Weasley Wonders

Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter!

After the boys had finished eating, Fiona knelt down in front of the fireplace.

"I'm going to check that now's a good time for us to visit them," she explained.

Harry watched in fascination as his godmother reached into a small pot and pulled out a handful of what looked like sparkly dust. He was puzzled, too, when she threw it onto the blazing fire and the flames turned emerald green. Then Aunt Fiona, as he had taken to calling her, stuck her whole head in the fire.

Harry shrieked. Wasn't it hurting her? He moved forward to try and pull her back out of the fire but Moony knelt down in front of him.

"Moony!" Harry cried, tears in his eyes. "It's hurting her! It's fire! Help me get her out!"

"No, no, Harry, Fiona's fine. She's using Floo powder." Remus put his hands on the shaking boy's shoulders. "It makes the fire into a kind of portal that you can use for talking or traveling. It doesn't hurt, I promise."

"Are you sure?" Harry's lower lip trembled.

Fiona pulled her head out of the fire. She looked okay—rather sooty, but alright. Harry flung himself into her arms, not caring about the fact that he was now covered in ash.

"Auntie Fi!" he shouted. "You're alright?"

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry," Fiona apologized. "I forgot—you've never seen or even heard of Floo powder before, have you? I promise I'm fine. Don't cry. I promise I'm alright."

But Harry was already sobbing into her arms, and it was several minutes before he hiccupped himself into silence.

"Feel better?" Sirius asked kindly.

"Mm-hmm," said Harry quietly.

"Do you want to go see the Weasleys now?" Fiona asked.

"Sure!" Harry immediately brightened. "I'll go get dressed."

Fiona laughed quietly as he ran out of the room in his frog pajamas.

"Merlin, he's adorable," she muttered.

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They decided to use Floo powder to get to the Weasleys' home. Harry was very nervous, but he knew Aunt Fiona would be there holding his hand the whole time. He held her hand in a vice-like grip as she threw the sparkly powder onto the fire and the orange flames turned as green as his eyes. He clutched it even tighter when she gently led him into the fireplace and shouted her destination. "The Burrow!"

Suddenly Harry was spinning violently. His grip on Fiona's hand slipped but she held him as tightly as before. They spun and spun. Harry tried to open his mouth to breathe but got a mouthful of soot instead. He started to cough and lifted his elbow to cover his mouth but bumped it on something hard and quickly brought it back down.

Then, as soon as it had started, the spinning stopped. Harry fell forward out of a fireplace onto a colorful rug. Fiona caught him before he hit the floor and set him on his feet. "We should move before Sirius...Oi!"

Sirius fell out of the fireplace and landed on top of Fiona, knocking them both onto the floor. Harry rolled away just in time; Fiona squirmed and pushed her friend off herself.

"For Merlin's sake, Sirius! How many times have I told you to wait at least a minute before you follow someone through the floo?" she scolded.

"Sorry," Sirius muttered, embarrassed. Not long after, Remus flew out of the fireplace and landed on top of Sirius.

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Honestly!" she muttered under her breath.

"Fiona Lupin as I live and breathe!" A plump woman with bright red hair hurried into the room. "How are you, dear? Oh, and Sirius and Remus too!" She finally took notice of Harry, hiding behind Fiona's legs. "And you must be little Harry! I'm Molly Weasley."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley," Harry murmured.

"Please, dear, call me Molly!"

Harry blushed and buried his face in Fiona's arm.

"He's just a little shy." Fiona smiled. "How're the kids? Bill and Charlie excited for Hogwarts?"

"Oh yes, they're looking forward to it very much. Percy's starting this year and he's hoping for Gryffindor!" Molly exclaimed. "And Harry, Ron is going to start Hogwarts in a few years, too. In fact, the two of you will be in the same year."

Harry looked up. "Really?"

"Yes, would you like to meet him?" Molly wheedled, trying to pry the boy out of his shell.

Harry glanced at Sirius and Remus, who both nodded, and then at Aunt Fiona. She smiled and knelt down so that they were eye-level.

"Don't worry Harry," she said kindly. "Ron is a very nice boy."

Slowly, Harry looked back at Mrs. Weasley. He nodded.

"Wonderful! Fiona, Sirius, Remus, would you like some food?" Molly offered. "I've made plenty! While you all rest a bit I'll take Harry up to Ron's room and they can get to know each other. Arthur's in the kitchen."

"Thank you, Molly, I'd love some food." Sirius grinned.

"You just ate breakfast at home!" Fiona laughed. "You can't be hungry already."

"Can so!"

They shared a look and burst into laughter as Mrs. Weasley ushered them into the kitchen, Harry following in their wake.

"Morning, Arthur," Remus greeted a slightly balding red-haired man. "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm alright. Long nights, though."

"More raids?" Sirius asked sympathetically.

"Fourteen in the last three days," the man called Arthur replied. "And I've had to lead every one of them."

"Blimey!" said Sirius. "Sounds awful. By the way, have you met my godson, Harry?"

Arthur dropped his toast and gasped. "Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?"

"Harry's just a little boy, Arthur," Fiona chastised him gently. "He knows very little yet about the wizarding world."

"Oh." Arthur nodded and stuck out his hand. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Harry Potter. My name is Arthur Weasley."

"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Harry murmured as he shook Mr. Weasley's hand.

"Well, come along upstairs, Harry dear, and you can meet Ron." Molly led the child up the winding staircase.

