A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

If you haven't yet, read before this story:

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Prisoner of Azkaban

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Weasley Family Greetings

By the time Harry and James arrived in the kitchen, the three Dursleys were already seated around the table. None of them looked up as they entered or sat down for the last time this summer. Vernon's large red face was hidden behind the morning's Daily Mail, Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into fifths, her lips pursed over her horselike teeth. Unlike her husband and son and more like her brother-in-law and nephew, Petunia didn't look like someone who need to diet.

Dudley looked furious and sulky, and seemed to be talking up even more than usual. This was saying something, as he always took up an entire side of square table by himself. When Petunia put a fifth of the grapefruit onto Dudley's plate with tremulous "There you are, Diddy darling," Dudley glowered at her.

Out of everything on Dudley's report card, the diet was the only thing Vernon and Petunia could find excuse for. When it came to grades, Petunia always insisted that Dudley was a very gifted boy whose teachers didn't understand him, while Vernon maintain that "he didn't want some swotty little nancy boy for a son anyway." Anytime there was a complaint of Dudley's bullying: "He's a boisterous little boy, but he wouldn't hurt a fly!" Petunia had said tearfully.

But even after many tantrums that still goes on, the diet kept on going.

James thought of sending an owl to some of his family house elves that been serving Hogwart's kitchens since Potters originally went into hiding from Voldemort, to see if any of them knew any diet friendly house elf recipes, but he knew if Dursleys find out where he got it, it would cause bigger problems than Dudley's diet.

Petunia passed fifths of grapefruit to Harry and James, both smaller than the rest of the Dursleys.

Vernon laid aside his paper with a deep sniff of disapproval and looked down at his own grapefruit fifth.

"Is this it?" he said grumpily to his wife.

She gave him a severe look, and then nodded pointedly at Dudley, who already finished his own grapefruit quarter and was eyeing Harry's with a very sour look in his piggy little eyes.

"Relax Vernon. As soon as Harry and I leave today, you'll get bigger portions," James said which seem to perp Dudley up a little.

Vernon gave a great sigh, which ruffled his large, bushy mustache and picked up his spoon.

After breakfast, Harry and James gathered their stuff and was ready to go.

"Thanks again for dealing with us," James said.

Vernon grunted. Which really wasn't an acknowledgement.

James already got a ministry approved car and got the luggage into it and they drove off.

…

Instead of heading to the Potter Cottage they took a longer drive to Weasleys Burrow. Before they left last year, James agreed for them to stay with the Weasleys until the Quidditch Cup.

Finally they reached a house that was towered so high only magic seem to keep it together. James knocked on the door and a short pulp woman with red hair answered.

"Harry! James!" Mrs. Weasley hugged them both. "You two look famished."

"We're fine Molly, really. Dudley was put on recommended diet by his school, so Petunia decided the whole family should go on a diet," James said.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I could have send something to you and Harry," Molly said. "Or at least send some home recipes."

"It was just two weeks, Molly," James said. "Besides, Petunia would destroy any recipe I give her if she knew it was from a witch."

"Is Charlie and Bill here?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Oh yes," Molly replied. "They actually came in yesterday along with Hermione."

At that moment they heard laughter exploded from inside the house."

"Hermione here?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Granger dropped her off themselves," Molly explained and sighed. "I had to threaten Arthur to get him to let them leave."

Mr. Weasley had a strong interest in the muggle world and everything about it. He even work at one of the smallest departments in the Ministry that let him work with Muggle items that been blessed or cursed.

"Why don't you go ahead in Harry? Charlie and Bill been looking forward to see you again." Molly said.

Harry headed inside toward the kitchen where the laughter was coming from. In the tiny kitchen Harry found his best friend Ron, and the twins Fred and George sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with two red haired people Harry have only seen a couple of times since starting Hogwart: Bill and Charlie Weasley, the two eldest Weasley Brothers. Then there was the only boy that stood out among them with his black hair and round face: Neville Longbottom.

"Harry you made it!" Ron responded seeing his best friend.

"Hey Harry," Neville greeted.

