So I had a fit of Last Trailer ever inspiration and decided to write the next chapter. Not much to say except enjoy.

Chapter 18

"What do you mean?" Harry asked attempting to contain his anger.

Ginny squeezed his hand comfortingly but he could barely feel it with the anger coursing through his body.

"I've been trying to get an advanced copy of her book and tried to stop it but technically, we can't. It's against the ministry of magic. I don't even think that a word from the Chosen One will help." Kingsley said apologetically.

"I know you have Kingsley." He said roughly.

Ginny placed her hand on his shoulders and rubbed his back.

"I will get you a copy as soon as possible and see if I can do anything to stop it but I don't think I can." Kingsley said with a solemn look.

Harry nodded. "It's alright. No use getting worried until I can actually see it. Maybe for once Rita won't do something that won't cause me shame for the rest of my life and the need to hurt her."

Kingsley nodded. "Very wise Harry. However, I highly doubt that."

Ginny giggled quietly, attempting to lighten the moment. "Come on, let's go back inside. People will start arriving soon."

Harry and Ginny walked in quietly where Hermione and Ron had already returned and George was unfortunately dolling out Galleons to Percy, while he smiled.

"Promise you won't spend the whole day stewing about this." Ginny said quietly to him as people began arriving.

"I won't." Harry said squeezing her hand.

Harry wasn't surprised that as many people showed as did but he was shocked that Ms. Weasley had invited so many people. She had invited all of the DA members, most of the students in his year, all of his past Quidditch team members, all of the Professors at Hogwarts and all of the remaining order. Basically anyone he had ever met. Not only magical as Ms. Figg was also at the party.

It was quite a shock to him, to see all those people squeezed tightly at the burrow. He was positive there were more people than at Fleur and Bill's wedding.

"There sure are a lot of people here Harry." Petunia said as she and Dudley walked over to him.

Ginny had let his side to talk to members of the DA (mostly Neville and Luna).

"Yeah, I know." Harry said nervously. "I don't think I've talked to most of these people. Mrs. Weasley tends to go overboard, and well one of her sons died in the war, so she's been going extremely overboard. We had another party a couple weeks ago for Percy and Mr. Weasley's promotions and well, that was about double this size."

Petunia nodded. "Who are all these people though?"

Harry pointed to the group of adults. "Those are all my professors from school, and watch out for that one in the green, he'll want to talk to you about my mum." He pointed to the group where Ginny was standing. "That is the DA, it stands for Dumbledore's Army, it was a group we came up with in our fifth year because our Professor wouldn't teach us any defensive spells, so we decided we would practice on our own." He pointed over to the group housing Oliver and Angelina. "Most of them were on my Quidditch team, at one point or another. Except for the big, burly one. He and I competed in this tournament in my fourth year, along with Fleur. That's pretty much everyone I really know. Everybody else I went to school with."

"Oh dear." Petunia said.

Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley went into the pandemonium of the crowd and clapped her hands. "Alright, alright. Now, last year we did not get to properly celebrate Harry's birthday, and the seventeenth year is a big one. So we properly celebrating now. So I thought that maybe some of us would like to share some stories about Harry."

Hagrid gasped. "Me firs'!"

Mrs. Weasley laughed. "Of course Hagrid."

Harry groaned. "This is going to get embarrassing."

Petunia smiled and she and Dudley looked over intrigued.

"Now, I've known Harry since he was a wee little baby. Could fit in the palm of me hand he could!" Harry could already see his eyes watering. "I knew his parents and his parents parents. Now the Potters are the most respectable family, besides the Weasleys of course, that one could meet. Harry was no exception, and he…" Tears began falling on his face. "when he was just a wee little tyke, only twelve, he worked endlessly to get me to clear my name—"

"Hey!" Ron yelled. "I was the one who was terrified by your little pet! It was all fine and dandy for Harry!"

"I was gettin' there Ron!" He shouted with a smile. "When he and Ron were wee little tykes," he wiped his eyes. "They are my heroes and don't think I forgotten about you Hermione!"

