Summary:

The Harry Potter 7th years are returning for their last year at school, with a little more than magic on their minds, such as the tremendous war between The Dark Lord and the Order. So it would strike the HP7Y's as odd when one of the Dark Lord's most faithful supporter's son shows up, pretending to have changed. Especially since Draco Malfoy had been expelled the year before, and had very narrowly murdered Albus Dumbledore. Even more surprising is the fact that Malfoy had seemed to take an odd interest in one of the biggest members of the Order. Hermione Granger.

Chapter Rating: K, but the overall is T, for now.

Summary of chapter: Harry is finally going to the Burrow, but first is going to have to magically do it by means of Proverbial Conquest, and is already being an idiot. But then again, what else is new?

Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series, I would have freaky cool initials (that actually stand for an ordinary name, weird, right?

Chapter 3

'Proverbial conquest,' Mr. Weasley explained patiently, 'It can be basically described as opening the more imaginative side of the brain, I always forget which, to explore the section that is widely recognised in the Wizarding mind. It can be said, in layman's terms, that we use our imagination to take us places.'

Ginny giggled.

'Most muggles,' Mr. Weasley continued, 'Are completely oblivious to this side of the brain--'

'Oh no, another one of Dad's lectures. I wonder why he doesn't just poison us in his sleep.' Fred whispered.

'This is for Ginny and Harry's benefit!' Mr. Weasley said, his face flustered and red.

'Oh really! Well then, Fred, let's go! We already know how to PC, don't we?' George smirked.

'Go on, it'll be easier without them, Dad.' Ginny said.

'All right, Fred.'

'All right George.'

The twins topped imaginary hats and walked into oblivion.

Harry gasped.

'I never get used to seeing them do that.' Ginny said sympathetically, patting Harry's hand.

He felt a swoop of pleasure as she did that, the feel of her white, cool hand soft and sensual, so remnant of the previous month.

Already, he was wide awake.

'Fred and George are better at it than most,' Ginny said, tucking her hand in her robes, breaking Harry's train of thought, 'Dad's still spinning around in circles before PCing. Too much apparition.' Ginny sighed condescendingly.

'Very funny, Ginevra.' Mr. Weasley said, blushing to his ears.

Ginny winced visibly at the sound of her old-fashioned name before allowing Mr. Weasley yo continue.

'Proverbial Conquest is like a modified mode of apparition. It is less legal than apparition because it can be accessed by Muggles. But use of Proverbial Conquest have been lax, especially since when muggles Proverbate, it is referred to as "sleepwalking."' Mr. Weasley said.

To Harry it sounded like Hermione rambling off from an essay that she had just researched.

Hermione! How was she?

'Er, Mr. Weasley, have you heard from Hermione recently?' Harry asked, trying to act nonchalant.

'Why, no Harry? Were you expecting her?' Ginny asked in a falsetto, extremely girly voice.

Harry blushed and responded hotly.

'No, but she's my friend and--'

'Just joking Harry, you can stop, seriously. She's supposed to be picked up tomorrow. She can already Proverbate and everything! She's been begging to practice her apparition, but seeing as even something as innocent as Apparition can be dogged, we've been keeping it on the downlow. For now, Proverbial Conquest is entirely legal, well, mostly anyway, and cannot be traced.' Ginny said triumphantly.

'Anyway,' Mr. Weasley interrupted, 'Harry, to Proverbial Conquest, you simply need to clearly see your destination, and sort of detach your mind from your body.'

Harry looked as if Mr. Weasley had just asked him to swallow a tree-frog.

'Detach my mind from my body?' He said, weakly.

'Harry, Harry, Harry. Your mind is already being non-Proverbialized. One of the Muggles' only faults, bless them, is that their minds are so closed to what wizards call everyday. You Harry, being brought up by Muggles, are inclined to think that such doings is impossible. When a Seer is in a trance, doesn't she completely detatch herself from the current events, as she Sees? Isn't she detatching herself into the future?' Mr. Weasley said.

'Er, I guess so.' Harry said, feeling very stupid.

'Well then, how difficult can it be for us to move our minds into someplace in the present?' Mr. Weasley prompted.

'Ahm, maybe, I suppose.' Harry said again, watching Ginny smirk and roll her eyes from the corner of his eyes.

'Yes, that's right.' Harry said more forcefully.

'Look, Harry, I bet you're wondering why we don't just take the subway to get to the Burrow, but this is more than just getting from A to B. This is a mode of survival! Well, let's get started. Ginny, you first.' Mr. Weasley said.

Ginny smashed her lips together, cramming her eyes shut and looking as if she had been given an overdose of U-No-Poo.

'Now concentrate.' Mr. Weasley said.

Ginny's eyes squinched up even tighter.

'And go!' Mr. Weasley whispered.

Ginny walked forward, disappearing completely.

'Wow!' Harry shouted.

'Harry, you must be quiet. The Dursley's are still very much asleep, but still, be careful!'

Mr. Weasley's words brought about a jolt in Harry, as he remembered his previous night's dream.

'Father, why have I been chosen? Can it not be more effective to appoint another in my place?' The voice of a young man whined audibly.

'Silence. It is not of my decision why the Dark Lord is being so, so final. But it is you who has been chosen. It is bad enough having your mother whine and complain about what has occurred, far worse you.' The slippery sound cut through the other's whining.

'Yes father.' The first voice said, submissive yet still obviously annoyed.

'Be careful, and stay away from prying eyes. The Potter boy is still very much aware of the danger in his surroundings.' The second voice snapped.

'Yes father.' The first recoiled.

'Harry! Are you ready to try?' Asked Mr. Weasley.

'Well, yes.' Harry said, his memories still holding on to the dream, before it slipped away.

'Shut your eyes, that makes it easier.'

Harry shut his eyes, and closed his mouth.

'All right, Harry.'

'1.'

'2.'

'3.'

Harry walked slowly, envisioning the Burrow.

Almost at once he felt as if he was asleep. His mind was very relaxed, before suddenly speeding up, memories flying back and forth.

Then, it was all over. Harry was flat on his back staring up into a deep black sky.

He was there. He was finally there.

After all those weeks of being by himself, he was finally there.

He was completely happy.

He jumped back up on his feet, before looking around, and noticing the dank foul smells that approached him.

He wasn't at the Burrow at all.

He was right outside of some strange shop, filled with murderous scupltures and statues.

Three spindly words caught Harry's eyes as he spun around widly, trying to regain his footing.

Borgin and Burke's.