Harry Ron and Neville practically grew up together since the downfall of Voldemort. Harry's parents worked with Ron's uncles—Molly's brothers—who had died fighting death eaters, as well with Neville's parents who been drove crazy by other death eaters forcing Neville to live with his grandmother.

"Yeah! The Dursleys couldn't get rid of us fast enough," Harry joked. He thought back to what James told him last night/this morning but decide to tell Ron when Hermione and Neville was around.

"How're you doing, Harry?" asked the second oldest the Weasley boys: Charlie. Harry haven't seen Charlie since his Christmas Break of his first year at Hogwarts. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Ron and the third oldest brother Percy, who were both long and lanky. He had broad, good natured face, with was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it that Harry guess was recently before Charlie came home. Charlie worked with dragons in Romania so the burns made sense.

Bill got to his feet, smiling and greeted Harry. Harry actually got to see Bill last Summer when the Weasleys invited Harry and James to join them to visit Bill at Egypt where he worked for the Wizarding bank, Gringotts. Like Percy, Bill had been Head Boy and prefect (as well as Charlie), but unlike Percy who was fussy about rule breaking and fond of bossing everyone around, Bill was cool. He was tall, with long red hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earing with what looked like a fang dangling from it. He was dressed in dragon hide clothes that actually fit in a muggle rock concert.

That was when Mr. Weasley showed up. "Harry, good to see you."

"Hello Mr. Weasley," Harry greeted.

Mr. Weasley was tall thin balding and wears glasses as he moved toward Harry to greet him. Then three girls appeared in the kitchen doorway. One with very bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth, was Harry's and Ron's friend, Hermione Granger.

The other was, a blonde girl a year younger: Luna Lovegood. Harry was rather surprise to see Luna here, but he was glad too. He considered Luna good friends after she helped them solve the mystery of the Chambers of Secrets in his second year. He even was willing to follow Wormtail last semester because Wormtail threatened to go after Luna if he didn't. It wouldn't be too hard either since Luna was outcasted by her house Ravenclaw due to her dad being publisher of the Quibber which was the magical world's source of conspiracies and other stuff even most wizards and witches don't believe in. They even had an article on the Chamber of Secrets that everyone over looked until Harry's second year when Luna mention it to him.

The final girl was a small red-haired Ginny. Like Luna, Harry considered Ginny as friends and not just Ron's sister. Harry had a feeling Ginny was the reason Luna was here.

All three of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back.

"Ron, why don't you help Harry get his stuff to your room," Mr. Weasley suggested.

"Fine," Ron said.

"We'll come with," Hermione offered her and Neville.

"Oh, uh, right." Neville greeted.

Ron and Neville helped with Harry's trunk as they left the kitchen with Ginny and Luna tagging along, which Harry didn't mind.

"So where's Percy?" Harry asked

"In his room," Ron replied. "He gets to keep his room to himself because he got to work to do for the Ministry."

"Where in the Ministry he works?" Harry asked.

"Department of International Magical Cooperation," Ron said.

Harry wasn't surprise Percy got a job in the Ministry. It been clear that Percy wanted to work there, and he had the scores.

The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked much as it had last time Harry stayed: the same posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, were whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill, which now contain one extremely large frog. A tiny gray owl was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.

"Shut up, Pig," said Ron, edging his way between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room.

"Pig still annoys Erol and Hermes?" Harry asked. Ever since Ron got Pig—also known as Pigwidgeon—he had a tendency to annoy the other owls. Ginny originally name the owl, but Ron calls it Pig for short. Ron actually didn't even want Pig. He was hoping for a different owl, but the day he bought it, Hermione's cat Crookshanks—which Hermione also got the same day—scared off all the other owls except for Pig. They still swear Crookshanks did that on purpose to help Pig out.

"Yeah. Anyways Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room. Percy agreed to room with your dad as long as doesn't mind Percy working."

"What about Neville?" Harry asked.

"I'm staying with Grans. I just came over to visit," Neville admitted. "Grans knew the Weasley House was going to be overfilled and didn't want Ron's parents to fret over me."

"Where is your Grans?" Harry asked.

"At home. She let me floo here all by myself," Neville said proudly. "She said as long as I can floo from home to Weasleys without getting hurt, she has no problems."