She smiled and blushed, burying her face into Ron's shoulders.

"And Harry you are my hero. Not just cause you fought He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named or cause you are brave, which ya are, but cause of your loyalty, friendship and love for all ya friends, which I am glad to include myself in."

Harry smiled and looked down at his shows bashfully. "Thanks Hagrid."

"Aww come 'ere!" He shouted stamping over to Harry where he picked him up in a crushing hug.

"Hagrid." Harry said strained. "I love you too, please let go, I can't breathe."

Hagrid laughed his booming laugh and dropped Harry to the ground ruffled his hair before returning to his seat.

"I'm next!" Neville shouted. Much to Harry's surprise. He had gotten much braver than Harry had even realized.

As they all laughed about Neville's horribly embarrassing stories of the first year they had met, almost no one noticed George slip into the house.

"George." Angelina said as she followed him into the house.

He took a deep breath and smiled. "Hey."

"You can stop fake smiling." She said.

George nodded his head and dropped his fake happiness. The fact that she realized it made him want to smile but he couldn't seem to get the energy to do so. "Why are you in here?"

"I was following you of course." She said.

George nodded and turned to look out the window of the Burrow.

"Why are you here?"

"Happiness makes me sick." He mumbled. He shocked himself at his chagrin. There was no one he didn't cover up his sadness for. He didn't want anyone to see because he knew what they would say. Fred wouldn't want him to feel that way.

He knew they were right, it'd be the same way for him but he couldn't stop. It was as if he had a pain in his stomach constantly that could never go away. He wished so badly that it would.

He didn't want Fred back, well he did but he knew it wasn't going to happen. He just wanted for the pain to stop. He wanted to sleep in his bed again. He wanted to be able to smile with his friends again. Wanted to be able to look at a pretty girl and not feel guilty for thinking about asking her out. He wanted to be able to crack jokes with his family and torture them all the same. He did of course, as to not alert anyone. But he wasn't really there. He was doing all those things but he wasn't enjoying them.

"How are you?" She asked quietly, slipping next to him.

He shrugged.

"You can't hide from me George Weasley, I know you better than anyone, except for…" She stopped herself and looked down. She used to say it all the time when Fred was alive but know it felt wrong to speak his name.

"Except for Fred." He said. "You can say his name. I like to talk about him but no one else really does. Or if they do, I suspect they feel guilty saying it around me."

She nodded and looked at him sadly.

He turned to look at her. She was wearing a light purple dress that clung perfectly to her. Her legs and arms were toned and, despite her already dark skin, noticeably sun-kissed from playing professional Quidditch.

He had always known she was beautiful ever since their second or third year. Admittedly, Fred had noticed as well, however he had made it known. That was the way Fred was. He was harsher, more outspoken. Many didn't think it was possible but it was and George was shy. Especially around girls. He could talk a lot but when it came to them, he was as much of a blithering idiot as Ron was around Hermione.

Fred had given him most of his strength and courage to speak to them but without him he couldn't even if he wanted to. Which he did, especially now. But he kept feeling…

"Guilty." He whispered to her. She jumped shocked that he had spoken after such a long silence. "I feel guilty all the time."

She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off.

"Don't say it. I know, I know that Fred wouldn't want me to feel that way, I know he'd want me to enjoy my life but I can't help it. I feel guilty all the time. It's like a hippogriff is sitting on my chest." He couldn't help but be emphatic, and wave his arms around. "I feel guilty for smiling, for making jokes, for looking at the joke shop, for smiling at a pretty girl. I can barely look at you without feeling guilty. I just feel guilty."

She sighed and pulled him in closely for a hug and he groaned.

"What?" She asked pulling away slightly.

"I feel guilty for enjoying this."

She shook her head and evidently didn't read too much into it as she pulled him back to her. "I think Fred would want you too. I think he'd find it downright wrong if you didn't."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her. "I haven't been to my flat in over a month. I want to go home but I'm too scared. Things got ugly the last time I was there and I feel guilty spending all my time at Percy's flat and not letting him have any alone time with Audrey."

