry said as the uncomfortable silence came back.

"Well-"

"Harry we-" they both started.

"Ladies first," Harry ushered.

"Harry we, I, need to talk to you. This won't be a pleasant talk though, just to warn you. I did something bad."

"Ginny, could it wait then? Just this little bit is going to hang over my head for the rest of my visit. I don't want something awful bouncing about in my head until the wedding. So, could you tell me afterwards?" Harry asked, thinking he had an idea what it was about.

"S-sure, yeah, I guess I'll tell you at the Reception, but it can't wait longer than that," Ginny said when she saw Harry going to interrupt.

"Alright, after the Reception then. You find me though," Harry said, "I guess we better head down to the kitchen if we want any food, Ron had a busy morning. I sure don't envy Hermione, think about what their kids and him will put away" Harry said as Ginny chuckled all the way down to the kitchen.

The days at the Burrow passed pretty much in the same way. Harry would find new and inventive ways to wake Ron up with the ability to now use magic legally. When Harry woke Ron up for the third time with Apparation, he asked angrily, "don't you need a license to do that?"

Harry sobered up a little bit after that. "If you think I'm going to the Ministry after Scrimgeour was offed in his own office and no one found out for a whole day, then your crazier than I thought," Harry said, referring to the recent article in the Prophet. It said that the Minister died from a snake bite, and Harry had a pretty good idea which snake that killed the Minister. England was now in a state of emergency, including the muggle side as well.

"I guess you're right, but don't get caught," Ron warned.

"Right, as long as you and Hermione use protection."

"What does that mean?" Ron asked a bit clueless.

"It means you better not have any little Ron's and Hermione's running around in the next nine months," Harry said as he watched Ron's face turn a violent shade of red. Harry, however, didn't know if it was because of his insinuation or if Ron just was embarrassed to talk about those things. He figured it was a heavy mixture of the two.

"Your nuts, mate. Me and Hermione?" Ron said, trying to casually wave off the accusation, however his red face and burning ears gave him away.

"Please Ron, I've dug extensively through each of your heads. I think I know what I'm talking about. I also think I have it on good authority that she feels the same," Harry said, pulling off a Gilderoy Lockheart impression as he winked at Ron while tapping his nose.

"NO WAY! You-you take that back!" Harry was a little taken aback by that comment, and apparently so was Ron by look of being flabbergasted on his face.

Harry quickly dipped into Ron's mind, and saw that he wasn't ready for that type of step yet.

"Just don't take too long," Harry said as he patted Ron on the shoulder as he was leaving, "she's a good girl, she won't be on the market for long, and we're at war. When you're ready, just... handle it," and Harry walked out of the room to leave Ron with his thoughts.

Harry could see a difference between the way Ron treated Hermione after that point. It was almost indiscernible, but he watched them closely before the days of the wedding. He would smile a little more towards her, or just find a reason to touch her, like leading her through a door. He was glad his efforts would not have gone to waste. He gambled with the decision to confront one of them, but he thought Ron would take it best. He was afraid Hermione wouldn't be to appreciative of him telling her what to do. Besides, Harry knew she was ready, he just wasn't sure if Ron was, and he didn't want anything to jeopardize their relationship if something didn't go right.

The days prior to the wedding were usually spent by Harry dodging Ginny in case she spilled the beans on the unpleasant topic she wanted to talk about, or Fred and George for retaliation of 'breaking little Ginny's heart,' or hanging out with Ron and Hermione. The house was usually busy with Fleur and Mrs. Weasley running around trying to get all the decorations up and ready for the wedding. Charlie came home a few days before the wedding, forcing Harry back into Ron's room. Besides being stressed out over the wedding, Bill looking like Mad-Eye, and eating every piece of raw meat he could get, Mrs. Weasley was also stressed over the fact that Percy hadn't RSVP'd or even been heard from by anyone for five days. Everyone in fact was a little worried for the black sheep of the Weasley family.

The wedding day finally arrived on a dreary day in August. Harry had just got done dueling both twins again for the sixth time, and just barely getting away from them into the sanctuary of the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was located. "Fred, George! Leave the poor dear alone!"

"Oh poor Ickle Harrykins needs protection," one twin simpered.

"I'm not thinking about him you dolt! He's dueled Death Eaters, usually outnumbered. Let's not forget, either, about You-Know-Who! I'm just thinking about protecting my poor Ickle Twin-Twins!" Mrs. Weasley simpered back at the trouble-makers. Harry honestly didn't think he'd be able to last another three seconds against the twins himself, but they obviously didn't think about his past battles as they grudgingly said 'Thanks mum,' and stomped out the door to crash some tables into the air twenty feet above themselves, forgetting about the whole mess.