The adults sat down and Arthur started rattling off questions. "How long has he been with you? Does Dumbledore know? What does he think? And where has he been living all this time?"

"About a week," said Fiona.

"Dumbledore knows, and he's not happy about it," Remus added.

"And he's been living with Lily's awful sister and her family," Sirius finished with a grimace.

Arthur blinked. "Why didn't you tell him he's famous?"

The trio exchanged glances, then Fiona answered, "I guess we never really talked about it. We want him to have a normal happy childhood, and if he's famous, he can't have that."

"Where are you staying?"

"Lupin House," Sirius replied. "Fiona's put enough protection spells on it that it might just be the safest place in the world."

"But what about Hogwarts? Or Harry's relatives? Wouldn't Dumbledore have put special wards on their house?"

Fiona scowled. "I visited the Dursley's house as soon as Remus wrote to me asking to stay. There were never any wards, special or otherwise, on that place. Dumbledore lied."

"What?" Arthur whispered. "He lied? With the life of The-Boy-Who-Lived at stake? Why would he? How could he?"

"Perhaps he thought that hiding him with a bunch of the worst Muggles on the planet was enough," Remus suggested.

"Yes, perhaps." Fiona sighed tersely.

Just then a gaggle of boys burst into the kitchen, all with bright red hair to match their parents'. Trailing slightly behind them was another flaming-haired child, this time a girl.

"Good morning, Father," said one boy, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose.

"Morning, Dad," the others chorused.

"Morning Dad!" piped the little girl, slightly late.

"Ah, good morning, all!" said Mr. Weasley. "Fiona, Sirius, Remus, let me introduce my children. This is Bill, Charlie, Fred—"

"I'm not Fred, I'm George!" the boy shouted.

"Right, sorry, George."

"Only joking, Dad, I'm Fred."

"Fred, George, Percy, and this is our youngest, Ginevra."

"Call me Ginny." The little girl smiled, showing a missing front tooth.

"Lovely to meet you all." Fiona smiled back. "I'm Fiona Lupin. This is my brother, Remus, and our friend Sirius Black."

"The Fiona Lupin?" Percy asked in awe. "Head of Hogwarts Security at the Ministry?"

"Yes, that's me. It's a newer position, but I convinced Fudge that it was necessary."

"Cornelius Fudge?"

"The Minister of Magic?"

Fred and George mocked Percy, pretending to faint from shock before bursting into giggles.

Percy glared and sniffed haughtily before turning back to Fiona. "Can you tell me anything about the new spells you've created for the protection of Hogwarts?"

"I'm afraid not. Only that I'm sure no one else knows how to break them. Even Dumbledore has to ask me to lower them before he can do anything without my knowledge." Fiona smirked.

"Wow!" Percy grinned madly "That's amazing!"

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Mrs. Weasley led Harry up the stairs, chatting the whole time. "Are you enjoying living with Sirius and the Lupins?"

Harry nodded.

"Good!" she said cheerily. "I'm sure you'll love to spend time with Ron as well. He's a sweet boy, very interested in Quidditch. But of course—you don't know what Quidditch is yet, do you? Well I'm sure Ron will be happy to explain it to you. Here we are."

They had reached a door at what must have been the top of the house. Mrs. Weasley knocked three times and swung it open.

Harry blinked. The room was a bright orange, so bright it hurt his eyes a little bit. In the room there were posters, a desk covered in comic books, and a bed. On the bed, tangled up in the sheets, was a boy about Harry's age. Harry assumed that it was Ron. Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes.

"Really, Ron, get up!" she shouted. "We have guests!"

The boy jumped and fell out of bed. "Mum!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry dear, but I've brought you a new friend. This is Harry." Mrs. Weasley nudged Harry forward and he gave a little wave. "Go ahead, dear, he may look a fright but he won't bite." Mrs. Weasley bustled out of the room. "Well, I'll leave you to it."

There was a long moment of silence. Then Harry remembered the chocolate Aunt Fiona had given him for Ron. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it out. "This is for you."

"Really? Thanks!" Ron stuffed the chocolate in his mouth, then asked, "So do your parents know mine or something?" His mouth was full.

"No, I haven't got any parents. I live with my godparents, Fiona Lupin and Sirius Black. Remus Lupin, too, but he's not really my godparent."

"Wait a minute, did you say Fiona Lupin?"

Harry nodded.

"Blimey, Percy's head's gonna pop off! He's been going on and on about her ever since Dad told us she got a top-ranking position at the Ministry. He'd kill to meet her." Ron chuckled.

"She's downstairs with your dad," Harry mentioned casually.

"What?" Ron gasped. "We've got to get down there before Percy does! Come on!" And he bolted out of the room.

Harry followed the redhead back down the stairs, huffing and puffing the whole way. Finally, after what felt like a dozen flights of stairs, they reached the kitchen. Inside was a group of boys and one small girl. One of the boys was asking Aunt Fiona rapid fire questions, two others were mocking him, and the last two boys, along with the little girl, were chatting with Mr. Weasley.

"Ah, Harry, I see you've met Ron," Mr. Weasley said, noticing their arrival.

Harry nodded quietly.

"And I suppose you should meet everyone else," Mr. Weasley continued. "This is Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny. Everyone, this is Harry Potter."

Everyone froze. Fiona slapped her hand to her forehead.

Word count: 1954 words

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