A/N Hi! I'm so sorry I took so long to update. This was actually quite a hard chapter to write, and I'm not entirely happy with it. It seems quite boring to me but I was trying to get a point across and to show Harry's emotions. So I hope you like it. And please review for me? On the last chapter I haven't had any reviews but loads of people have read it. Please please review for me? It really helps me write when I get reviews.

Sad Reunions

He stood outside the house with his two best friends. Was this really his house? One he had not seen in nine months? It looked so different; so dark; so lifeless. But despite all the difference it was, in fact, the same. The flowers next to the patio had bloomed since September; a beautiful shade of pink that his mother always loved. They were lilies, like her. The bushes were now overgrown and the path was weedy, a view which his father would have hated. The neighbours must have heard of the Potter's deaths because there were bunches of various flowers propped up against the front door. Harry wondered, however, exactly what they knew, because they were all muggles.

"Harry," Hermione made him jump with her soft voice on his left side, "You don't have to do this."

"Yeah mate, maybe it would be better to leave it a while?" Ron suggested on his right.

"No, we're here now," Harry replied, looking straight forward, "There's no point in leaving."

Before Ron and Hermione could say another word, Harry walked forward quickly towards his house, picking up the flowers silently as he opened the front door.

On opening it, a disastrous sight met his eyes. The walls were almost totally black from fire and smoke; the hall stank of smoke and the carpets were also burnt. Hermione let out a gasp and a cough upon entering the dark room, but Harry and Ron just stood and stared.

"Stupid prats," Harry stated calmly.

"Harry! Are you ok?!" Hermione exclaimed as if the sky was falling.

"Yeah," He replied lazily, "It's nothing that magic won't fix."

"That's true I suppose," She replied, walking after him into the kitchen.

The kitchen was the same as Harry remembered it; the walls weren't as bad in here, just a few burnt patches. The only thing that had really changed were the draws and cupboards; cutlery and plates were on the floor, some smashed.

"They had a field day in here didn't they?" Ron stated more than asked.

Harry nodded his head and walked towards the side unit. Putting down the box he had been given, he bent down and slowly picked up a plate. Nothing special, just a plate. He sighed deeply and put it on the side next to the box. As he looked around the room he saw Hermione staring at him as if he were crazy. He shrugged this off and bent down to pick up another plate.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, "You don't have to do that," She said, looking pointedly to the plate in his hand.

"Why?" Harry asked, oblivious to doing anything wrong.

"Well… It can wait for later?" She replied.

"Does everything have to wait for later?!" Harry shouted suddenly, throwing the plate across the room to watch is smash on the opposite wall. "What if we had waited till later to go and save Ron?! What do you think would have happened then?" He looked away from her as he breathed slowly to try and calm himself back down. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Hermione's kindness, but having her acting like he was a twig and would break down at any moment was just silly.

Hermione looked at the floor after Harry had shouted at her, not quite knowing what to do next. Ron looked from Harry to Hermione and back again, then stepped forward.

"Mate, do you want to look upstairs?" He asked timidly.

"Ok," Harry sighed, striding out of the room.

The three of them traipsed up the stairs and Harry headed straight for his parents' room.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked as she walked towards Harry's own room.

"Mum and dad's room, I want to see what they've done," Harry replied, not even looking back at her.

Before either Ron or Hermione could get to him, it was too late, Harry was in the room and on his knees in shock.

The whole room was ruined. The window was shattered, the carpets had been pulled up, most of the walls had been crashed through, all the pictures had been pulled off the walls, there were feathers everywhere from the ripped pillows, and there were clothes and draws from cupboards on the floor. Harry looked around in utter shock, not able to say a single word. Ron and Hermione stood behind him, also shell-shocked. Hermione tried to speak some words of comfort but nothing would come.

The three of them were in the doorway for many minutes, which seemed like hours, staring around the room.

"Well, mate…" Ron started timidly, "It's nothing you can't fix with magic, is it?"