Floo is a form of magical transportation using special powder and a burning fireplace that Wizards and Witches can use to get from place to place. Even underage students who can't use magic outside of school until seventeen, as long as they have permission to use it.

Normally Neville's grandmother is very strict with keeping Neville ground level because growing up Neville had a tendency to be a clutz. So the fact Neville now can travel freely between his home and the We

"I take it Hermione you and Luna staying with Ginny?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry. Ginny invited me to the quidditch cup since my father and I normally don't go to games. But father felt this be good for me to spend time with my friends," Luna said.

"Right," Hermione said although she didn't sound to thrill but didn't speak out about it. It wasn't that Hermione had issues with Ginny's and Luna's friendship, but rather that Luna favors her father's Quibbler and believe in every article her father published, even if there's no real proof in what the articles say, and Hermione prefer facts with proof.

"Where's Crookshanks?" Harry asked Hermione now.

"Out in the garden, I expect," she said. "He likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before."

"He never been out during Care of Magical Creatures last year," Ron joked.

Last year, Harry Ron Neville and Hermione started taking electives that might help their future goals. Harry started taking Muggles Studies, Hermione took Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes, and Ron and Neville took Divination, but all four of them took Care of Magical Creatures which that year was taught by Hagrid. After Hippogriffs and Flobbleworms they manage to get Hagrid to agree in teaching how to de-gnome the school gardens—mostly for students who don't have gnome infested gardens. De-gnoming was considered a success as it was a lot more intertaining than flobbleworms and safer for students who refuse to listen after Malfoy taunt a hippogriph into attacking which Harry took the blow for to keep Hagrid out of trouble.

Later in second semester, Crookshank somehow left Gryffindor Tower and was on school grounds when Wormtail kidnapped Harry. Harry saw Crookshanks and manage to get the cat to go find the others and get help. Since then, they often wonder how manytimes Crookshanks left Gryffindor Tower when they weren't looking.

"Percy's enjoying work?" said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley Cannons zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling.

"Enjoying it?" said Ron darkly. "I don't recon he'd come home if dad didn't make him. Two weeks into the job and he's already obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch… as I was saying to Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch is of the opinion… Mr. Crouch was telling me… They'll be announcing their engagement any day now."

"Mr. Crouch… as in Barty Crouch SR?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, him," Neville said depressingly.

"Do you know him?" Hermione asked.

"Not him exactly, but… his son—Barty Crouch Jr.—well he—"

"He's one of the Death Eaters that send my parents to St. Mungles," Neville explained.

"Oh…" Hermione said.

"Don't remind Percy of that," Ron warned. "He'll jump on his boss's defense saying everything about Crouch neglecting his son was a lie."

"We learned that the hard way when Luna first arrive," Ginny said. "One mention of the Quibbler has on Crouch and we had to hear Percy none-stop until Hermione arrived."

"I was just telling how my father put it," Luna responded.

"I take it Crouch Jr. is at Azkaban?" Hermione asked.

Azkaban was a prison for Dark wizards and witches guarded by Dementors.

"No, he died," Harry said. "Uncle Padfoot was among the aurors assigned to deal with the body."

"Serve him right," Neville responded.

With that said, they decided to change topics from the Crouches.

"Have you had a good couple of weeks Harry?" said Hermione.

"Eh, I had worse," Harry said. "I mostly try to avoid Dudley as he been in a fowler mood since being put on his diet. But my dad finally told me about why we visit them two weeks a years."

Harry told his friends—Ginny and Luna too since they were there—about the enhancement on his mother's charm. He also explained to Luna that it was that same charm that protected him from Voldemort's killing curse.

"So the reason You-Know-Who still can't touch you is because your aunt welcomes you to her home every two weeks a year?" Neville asked.

"Basically," Harry explained. "And the Dursleys stays safe from any Death Eaters that avoided capture."

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Ron responded.

James came into the room. "Hey guys, Molly wants you guys downstairs help setting dinner. Neville, you're welcome to stay and eat if you want."

"Thanks, Mr. Potter. But I should go home," Neville said.

