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Chapter 5- Harry Potter

Friday April 21, 1998

Despite the trouble I've had in the past with a journal that almost killed my girlfriend, Dumbledore said they were a good outlet for an 'overabundance of thought that needs somewhere to go.'

Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys are at Hermione's place for dinner tonight. They really took to Ron and wanted to meet his family. When it comes to Ron and Hermione, it's like someone turned on a love switch and now they're all over each other. Don't get me wrong, they still fight, but it's different. Until the day I die (for real) I'm never going to forget the sight of those two just tossing aside those basilisk teeth and snogging like it was the end of the world! Which at the time, for all we knew, could have been. I'm happy for them.

The last funeral was yesterday. I said what I hoped were some inspiring words to help the Creeveys feel better. A grand total of nine people came to Snape's service, three of them the Malfoys. Narcissa Malfoy looked at me as if she'd seen a ghost, Lucius Malfoy didn't look at me at all and Draco seemed ashamed. I should bloody well hope so. I honestly don't know how I haven't cracked up after fifty-six funerals. Maybe I have and I don't realize it. Voldemort was insane, but he didn't realize it. If he did, I don't think he would have cared anyway. What matters is that our world is safer now, safer than it's been in a long time and I'm with Ginny. For the first time in my life, I can say that every thing's going to be all right and mean it.

The next day, Harry dissillusioned himself and flew to Little Whinging. He had no idea why he felt compelled to do it, but he wanted to see if the Dursleys had settled back in their home. Dismayed, he came to a stop in front of the burned wreckage of what used to be at 4 Privet Drive. A curtain from the front window of the home next door opened and Ms. Figg waved. He looked at the burned wreckage and sighed. The Dursleys they were, but he felt responsible for yet another home gone because of him. He needed to find them, but he had no idea where they were hidden.

He went to the Burrow just in time for lunch. They were talking about dinner the previous night at the Grangers.

"I never realized Hermione was such a Daddy's girl," Ginny said. "I loved her room too."

"The home was simply lovely," Molly said. "I've never really been around Muggles, but they were very accommodating."

"I imagine they grew used to magic, having a witch for a daughter and all," Arthur said.

"Arthur, we need to go about getting a piano to hear Hermione play more, she plays beautifully," Molly said.

Ginny noticed that Harry didn't say much. "Anything wrong?" Ginny asked.

"I went by the Dursely's this morning," he said. "Their home is destroyed."

"How?" Arthur asked.

"Fire. I saw the burn marks on some wood and it was caused by magic," Harry said. "Do you know where they are?"

"Sorry, no, but I can contact someone who may know," Arthur said. "Why?"

"Why? It's my fault it's gone, so I thought I'd offer to rebuild it or get them a new one altogether," Harry said.

"After they treated you so badly all these years? You're just too nice," Ginny said.

"No matter how mean they were, they didn't deserve to have their house burned down by Death Eaters gunning for me," Harry said.

Later that afternoon, Arthur installed hammocks between various pairs of trees all around the Burrow. He saw some at the Granger home and liked the idea. Harry was the first to try and gingerly settled in one. He got comfortable and rested with his hands behind his head. He patted his legs to indicate that he wanted Ginny to settle in as well. Arthur and Molly left to give them privacy.

"I'm sorry for what I said," Ginny said as Harry gently swung.

"I don't follow," he said.

"Earlier, about you being too nice," she said.

"Oh the horror, I'm too nice," he said, dramatically swooning. "Whatever will I do with myself?"

"I do understand, you're the best person I've ever met," she said.

"Best person you ever met?" he repeated and suddenly drew her close. "You can stop walking on eggshells around me, you know. It's me, Harry," he said softly. "I'm going to be very nice to you, very nice."

He pulled her against his body and lost themselves to each other's fervent kisses.

Arthur and Molly observed from the kitchen window. He kissed his wife's cheek. "Passionate, just like her mother."

"That's what I'm worried about," Molly said.