Harry turned and looked up at his friend. His naïve friend. It wasn't the fact that everything was ruined; it was the sentimental value. Harry was sure he was going to find much worse when he looked closer around the room, and his own bedroom. All this in consideration however, Harry tried at a weak smile and appreciated Ron's thoughtfulness.

Standing up slowly, Harry started to inspect the room closer. He walked around the walls of the room, picking up things that he thought would matter. He picked up various pictures of himself which used to be smiling and laughing, but now they stared back in confusion, not knowing why they hadn't seen daylight through their frames for a while.

"Harry," Hermione said quietly from the other side of the room. She signalled for him to go over to the wardrobe in which she was standing, and he did so.

She was holding a card which said 'To my Husband on Your Birthday' on it. When Harry got to her, she opened it slowly and Harry's eyes instantly flooded with tears. The words his mother had written were simple, but very effective. 'Until the day I die, I'll love you with all my heart.'

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, giving him a small hug. But before she knew it he had grabbed hold of her and was crying more than he'd cried for a long time on her shoulder. "Harry!" She said, in a bit of a shock, "Oh Harry, you'll be ok, I promise. We're here, aren't we Ron?"

"Yeah mate, you've always got us," Ron replied quickly at Hermione's signal to him to say something.

Harry pulled away from Hermione and turned bright red, sniffing loudly. "I'm sorry," He croaked, "Don't know what came over me…"

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness; it had always been like Harry to have his emotions all over the place.

"I hate to make you more upset Harry," Hermione started awkwardly, "But, maybe you seeing this card is a good thing. You know they loved each other even more now. Even if you already knew it before."

Harry smiled at the contemplation. It was true, this birthday card was from his father's most recent birthday, so it just showed how in love they were. And Hermione was right, knowing that his parents loved each other so much until their dying days, and they died together, was truly lovely, despite the way that they died. He couldn't help but think, never mind how far-fetched it might be, that they were together somewhere else, still with him, and still very much in love.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione's cry made him jump out of his reverie and he looked to the floor where she now sat, a tear rolling down her cheek.

She had found a whole box of cards from his mother to his father and vice-versa. Each and every one of the cards was expressing love; some weren't even from birthdays or celebrations. Some were sorry cards that one had given the other after a fight, and others just cards which had long paragraphs of writing in them. Harry sat beside Hermione and started looking through the cards, tears falling from his eyes every now and then, when he read something especially heart-felt.

Ron was soon on the floor with them, it was a tight squeeze in the wardrobe but they were all there, reading different cards.

"Harry, look," Ron said after about five minutes, holding up a letter for Harry to take.

He did so and read the letter in his head a few times before it sunk in:

Dear Lily,

I don't really know why I'm writing you a letter, I could just say it to your face, but well, here goes…

You're pregnant! I couldn't believe it when you told me. I'm so sorry I walked away without saying anything by the way, I was just so shocked. But so that you know, I'm so happy!

The beginning of our marriage has been fabulous, even though we haven't seen each other much. I've hated being away from you, and I hope you're staying safe amongst all this fighting and war. But I know Mooney is taking care of you on your job, and I'm ok, just to let you know!

But Lily, when our baby comes, I think we should settle down, you know, not do so much for the Order. Because I want to have a brilliant family life, and I want our son (I know it will be a boy) to have the best parents in the world. And how would he have that if we're always away on Order work?

I love you Lily Potter, and I will love our child as well, more than life itself. We're going to have the best life in the world, and we'll live to an old age and watch our children and grandchildren grow up as well. Nothing will ever part me from you, and I swear when you die, I'll die as well. Then are souls will go on forever and one day we will be reunited with our little baby.

I really do love you Lily. Now stay safe and I'll see you soon.

All my love,

James. Xxx

Harry put down the letter and leant against the wall. He didn't really know what to make of it. It didn't say much; his father was obviously a rambler. Was there even a point to that letter? Just to say he was happy that they were having a baby. It was strange to think that this letter had been written around seventeen years ago; but here it was, right in front of him. That obviously meant that his mother had cherished it a lot.

