AN: Hey! Chapter 3 up now, and also I have a random thing up called "The Quest For Toast" So…if you want to read that….then at your own risk, please. Either way, here's chapter 3. Review please!!

They arrived back to the Burrow by Floo Powder after walking back to Diagon Alley from Kings Cross. The entire way, Fred and George were telling Harry stories about the things they'd come across in their new shop. "There was this one bloke," George started, "Alllways came in to buy these Exploding gag toothbrushes. We haven't seen him in a few weeks…"

Harry nodded in acknowledgement and gave a small laugh, but kept his eyes ahead. He didn't know why, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the sight. It was ripping him apart in a way, but why should he care? They were just holding hands, couples did that…

He closed his fist and put it in his pocket, trying not to think about it. He tried to focus on Fred and Georges' stories, but all he could think about was the warm feelings that those two must've been feeling. And suddenly, a hot rage built up inside of him.

Why couldn't he feel that love? Why couldn't he feel that acceptance? Didn't he deserve any after having everyone who cared about him in his family killed by the same person? He'd saved Hermione and Ron both so many times, and this is how they repay him? Where was his love, his affection?!

"Harry?" George asked, "Are you alright?"

"Huh?" Harry was broken from his thoughts, "Yea, I'm fine. Why?"

Fred pointed to his hand, "You're knuckles are turning quite pale, mate. Why don't you relax a bit?"

"Was it really that bad at that Muggle house?" George asked.

"You have no idea," Harry sighed. He was glad that's what they thought was the root of his rage was. How could he explain that it was his two best friends, when he didn't understand it himself?

"No need to worry, you're with us now!" Fred said with a grin, "You look beat. Why don't you take a rest in your room when we get back?"

Harry nodded, "That sounds like a good idea…" He had to admit, he was tired. He hadn't slept at all last night. Nor eat, for that matter. He didn't like the hallow feeling in his stomach he'd always gotten at the Dursley's. Maybe that was part of his depression?

That's what he'd decided. The reason he was so upset with Ron and Hermione, is because he'd been alone for so long with his family [if you could call them that. His spirits lifted considerably, and he felt a lot more at ease. Things would be perfectly fine after they got to the Burrow.

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"Muuummmm!"

"We're hooommmee!"

Harry heard the twins even through the soot in his ears and the din in the house. Harry couldn't help but to smile. He'd missed the Wesley's house. It was warm and inviting, and he felt secure here. Even with Fred and George setting things off every other hour.

"Fred, George, if you brought one more of your inventions I'll-" The sentence stopped as Mrs. Wesley shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes on Harry. "Harry!" she ran over to him and gave him a great hug, and Harry had noticed that he'd grown significantly taller than the plump older woman. "Oh, dear me, you're nothing but skin and bones!"

George blinked, "Mum, he's fine…"

"None sense!" Mrs. Wesley hurried and began to magic up something for Harry to eat, "I can feel his ribs, those Muggles aren't taking care of him…"

Harry blushed as Mrs. Wesley pushed him down into a chair at the dinner table and pushed it in to the point where the wind would have been knocked out of him if he'd moved any closer. George snickered, "Aw, Ickle little Harry kins…"

"Shut up," Harry said, his face turning pink.

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After his fourth plate of sausage and eggs, Mrs. Wesley finally thought it fine that Harry go to his room and get some sleep. He felt even more sluggish than before with his stomach completely full. He trudged up the many winding staircases, somehow reminded of Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione bickering behind him.

"Honestly, Ron, she's your mother! You could help her out a little."

"But 'Mione, she's a witch… She can clean up with a wave of her wand, that's how she ALWAYS does it! You can go in, Harry," he called up to his friend, and the boy who lived noticed that his voice began to sink away, "I'm going to go help my mum…"

Harry smiled to himself as he let himself into the room and began to undress. Things were the same, they'd never changed. Ron and Hermione would always argue, Fred and George would always blow stuff up, and Mrs. Wesley would always stuff you with as many sausages as she could magic up.

These were his thoughts as he pulled his glasses off and climbed into the bed in one of the cramped rooms. Sinking with the ancient mattress, he found himself too tired to think anymore, and for the first time in many nights, let himself drift off to a restful sleep.

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AN: WELLLL there is chapter 3!! I love you all. Review PLEASE, I really need it. Sorry things are soooo slow, they WILL get better and I PROMISE things won't be slow, just wait until we get onto the Platform. Wait till we get to School. Things are ALWAYS more exciting then.