A/N: Alright, Chapter four is now up and ready to be read. ;) Enjoy.

Chapter Four

Molly Weasley's plump pink face appeared at the window. She opened the door and gestured frantically for them to come in. They quickly stepped in. Molly looked nervously out the door before shutting it.

Harry was confused by this notion, but Dumbledore merely looked amused.

"Harry! Albus! We weren't expecting you until morning." Molly exclaimed, a note of happy surprise in her voice.

"Ahh…well Molly, the Dursleys weren't too disagreeable." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Oh, that is good, very good," Molly said distractedly as she was eyeing up Harry skeptically, "Harry! What have they been feeding you? You look like you're starving!"

Dumbledore winked at Harry and chuckled under is breath, his eyes twinkling. "Well dear Molly, I'm afraid I can't stay. I have some business to attend to." He said politely, and then turned to Harry "Remember what I told you Harry. It's of utmost importance." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes ceased, a serious tone in his voice. "I shall see you at Hogwarts, Harry. Take care, Molly."

With that, Dumbledore gave a humble bow and walked to the door, robes billowing behind him.

Mrs. Weasley quickly wrapped her arms around Harry in a motherly hug.

"Harry look at how you've grown. You are like Ron. I had to buy the boy a whole new set of robes this summer!" She said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Would you like some soup?" She didn't wait for an answer but began bustling around the kitchen. Her green night dress swishing as she walked.

Harry sat down at the table as she prepared the soup. He felt warm fur brush against his leg. He picked up the orange cat and stroked it. "So Hermione's here then?" he laughed as he stroked Hermione's cat, Crookshanks.

Molly nodded distractedly "Yes, she got here the day before yesterday."

"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry inquired.

"Yes Harry?"

"Where is Mr. Weasley? Shouldn't he be home by now?" Harry noticed how Mrs. Weasley reddened at this. She smiled happily and her chest puffed proudly. "Oh, Harry! Arthur has got a promotion! He is now Head Officer for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protection Objects!" She beamed in pride.

"Err, what exactly is that?" Harry asked tentatively, not wanting to offend her.

It didn't offend her, she continued. "Well ever since the evidence about You-Know-Who came out people started getting panicky. So a lot of people are trying to sell these protection charms, which is complete nonsense. It's Arthur's job to track down and confiscate these objects."

Harry smiled, "That's great!" he said encouragingly. Mrs. Weasley beamed.

She handed the soup to Harry, and he immediately began to eat, thankful for Mrs. Weasley's amazing cooking. He was almost finished when footsteps were heard outside the door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and ran to the door.

"Arthur?" She asked, "Is that you?"

"Yes it is Molly." Mr. Weasley's muffled voice came from behind the door. Mrs. Weasley hastily unlocked the door, swinging it open.

"How was your day, Arthur?" She asked brightly.

He smiled down at her through his spectacles, "Tiresome, but good." Just then Mr. Weasley noticed Harry, "Harry! You're here early."

Harry nodded and smiled, the two of them shook hands.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley began to talk of Mr. Weasley's day. Apparently people were making something called 'Metamorph-Medals' but Harry didn't really catch it, he was practically falling asleep in his soup.

Mrs. Weasley cut her husband off for a moment. "Harry, you're exhausted! You should go up to bed. You can have Fred and George's room; you'll have it to yourself."

"Where are they?" Harry asked curiously.

"They opened a joke shop in Diagon Ally and have a flat above it. Though I was disapproving at first, there is no denying their flare for business. Now, no more questions! Go to bed. Your trunk is up there."

Harry nodded. "G'night Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley." He said before departing.

He was awoken later by a sharp blow to the head. "Harry! When did you get here?"

A boy's voice shouted. Harry rubbed his eyes and searched for his glasses.

"Ron, don't hit him! Hello Harry." Hermione pitched in.

He looked up, his two best friends sitting before him beaming. He smiled back. "Hey guys. I got here at one this morning." He said.

The three of them continued on small talk. They asked how each other were and Harry caught them up on what Dumbledore had told him about the lessons and with difficulty, Sirius's will.

Then Harry remembered Dumbledore's favor. "Oh, and there was…something else." Harry began.

Ron and Hermione nodded, willing him to continue.

"Dumbledore, he, well he asked me to befriend Malfoy." Harry said quietly.

"WHAT?" The two shouted in unison. Harry merely grimaced.

Ron's face was red, "Who does Dumbledore think he is? He can't say that! Malfoy's a git! A pompous, posh git! Dumbledore has lost his mind. He's gone completely mental!"

"I-I have to. It's related to Voldemort." Harry explained, hoping is friends would understand.

"Oh." Was all Ron said and he looked downcast. Hermione nodded understandingly but she too looked upset.

Finally she spoke, "We'll help Harry, and we'll try to befriend him as well so it's easier on you."

Ron nodded "Yeah, we won't let you go down Harry." He gave Harry a reassuring smile and a pat on the back.

"Thanks guys…but we need a plan, don't we?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes Harry, I think we do."

A/N: So there reaction wasn't too bad, was it? I want to stay close to the book. And Ron and Hermione usually understand. Next chapter the PLAN and the annual trip to Diagon Ally! :D Review please.