A/N: So it's a little later than I promised it would be, but to be fair I did have to re-write the whole thing, after some much needed advice from a lovely reviewer. Thanks Trebsc, hope you prefer this 'new' Harry! Chapter 14: Part 2

The Weasley brothers had never seemed so intimidating. Harry Potter watched them almost shyly from across the dinner table, his growing apprehension beginning to show on his face. The Weasley's were like family to him; just as much so as Sirius and Remus were. And yet he'd never realised just how big, strong and scary they were. The way they slouched in their chairs, jaws set, chomping away at Mrs. Weasley's Shepherds Pie. Fred and George's trick hats that he couldn't stop laughing at just a week ago suddenly seemed threatening- like they were out to get him.

'Maybe they are out to get me,' thought Harry worriedly, his brain completely in overdrive. 'Maybe they still haven't forgotten the time when I first dated Ginny' Harry certainly hadn't forgotten. He'd been in the hospital wing, recovering from what ever he was in there for that time (which was probably either something to do with Quidditch or Voldemort)., when he suddenly kissed Ginny. Just then all six Weasley brothers none-the-less happened to walk in. The only thing the young patient remembered thinking was, 'I might as well forget getting discharged tomorrow'.

But to be fair they hadn't killed him that time, like Harry thought they would. But then again he wasn't marrying their baby sister that time.

'Jesus,' thought Harry feverishly. 'Compared to this lot the Dark Lord seems like child's play.'

Suddenly a sharp pain in his right leg brought Harry back to the table, and the noise that came with it. Turning round, he confirmed who it was that had kicked him. 'Who's to say it's just the Weasley BOYS that are scary'.

"Harry do it NOW. Come on you promised upstairs," hisses Ginny into her fiancée's ear, desperately trying not to capture the attention of a listening Hermione.

"One moment, I'm really hungry," he whispered back, piling more food onto his untouched plate, before slipping back into his worried trance.

"Har-ry," chanted Sirius in a singsong voice, trying to get the 17-year-old's attention. He groaned inwardly when he only got a faint mumble as a response. It left him no choice but to use the 'marauder's attention awareness' trick on his godson- again. 'Poor Kid' thought Sirius, 'Has far too much on his mind for his own good. Azkaban can't have helped much either. Someone seriously needs to get him a pensieve.' He stored that last thought in his mind, whilst pondering what to tell his godson this time. "Harry," he said finally, knowing this would get the boy's attention. "The other day I was walking past your room and overheard you proposing to Ginny."

" WHAT!!!" exclaimed Harry and Ginny at the same time, snapping their heads up to look at Sirius. Even Ron managed to stop chewing for long enough to stare at his best friend's godfather.

Sirius let out a bark like laugh. "Just kidding," he said grinning. "Mate, you really need to stop being so gullible if you're going to be a good marauder. Shiesh, you and Ginny, like that's going to hap…" The grin slid of the head auror's face as quickly as Stinksap, as he saw Harry and Ginny exchanged worried glances. 2No, " he whispered, pointing his finger at his godson and his girlfriend in turn. "You two…"

"Umhumm," replied Harry, suddenly feeling very awkward. " Me and Ginny are engaged. We were planning on telling you later this afternoon. Sorry."

"Tell me you're joking," demanded Sirius. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Weasley had got on their feet to restrain their four boys from punching Harry as hard as they could (Percy remain as dignified as ever, and Ron looked like he was choking on a chicken bone.)

Everyone's reactions were fast turning Harry's fear and awkwardness into the raw anger he'd kept bottled up since Azkaban. Suddenly he didn't care anymore. He didn't car that all the Weasleys and Hermione were watching him. He didn't car about hurting Sirius. He just had to let it all out. "No I'm not joking. I'm getting married to Ginny so get over it. (LOL Autumnlover). All of you!" yelled Harry, standing up, shaking Ginny's hand off his arm.

"Who says you're getting married? I never said you could, countered Sirius, joining his godson on his feet.

"You can't stop me. You can't tell me to do anything. You're not my father." A flicker of hurt passed across his godfather's face, and Harry felt a stone drop into his stomach. Ha felt so guilty for hurting Sirius, but by now he was so wound up nothing could stop him.

"Yes, as you so blatantly put it I'm not your father. I'm not James and I've never tried to be. But either way I would kill myself if something happened to you." Sirius spoke slowly and directly at Harry, ignoring the other gasps of horror from the others around the table.

