Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I am, however, the first person to start a rumor about Harry Potter, Book the Seventh (see bottom). Like before, I'm going to spoil book six.

I'm either crazy or eccentric, and yes, there's a difference.

Chapter Two

Festivities at the Burrow

Although he had been expecting a party after Lupin's small comment to him, Harry was still amazed and surprised when he arrived at the Weasley house. He had simply expected Ron, Hermione, and the other Weasley siblings, but there was a great crowd at the small Burrow. A lot of the adults were members of the Order of the Phoenix, but there were a lot that Harry didn't know. As the car slowed, he read a hanging banner.

Happy Birthday Harry!

He looked around and saw a few more, decorated with Gryffindor colors and snitches, but then he saw one that cleared things up a bit.

Congratulations Bill and Fleur!

Obviously, it was a joint party. Getting out of the car, he entered the buzzing storm of people, searching desperately for a Weasley or Hermione. But everywhere he turned, a hand would reach out and he would hear several congratulations from many excited wizards he had never met before. Luckily, he was saved by a small hand leading him into the Burrow, and looking up and spotting the flaming red hair he knew that it was Ginny. Stepping into the kitchen, Harry noticed Charlie and Hermione talking at the table, and wondered where Ron was when three loud pops startled him.

"Guess who passed his Apparition test?" a familiar voice asked. Harry smiled, tuning to his best friend. With shock, he noted that Ron seemed to have grown a few more inches since they had said good-bye.

"Ronniekins, that's who," Fred teased. As Ron attempted to push the twin, George started going at it as well.

"Poor Won-Won! He hates being made fun of!" He sighed dramatically. The twins Apparated with a bang, away from Ron's reach on the other side of the kitchen.

"Great Ron!" Harry said, hoping Ron wasn't upset. To his relief, Ron was actually laughing.

"Just think, now you can have a go at it Harry!" he said. "Hope you remember your eyebrows…" Ron trailed off, unconsciously rubbing his own eyebrow that had caused him to fail his first test.

Harry simply yawned, sitting down next to Ginny. He glanced at his watch. Thirty minutes after midnight. He was an adult in the wizarding world now. Odd, he'd expected to fell different somehow…A crash and bang brought Harry's attention to the staircase. A few giggles told him that someone had probably drunken a bit much and had fallen down the steps. Vaguely he was reminded of Professor Trelawney staggering about Hogwarts, trying to hide her sherry bottles.

Hermione and Ginny stifled laughs, until Fleur, or Phlegm, as Ginny liked to call her, came in.

"Oh, 'Arry! I am so glad you are here! Gabrielle 'es anxious to see you! And Ginny, your dress, eet is finished," with a flick of her hand, a pale blue dress appeared into her arms. "Gabrielle 'az hers already--Gabrielle!" she shrieked.

The bride to be flung herself at the small girl that had just entered the kitchen. The resemblance was shocking. Like two Fleurs at once. Only one was much smaller. The other girl still had the same veela effect as her sister though. He couldn't take his eyes off Gabrielle, until he felt a sharp pinch on his arm. He glared at Ginny, who had turned away innocently and started humming. Harry was tempted to laugh as Hermione tried to distract Ron. It wasn't working that well. Ron just had a bad time controlling himself around veela.

Fleur dragged a protesting Ginny up the stairs to put her into her bridesmaid uniform, with Gabrielle quietly following her sister. Harry was surprised at how much he was reminded of his first time meeting Ginny at the Burrow; she had run off in silence.

"Heads up Harry!" Ron shouted just as a large package crashed into his face. He glared at the blushing boy. "Sorry mate, I told you heads up. Besides, you didn't think you wouldn't get presents on your birthday, did you?" For the next while, the remaining Weasley's and Hermione gave him presents and swapped stories of what had been going on.

"Most all the Hogwarts teachers are here. Even Professor Slughorn," Hermione mentioned, her voice a little excited. Ron coughed and seemed to sneeze at the same moment, resulting in something sounding like 'Lockhart'. Hermione ignored him.

"McGonagall's not here," Fred said, his cheerful voice somber, for once.

"Got lots to do, what with her being Headmistress," George piped up. "I feel sorry for her. I doubt she ever really wanted the position."

"Yeah, she prefers teaching Transfiguration, getting to transform students if they're bad at all," Fred said.

"No. that was Moody, remember? Well, no, it was that death eater bloke disguised as Mad-Eye," Ron ventured.

"But wasn't it McGonagall that turned you into a newt?"

"That was you Fred," Ron said. Fred and George smiled.

"It was, wasn't it? Pretty talented for only twelve years old." The twins laughed, and disappeared.

A few short hours later, Harry found himself sitting out in the Weasley's yard, witnessing his first wizard wedding. It was very impressive. There were fairies floating about, and enchanted bubbles and flowers that greeted the guests. He sat next to Hermione, since Ron had been dragged to the altar to be a groomsman, along with the rest of his brothers. The only exception was Percy, who was still not on speaking terms with his family. All around him, on the groom's side, were red-headed wizards and witches, and various members of the Order. The side with Fleur's family was much more interesting.

All of the women were beautiful, with some sort of veela blood in them. Even the men were handsome, but nothing in comparison to whomever they escorted. There was a lot of chatter from relatives that hadn't seen each other in a ling while, but silence fell when a small wrinkled wizard with a long white beard stood up. Harry recognized him as the same wizard that had spoken at Dumbledore's funeral.

Less than an hour later, Bill and Fleur were leaving to a house the two had bought somewhere in London. Mrs. Weasley was crying as if Bill had died, but Harry knew, well, hoped was more appropriate, that it was tears of joy. Watching the chairs fold themselves and disappear, Harry heard Ron and Hermione walk up to him.

"Ready to go in?" Ron asked, not trying to hide his yawn. Harry just nodded, following the two in silence. He wasn't sure if it was the light, but Ron seemed to be standing very close to Hermione. Unable to help it as he followed Ron up the crooked stairs, leaving Hermione with Ginny, he spoke up.

"Something going on?" he asked innocently. Even from behind, he could see Ron's ears turn a deep red. He ushered Harry into his room.

"What do you mean?" he finally broke the silence after making sure the door was closed. Harry shrugged.

"I dunno…Between you and Hermione?" his only answer was the color on Ron's face becoming a deep maroon, incidentally matching his pajamas perfectly. He smiled. "I knew it."

"I don't know what you're talking about. G'night!" Ron said hurriedly, jumping into his bed. Snores immediately came, very loud and fake. Harry chuckled, and pet Hedwig, who had returned from her hunting.

My theory: Chapter 28, we learn the initials of R.A.B. We aren't told what the initials stand for. I think I know; Sirius had a brother, Regulus Black that died around 16 years before HBP. Sirius speculated that he had been killed by Voldemort, or on Voldemort's orders. If Regulus was destroying Horcruxes made by Voldemort, wouldn't that be incentive to kill him? Tell me what you think!