The six of them left Ron's room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen

"We're eating in the garden," she said when they came in. 'There's not enough room for thirteen people—fourteen if you're staying Neville, dear."

Just as Molly tend to treat Harry as a surrogate son, she also treat Neville the same way.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I should go home before Grans start wondering if I hurt myself and come here looking for me again," Neville said.

"That's fine Neville." Molly responded with a sweet smile.

"Again?" Harry asked.

"Last week we lost track of time and it got dark on us when Neville's grandmother came flooing in demanding where Neville was," Ron said. "They were still getting use to the idea Neville flooing here by himself, so she was worried sick. Since then if Neville is still here by dark mum either reminds Neville, or inform his grans."

Harry can understand why. Neville's grandmother can be either a sweet old lady or your worse nightmare depending on what mood you put her in. It didn't help that even at her age, Mrs. Longbottom is still a very capable witch that can put up a fight in a magical duel if she has too.

"Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, boys," she said as she picked up her wand from the table. It had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse.

"OH NOT AGAIN!" Molly shouted. "One of their fake wands again! How many times have I told them not to leave them lying around?"

They gather the plates forks and knives and headed out to the backyard.

They had only gone a few paces when Hermione's bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottlebrush tail held high in the air, chasing what look like a muddy potato on legs that Harry knew all too well was a gnome. Barely ten inches high, its horny little feet pattered very fast as it sprinted across the yard and dive headlong into one of the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door. Harry could hear the gnome giggling madly as Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, trying to reach it.

"Whose fake wand was that?" Harry asked.

Ron and Ginny laughed, although Hermione didn't.

"It's Fred and George. One of their products for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Ron explained.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" Harry knew the Weasleys practically all his life and this was the first time he heard of it.

"The name they decided to go by for a joke shop they wanted to open," Ron said. "Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room. Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that…"

"You remember all those explosions we heard from their room?" Ginny asked.

Harry nodded. Hard for him to forget when he stayed with the Weasleys most of the time during the school year before Harry got his letter. Everyone assume the twins just like making loud noises.

"Apparently that was them making things."

"Only, most of the stuff—well, all of it, really—was a bit dangerous," said Ron, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned the order forms… She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."

O.W.L.s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen.

"I offered them a place in Quibbler advertisement when the time comes," Luna said. "Without Mrs. Weasley knowing."

"Which turn out to be good, because there was this big row," Ginny said, "because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop."

"That sounds like the type of thing Fred and George be interest in," Harry said.

"I'm sure your mum just wanted them to have a stable career," James said. "Even in the wizarding world, running a business can be tough, and depending on the products sold, some don't do well. Now come on, it sounds like Charlie and Bill are already at work with the tables."

Sure enough, they started hearing a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. They entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other's out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was giggling, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.

"Relax, Charlie and Bill won't let anything happen to us," Harry told Hermione. "It may not look like it, but they're being careful."

Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all look up to see a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression from the window on the second floor.

"Will you keep it down?!" he bellowed.

"Sorry, Perce," said Bill, grinning.

"Hi, Percy," said Harry.

"Oh hello, Harry, Mr. Potter!" Percy greeted before slamming the window shut.

Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.

By seven o'clock, the tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, two Potters, Hermione and Luna were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky. It was a great meal with talking going around: Percy about Mr. Crouch, Mrs. Weasley trying to convince Bill to let her cut his hair, Fred, George and Charlie talking about the Quidditch Cup. James and Mr. Weasley were talking in hush which meant Mr. Weasley was most likely informing James on something that he haven't got word on due to his time with the Dursleys.

"Are you sure?" James asked.

"Positive," Mr. Weasley said. "You might get a letter from Dumbledore soon on the matter but I thought I warn you ahead."

"Thanks," James said.

"Hey, Mr. Potter, is Sirius and Remus joining us this year?" Bill asked.

Since Luna was there and didn't know Remus' condition, James answered carefully, "Sirius said he would but he'll have to drag Remus if it comes down to it," James said.

Fred and George cheered. It was no secret they view James, Sirius, and Remus as their heroes since the original Maurders were pranksters themselves during their Hogwarts years.

Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, and by the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. They gone to bed full and happy.