Another silent tear fell down his cheek as he sighed away his sadness. Hermione had taken the letter from the floor and was now done reading it. She was in floods of tears, but girls are like that when they read something romantic. Harry smiled at her and rubbed her back with his hand. She turned around and weakly smiled back as Ron hugged her.

"Come on," Harry said, getting to his feet, "Lets see what they did to my room."

They walked to Harry's room and looked in. This was the worst room of all. It was in the same sort of state as his parents' room but the mess was doubled. They couldn't even see the floor and they had to be careful where they stepped.

"They must have been after something valuable," Ron said as they explored the new jungle.

"Well, they were just looking for something that I would have not wanted gone," Harry said, looking into his cupboard, "Like a broomstick, or letters from my mum and dad and Sirius."

"Is anything gone?" Hermione asked, walking to the window.

"No, I still have letters," Harry sighed, "But they've been a bit tampered with…" Harry turned round and held up the letters for Ron and Hermione to see. They gasped when they saw the letters ripped and written on.

'Death to you and those you love' was written on most of them.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

"It's ok, I'm not scared, bit worried about you two though," Harry replied, throwing the letters back on the floor, "And Ginny…" He added, not facing them.

"Maybe we should go back to the Burrow…" Ron suggested.

"It would be good for you to talk to Ginny…" Hermione said tentatively.

"What has she done?" Harry asked suddenly.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and then Ron slowly turned back to Harry and said, "Nothing, why?"

"Fine, act like nothing's wrong, I'll find out anyway," Harry said stonily to them. "Come on; let's go back to the burrow."

Harry turned around quickly and found his way out of the messy room. He quite wanted to stay and clean up his house, but it was beginning to get dark outside (he hadn't realized they had taken so long), so they needed to get back to the Burrow.

Walking outside, Harry took one last look at his house for the day and disapparated back to the Burrow.


"Harry dear!" Mrs Weasley shouted in her kitchen, "You frightened me!"

"I'm sorry," Harry replied, "I'm obviously not very good at apparating, I was aiming for outside the…" He stopped talking as soon as he saw Ginny's red face.

He hadn't even noticed her in the room, but she was there, sitting on a chair at the table trying to hide her tear strewn face from him.

"Ginny! What's wrong?" Hr ran over to her chair and knelt down on the floor so that he was at her eye level.

Ron and Hermione walked through the door at this point and stopped and stared at them. Mrs Weasley was, too, staring.

Harry ignored this and tried to make Ginny talk to him, but she wouldn't even look at him.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" He asked, putting his thumb on her chin and making her look at him.

He wiped away tears that were still falling down her cheeks and looked at Ron and Hermione again.

"What's happened?" He shouted at them.

Hermione opened her mouth and shook her head but no sound came out, and Ron just looked at the floor. Harry let out a growl and stood up, walking over to them, completely forgetting Mrs Weasley was in the room.

"What's happened?" He asked again, his voice getting louder.

It was at this moment that he realized; no matter how angry he was at Ginny, he would always love her and want her to be safe. So why was no one telling him so that he could help?

Harry's fuse finally burst and he pushed Ron backwards so that he hit the wall and fell on the floor.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ginny shouted together.

"Ron!" Mrs Weasley bustled over to her son and bent down to check him over.

He didn't seem hurt, but just sat there.

"Ron, I…" Harry started to apologise but Ron cut in over him.

"Its ok mate, don't worry."

"Ginerva Weasley!" Mrs Weasley stood up and rounded on Ginny, "Go in that room now and talk to Harry!" She shouted at her, pointing to the living room door, "Or so help me I'll tell him myself!"

"Tell me what?!" Harry shouted to the whole room.

"Harry," Ginny's voice was quiet and meek like a mouse, "Come in here," She started walking towards the living room and said quietly, "I need to tell you something…"


A/N There you go, nice little cliffy there for you. I know I said a couple of chapters ago that it was nearly finished but I have some new plans in store so it's not nearly finished at all. Please keep reading and please review!