She scoffed and stepped out of his hug. "I will go with you, right after the party. We will go get your things from Percy's flat and then we will go to yours and I will help you clean up or move stuff, or get rid of anything you want."

He sighed. "Thanks Angelina."

"Now come on, we're missing highly embarrassing stories about The Chosen One. We need to have something to tell Rita Skeeter later."

After many stories were already shared, Ron finally stepped up to the center of the crowd and pushed people out of his way. "Alright, it's my turn."

"Oh dear." Harry said with a laugh.

He could only imagine which story Ron was going to tell. His aunt and cousin had paid perfect attention to all stories that were being told, which included his first snitch, petrifying Neville in first year, teaching "classes" for the DA, and standing up to Umbridge in fifth year.

"Now, I've known Harry for an exceptionally long time. We've had a lot of ups and downs, and a lot of times were he tried to get me killed."

The crowd chuckled and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I know Harry; that was the real reason for you taking me along on all those fights. You wanted me out of the way so you could get a whack at my sister."

Ginny laughed and Harry smiled at her from across the crowd. "Turns out I didn't need you dead!"

"Lucky me. I know that I have gotten very temperamental at times, and that I was a complete arse at others but you're my best mate. I hope you know."

Harry smiled. "You're mine too."

"Oh just shut up and kiss already!" George yelled from the crowd, having returned without anyone noticing he or Angelina were gone.

"What I'm trying to say is that no matter what, I wouldn't change any our adventures…well most of them." Ron said.

Everyone clapped but he jumped as if suddenly remembering something. "Wait!" He reached through the crowd and grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her to the center. "I would also like to say that Hermione Granger is my girlfriend. So back off mates."

Hermione smacked him in the arm but everyone started screaming and whistling, Harry included.

"Come on," George said pushing to the front. "Give us a good snog; we've been waiting for this for seven years!"

"No!" Hermione cried.

However Ron leaned over and pressed his lips to hers chastely and then pulled away.

"Sell out!" George cried.

"I think we are forgetting that this is not about Hermione and Ron snogging, it's about Harry!" Ginny cried stepping into the middle. "Speaking of I would like to go next."

"Gross!" Bill called. "You're only going to talk about how you like to snog him."

"What is it with my brothers being perverts?" Ginny said. "I was going to say nothing of the sort. I was simply going to say that Harry has a wonderful friend and boyfriend," all her brother's groaned. "And that I'm glad to have known him. Happy?"

"No." Her brother replied.

"Alright, I think that's enough talking about me for one day." Harry said.

"No wait, Harry!" Hermione called. "I just want to say one thing."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, what?"

"Just that, you're like my brother and I love you very much." She said with a smile.

Harry sighed feeling guilty. "I love you too." He muttered embarrassed.

She walked over and hugged him tightly, almost as tightly as Hagrid.

He noticed Ron laughing and Harry looked over at him wickedly before grabbing his shirt and pulling him over into the hug.

"Alright." Harry said and pushed them away. "Enough of this weepy stuff. It's a party." He sighed and the rest of the party began to talk and he slipped back into the Burrow quietly, where Andromeda was playing with Teddy.

Ginny walked over to Hermione and pulled her away from Ron who was having an animated argument with Oliver Wood about the Chudley Cannons. The crowd had thinned out, mostly only Harry's true friends were around now thus there was a much smaller crowd.

"Can I talk to you, privately?"

Hermione nodded and allowed Ginny to pull her away into the area where the Weasley's would normally play Quidditch. "I want your advice."

Hermione nodded.

"Have you and Ron, well…done anything?"

"I don't understand." Hermione said tilting her head to the side like a dog.

"Done anything...well for lack of a better word sexually?"

"Oh!" Hermione said. "Do you really want to know?"

"Well of course not but it pertains to my questioning…"

"Oh, oh!" Hermione blushed. "Well, yes. I'm afraid there are not many other…things we could do."