"It's not like you care," said Harry dangerously quietly now, ignoring Ginny's cries of 'that's enough now Harry.'

"Of course I care. How could I not; you're my bloody godson. When have I ever let you believe otherwise?"

"YOU STILL WORK AT THE BLOODY MINISTRY DON'T YOU," Harry reverted back to yelling, taking up passing across the room too. "You don't give a damn about how they treat me. You know what, I'm glad you expelled me from training. And whilst we're on the topic, just so you know Azkaban was hell. No thanks to you… Pass that on to Dumbledore and Snape from me too."

"ENOUGH!" yelled Remus, creating a large boom with his wand that cut through the noise, silencing both Harry and Sirius, who were now talking over each other. "That's enough! Sit down both of you." Sirius growled and picked up his upturned chair. Harry flung himself into his, red in the face. "If you want to continue taking part in this conversation I suggest you start acting more like adults," continued Remus. No one dared interrupt the werewolf.

"Sirius, Harry's technically off age so you can't tell him what to do. Besides you know Harry loves Ginny, and he's no younger than James was when he married Lily."

He turned to a triumphant looking Harry and wiped the smile of his face. " As for you; if that little demonstration was supposed to show us your level of maturity then I don't think you're old enough to get married. Also remember that James had a lot of trouble with his own marriage, and he wasn't even no.1 one Voldemort's hit list."

There was a short awkward silence after Lupin's words. Harry was suddenly painfully aware that everything was spiralling out of control. "And yet," the young adult thought, "I have every right to be angry after what happened."

In the end it was Sirius who broke the silence with a low barely audible mummer. "Do you really think that the whole Azkaban thing was my fault?"

Harry Shrugged. "If they had done that to you, I would have stopped working for them ages ago," he replied in a tone to match his godfather's.

"Drop it Harry." To everyone's surprise it was not Remus who spoke but Ron- who had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole evening. "You seriously need to cool down mate. Anyway I was thinking if Hermione and me can get engaged, then so should Harry and Ginny. I personally know they love each other, and if Harry swears not to hurt my baby sis ever, then he has my blessing. But the final decision rests in mum and dad."

Molly seemed rather taken back at suddenly being thrown into the spotlight. That' and her youngest son's newfound level of maturity. He's probably spending too much time with Hermione. "Urm, " she began hesitantly, glancing at her nervous daughter, " Ginny's a bit too young for my liking, but Harry's a fine young gentleman. We all expected them to get married sooner or later. It's no longer in my position to stop them, not that I could even if I tried. So rather than breaking up the family, I wish them the best of luck instead. Arthur?" Mrs Weasley glanced at her husband, slightly red in the face at making such a speech.

"Well said Molly. I only ask that you consider the time of your marriage and not rush into anything too soon whilst you-know-who is still at large." Ginny nodded at her dad, beaming from ear to ear. Harry too nodded, but not as excitedly; his eyes still stubbornly fixed on his godfather's feet.

"That's settled then," concluded Remus, in a tone of voice that the two residents of the house instantly recognised as a relieved one. "Congratulations!"

"Now only to get you two to kiss and make up," the werewolf added in an undertone, nodding his head vaguely in Sirius and Harry's direction.


Wishful thinking Moony! Two days had passed since the disastrous engagement announcement, and Sirius and Harry had barely spoken more than two words to each other. Well what do you seriously expect from two of the most stubborn males on this planet?

Sirius had left for the ministry earlier this morning, Harry's words still ringing in his ears as crystal as daylight. Meanwhile the latter was sitting in the small, overcrowded library, located in the basement of their house, waiting for Remus to give him his weakly defence lesson. The werewolf had thought it would be a good idea to keep up Harry's training ever since he 'left' auror training, considering there was a war going on and all. The pair were currently making heavy progress in training to become an animagus.

"Sorry I'm late," said Remus briskly, bursting through the library doors 15mins later than planned. "I got held up talking to Dumbledore. Sorry." He glanced over to see his surrogate nephew was sitting on the table, evidently waiting for him, shrug lightly.

"Anyway the headmaster was just saying, rather than continuing with the animagus training in today's lesson…"

" What have our lessons got to do with him!!!" interrupted Harry shortly; a sudden anger towards his headmaster flaring up inside him.

The werewolf rolled his eyes and continued calmly. "Rather than continuing with animagus training, we need to brush up on your occlumency, because…" Remus suddenly stopped talking; mentally hitting himself for giving too much away. Now Harry was bound to try and get all the information out of him.