The guests started to arrive as Harry saw some very beautiful women walk in and out of the Weasley abode, obviously related to Fleur. Harry saw Gabrielle, the young girl he 'saved' during the Triwizard Tournament, as she blushed when he caught her eye and returned a shy wave to her. She began to giggle and Harry smartly left the house to go search for some company that wouldn't hassle him.

He quickly flagged down Remus Lupin outside after he just finished a conversation with the haggard form of Arthur Weasley.

"So, how's it feel to be legal and having the whole of wizard England's witches after you?" He jokingly questioned.

"Right, I don't think they're all focused on little old me right now, we are at war," Harry stated.

"All the better to have the only wizard to trump the Dark Lord four times as a husband," Remus responded.

"Shut it, Lupin. How's my favorite Metamorphmagus?" Harry questioned back as Remus nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, she's a firecracker that one," he chuckled nervously.

"Do tell," Harry said.

"She threatened to castrate me if I didn't take her on a date," he mumbled as Harry let loose a string of chuckles.

"Think of the possibilities though, Moony," Harry said.

"Stated as if you were Sirius or your father. Are you secretly channeling their spirits young Potter?" he questioned in a high and mighty tone.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Harry beamed back, feeling a little closer to his father and Sirius, and Remus as well. They joked around for a few minutes and talked about politics for a few minutes more before Remus sobered up and started talking in a hushed tone.

"Look, I understand that you have some mission you're going on. I also get it was highly confidential between you and Dumbledore, but if you need any help, any whatsoever, please ask. No matter what happens to me or you, for better or for worse, you are my life. I must see you grow up and raise a family, Harry," Harry was about to cut him off, but Remus didn't let him, "no, listen. Do you know what an Unbreakable Vow is? It's something that one party or parties promise to the other, and must be completed no matter what.

"The Marauders promised that at least one of us must live long enough to see our third generation. I can feel that it's up to me, don't ask me how, but I know Wormtail is dead," he finished with the most serious look in his eye Harry had ever seen.

"Remus... thanks," was all Harry could muster. He squeezed Harry's shouldered and straightened up.

"Right, well, now that the mushy stuff is out of the way, I have some advice for you," he said straightening his jacket, "you know that your father and Sirius were probably the most talented wizard's of our year, and that I was no slouch," Harry nodded his head.

"Well, you know we used to prank Snape viciously right?" Harry nodded again, "Harry know this: it was four against one and Snape gave as well as he got. You saw what happened during our fifth year, it got more violent every year until Snape almost got mauled to death by me our Seventh Year, but understand this Harry, Snape won. He won everything, most of the battles and the war. Think about that before you try to take Snape on." After that, Lupin patted Harry one more time on the back and left to go mingle with the other guests as Harry let that information sink in.

Harry sat with Hermione during the ceremony, behind the rest of the Weasleys. Harry thought it was a beautiful wedding, as Fleur looked absolutely gorgeous. Many of the male guests almost stopped the wedding when the wizard who wed the two asked if any objected to the binding, but thanks to many wives, it went on. Afterwards, at the Reception, Harry ate with Remus and Tonks and a couple of other people as many people were dancing in the yard. He thought he even saw Ron and Hermione twirling out there. He heard a toast from Charlie, Bill's best man, and also one from Fleur's Maid of Honor, though it was hard to understand, as it was mostly in French.

Harry had totally forgot about Ginny and her conversation until he felt a tugging at his elbow, knowing instantly that it was Ginny.

"Care for a twirl?" Harry questioned.

"I would love to, but I've seen your dancing and like the way my toes look now, thank you," she replied, "but I would care to go somewhere private."

"Why, Ginny, what would your parents think?" Harry half-heartedly joked as she grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him to the kitchen where no one was.

"Alright, what I have to say is... hard to take in. I'm still trying to," Harry noticed here that she was wringing her hands.

"What is it, Ginny?" Harry asked as he gave her a hug as she began to sob a little.

"Harry, I'm pregnant."

AN: Yeah boy! Another chapter done. I got two months worth of chapters left if I update once a week. o dig in your heels, y'all. Now more of, "Get to know your Author!"

Pet Peeves: "Shopping Chapters"

Many, for some reason think this type of chapter is necessary. Talking of the clothes, gadgets, and the bank trip Harry must make at the beginning of many stories. However, for all the important crap he buys and the fancy clothes he purchases, rarely ever make an appearance later on. It is a waste of words, and I'd rather read a romantic chapter than that drabble. I don't care if you agrre or disagree, because the fact is... I'm right, bitch (and that folks is the flava' of your author).