"Oh." Ginny said. "I just, I want to do something special for his birthday, I mean I don't want to have sex—well I do but not now—with him, but I do want to do more."

Hermione blushed. "I really don't feel comfortable with this."

"I know I just don't have anyone else to go to. It's not like I can go to my mum and I'm definitely not going to Fleur."

"I have." Hermione admitted. "After our first night together, she calmed me down. I was hysterical."

"Hysterical?" Ginny sat down in the field.

"It was practically terrible." Hermione said sitting down next to her. "It was just so awkward and odd and it hurt."

Ginny nodded.

"Trust me, it gets better, a lot better but it was bad that first time." Hermione said. "And well, basically Ron wouldn't even look at me it was so bad, so I panicked and I was crying and Fleur talked to me and eventually, I was better and the next time it was better."

Ginny nodded. "That's something to look forward to."

"Sorry, I don't mean to discourage you, it's just the truth."

"I just, it's his birthday, and I thought today would be a good day. The only problem is that, he thinks I'm still ten years old and doesn't even try anything with me and it's so annoying." Ginny said frustrated. "I mean, I told him that I wanted to wait when we came back from Hogwarts but now I realize that even before, when we were together, he never tried anything either. We were alone several times when we were in Hogwarts but never once did he try to do anything."

"I'm not exactly the expert on this, Ginny but if I were in your situation, I would say that you should make him start thinking of you that way." Hermione stood up and brushed her hands off on her pants. "Also recall that we'll be leaving in a few weeks, and you won't be seeing Harry for over three months. Just for reference, I will keep Ron busy tonight for a few hours. Incase you were wondering."

Suddenly there was a shouting from over at the party.

As Harry slipped into the Burrow, Teddy was playing with his toys and Andromeda sat there watching him.

"Hello Harry, shouldn't you be out there enjoying the party." She said.

Harry shrugged and laid down on the floor next to Teddy. "I'd much rather be here. Don't tell Mrs. Weasley."

She smiled.

"How are you getting along?" He asked her.

"I'm making it. It's harder, being alone but I'm not really alone." She motioned over to Teddy where he was reaching over and playing with Harry's robe. "I know we never truly spoke about custody because technically, Teddy's yours but—"

"I'd never dream of taking him from you." Harry assured her. "I love Teddy but I'm too young to take care of him by myself." He sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I've been thinking about it for a while. I've come into a lot of inheritance, both from my parents and Sirius, and I want to give you and Teddy an account with enough money to take care of yourselves. I don't exactly know how much I have but it will be a significant amount and I want to be able to constantly fund money into it."

"Harry I'm not going to ask you to do that." She said.

"It's a good thing you're not asking me." He said. "This isn't just from me. I know my parents and Sirius would do the same thing. If Teddy was my age, I'm positive he would've gotten half of what I was given from my parents and Sirius, and I wouldn't doubt it. They were Lupin's brothers and you are Sirius' family, one way or another. So I will not be taking no as an answer."

She smiled at him. "You're a good boy Harry."

"I try." Harry said and looked at Teddy who had fallen asleep playing with his robes.

"I should take him home." She said and picked him up slowly.

"I want to help you out with more than money, Andromeda." He said quietly. "I want to see him at least once a week, if you wouldn't mind."

"Of course not." She said with a tired smile. "You can come over on Friday, while I take a nap."

Harry nodded. "Brilliant."

"Well, I will floo myself out now." She said and walked to the fireplace.

Just as she had disappeared, he heard a commotion from the backyard. He ran out and heard shouting and spells being fired.

He turned just in time to pull his wand out and deflect a spell from his aunt and cousin.

"Get inside the house!" He called to them and pushed them inside the door. "Don't come out for anything!" He pulled the door closed, despite their concerned looks and magically sealed it.

He looked around for the culprits of the fight. He knew in the pit of his stomach before he saw them.

They were the only ones who would do this, and on his birthday.

Death eaters.

I really didn't want to split the party up this much but it seemed a good place to stop. The next chapter will be up soon. Tell me what you think.

Also who do you think are the death eaters that are there?