The sandy-haired wizard certainly wasn't wrong. Harry Potter instantly caught on the man's mistake, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Why??" he asked.

"Harry, Dumbledore specifically said not…"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY DUMBLEDORE TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ME!! DON'T YOU THINK I DESERVE TO KNOW? AFTERALL WHO IS IT THAT HAS TO KILL VOLDEMORT? ME. WHO HAS TO HAVE THESE DUMB OCULEMENCY LESSONS? ME. I'M FED UP WITH ALL OF YOU TREATING ME LIKE A LITTLE KID ALL THE TIME!"

Remus sighed. "Right I suppose you have point. You do have a right to know; but everything I tell you can't leave this room okay? Not even to Ron and Hermione." Only after receiving Harry's confirmation nod, did he continue.

"Dumbledore is convinced Voldemort is obtaining private information about this household in someway. Information that not even the rest of the order know. The wards on the house are so strong that there are only really two possible ways for Voldemort to get this information. Either he's found a way to penetrate your mind without you knowing. Or…" he paused hesitantly, " One of the people present at your engagement announcement is a traitor."

The atmosphere in the room changed suddenly as a result of Remus' words. "But only the Weasleys, Hermione, and we were there," whispered Harry, realisation dawning on him. The werewolf just nodded in grim agreement.

"But…but…who…what's the chance that Voldemort is breaking into my mind, and getting the information from…me?"

Remus smiled wryly. "I don't know Harry. It's hard for us to tell. You see why need to practice your occulemency though?" The teenager nodded, and the older wizard took this as his cue to snap back into teacher mode.

"Right, stand over there and prepare your barriers" "Legimens," called Remus, as soon as the boy had barely stood up.

Harry felt that all too familiar piercing sensation, enter his mind before he even had time to pull himself together. Thoughts of his previous argument with Sirius flooded into his brain, before he mustered up the strength to push Remus out of his mind.

Opening his eyes, he looked up to see his guardian staring at him, eyebrows raised. "Not bad at all, but by no means brilliant. But don't worry, we'll work at it," he stated matter-of-factly, before adding in a softer tone, "Harry, about Sirius…"

But before he could go on, a large unfamiliar owl swooped through the door and dropped an old looking piece of parchment at Remus' feet, before returning the way it came. Bending down, the werewolf picked up the letter and began to read it, his eyes widening as he did so.

"Harry you need to get out of here." He stated suddenly, " Floo over to the Weasleys."

"Remus what's going on?? I want to fight."

"HARRY, BLOODY HELL DO AS I SAY. GET OUT OF HERE."

The teenager stopped and stared at his surrogate uncle. He'd never shouted before, and the truth was it scared him. "Right, I'll go to the Weasleys," he said, making a mental to come back and see what was going on one Remus had seen him leave once.


(Meanwhile in Voldemort's lair)

A cold high pitched laugh, devoid of all emotion, bounced off the marble walls, and pierced through the body of the young man standing there.

" Potter and the Weasley girl are getting engaged are they?" The words came out as hisses, through a small slit made in a pale, empty mask of white. The young man was forced to laugh too with him.

"Yes, my Lord."

"How sweet. Young love," There was nothing sweet about the creature's mocking tone of voice. "Very well. We keep her alive. She might be valuable to us later."

"Yes, master."

"For now I want the two that we talked about early killed. Make sure Potter's at the Weasel's home today. Send his pathetic guardians a fake letter if needs be. I'll be paying that brat a little visit this afternoon."

"Yes, master."

"Makes sure Potter's there. You know very well what will happen if he isn't…Weasley."

With that the young redhead's screams filled the room.

A/N: I want to be perfectly honest with you guys. I know I'm not able to update half as often as I would like, but I need to know whether you're still interested in this story. If you're not then there's really no point in me continuing it.

Let me clear up the facts for you. There are six chapters of this story left. The next one should be up pretty soon, cause it's almost written already (it was initially a one-shot I planned to do) after that I really don't know.

I need you to tell me whether you want me to finish the story. This isn't just a way for me to get reviews; I actually mean it. I promise to continue though it if that's what you guys want. You'll just have to bear with me.

On a lighter note, if you can tell me which of the Weasleys is the traitor then you get the next chapter dedication. Have fun with that.

Even though Sirius is dead if he's still alive in your heart, copy this into your profile (please do)

Finally if you have this story on alerts and you're reading this right now please review!!! Pleeeease! Before I do what my friend Autumnlover did, which is naming all you guys.