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Harry's palms itched.

In his opinion there was no good reason for them to be itching. He hadn't touched anything that would make them itch and he wasn't about to do something new either. He was just going to see Ron, Hermione, and the other Weasley's again.

That was all.

Just something he'd done countless times before, even though this was the first time in this world.

Harry supposed that he was nervous because of how he was going to meet them this time. At the present time he was blindfolded and seated in the back of a car next to Ginny.

That had been the one condition about meeting her brothers. A condition she'd failed to mention to him until they were walking out the door.

Frankly, he could understand the condition – Ron and the others were wanted by the State. But that didn't mean he liked it. He knew he wasn't going to turn them over to Voldemort and he also knew that Ginny trusted him not to do that, but rules were apparently rules.

"Are we almost there?" Harry asked again, feeling like a little kid stuck in a too long car ride.

"Yes, so just hold on for a bit longer." Ginny's hand squeezed his as she spoke and Harry couldn't help but smile at the feeling.

Having Ginny back in his arms and knowing that she was safe from harm was a constant joy of his. Every time he saw her he couldn't help but whisper a promise to keep her safe, unlike his failure in the Police Memories.

The car came to a stop and Harry heard someone open the door next to him. Before he could even open his mouth and speak a rough hand grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the car.

"Bloody hell! Is that who I think it is?" Harry heard an eerily familiar female voice exclaim.

"Gin, yer brothers ar gonna kill yeh. Or him." This voice Harry recognized instantly – though it had been years since he'd heard it, in this world or any other.

"Hagrid?" Harry couldn't keep the wonder and happiness out of his voice.

"Oy! He members me! Heya, Harry!" Even through the blindfold Harry could tell that Hagrid was grinning.

"Hi, Hagrid. I thought you'd fled to the States. I didn't realize you'd fallen in with the rebels after you were framed." As Harry spoke he was being dragged up some steps and through a doorway.

"I wasn' framed. I got caught sellin' weapons on the black market." The door slammed behind Harry, an instant later the blindfold was yanked off.

Harry blinked as he studied the gloomy entryway. Once he could see his surroundings he felt a weird sense of déjà vu. Why did this place feel so familiar?

"You alright, Harry?"

Harry looked over at Ginny, who was watching him with a worried expression on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little déjà vu for some reason."

She stared at him in confusion for a moment before a light went off in her head, "Ah, that's odd. I don't think you've ever been here before. Old Grim is a little off the beaten path."

Shock ran through Harry. Old Grim? Did she mean 12 Grimmauld Place? Now that she had brought it up he noticed that it did look a bit like the Grimmauld Place he knew. Except that there was no screaming portrait or troll leg umbrella stand. How was he here? So far it had only existed in his Magic Memories! Or…had it? He knew it hadn't been in his Soccer Memories, he'd looked for it there, but what about his Police Memories? He'd never bothered to look for it there.

"Oy! Let's move it!" This came from the eerily familiar voice as Harry felt someone push him from behind.

Stumbling, he took a few steps forward before looking to see who was pushing him.

His eyes almost fell out of his sockets as his jaw hit the floor.

Standing in the gloomy entryway with bubble gum pink hair and too many piercings to count was Nymphadora Tonks.

"Wot? Never seen a piercin' before?" Tonks voice and stance as she spoke was defensive, as if she expected Harry to attack her for being different. Where was the fun-loving woman he remembered from his Magic Memories?

"Oh, give it a rest Tonks. He's probably just never seen a Crayola color on someone's head before. C'mon, Harry, let's go." Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and began leading him towards the all too familiar kitchen at the back of the house.

Right before she pushed open the door to the kitchen Ginny turned to look at Harry. She stared at him for a moment before taking a deep breath and beginning to speak. "Listen, Harry, my brothers are in there, and, well, they don't know about you yet. And, well, they can be…well, you know how they can be. Just try and stand your ground and don't forget that I'm her for you, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Hey, can I do something for luck?"

Ginny's head tilted to the side in puzzlement and she nodded.

Then, on a luck granting whim, Harry grabbed Ginny and pulled her into a kiss. He couldn't help it, she'd just looked so cute standing there with her soft brown eyes staring up at him. Unfortunately, it turned out to be the wrong time to kiss her.

The door to the kitchen swung open. "Hey, Gin, did I hear your –" the words ended in a strangled choke.

Startled, Harry broke the kiss with Ginny and looked over to see Ron standing not six inches from him in the open doorway. The look of shock on his face was quickly turning into anger.

For an instant Harry wouldn't to push Ginny away and apologize to Ron. Once he tossed that idea aside he wanted to step back and pull Ginny behind him. Neither of those choices seemed right though. Harry hadn't done anything wrong and Ron wasn't going to get mad at Ginny.

No, if anyone was going to hide behind anyone else then Harry should be hiding behind Ginny. He'd be safe there, but he wasn't one to play it safe.

Harry gave his old friend a grin, knowing it would annoy him, but he couldn't help it. "Hey there, Ron, how you doing?"

Ron's eyes narrowed and Harry had barely an instant's notice before the first punch came right at him. Harry dodged the punch and pushed Ginny towards Hagrid, who was watching the show with Tonks from not too far away.

Harry wasn't able to dodge the second punch. It hit him in the gut and he hit the floor. Ron joined him there an instant later when he lost his footing due to a run in with Harry's legs.

The two of them scuffled around on the floor for a few minutes until someone dumped a bucket of icy water on them.

Ron came up sputtering as Harry tried to hide the laughter bubbling up inside him. He didn't know why, but seeing Ron, in any world, finally get mad at him for dating his sister was just too amusing. Maybe it was because he was finally finding himself able to laugh at the differences between worlds. Or maybe it was just that all the memories inside of his head were slowly driving him insane.

"Why'd you do that!" Ron shouted at the smug looking red-heads in the kitchen doorway.

"I dunno…"

"Why did we do that?"

"You know, I can't think of a good reason."

"Hmm…me either."

"Maybe we could remember if we did it again."

"That might work."

An instant later the twins tossed another bucket of icy water on Harry and Ron. They both lost it. Ron let out a scream of anger and charged the twins, ready to tackle them, while Harry's laughter turned slightly hysterical as Ginny ran over to check on him.

The twins easily sidestepped Ron, letting him charge right past them and into a kitchen cabinet. The clanging from the pots hitting the floor made the whole house ring with noise.

"I think I remembered why we did that…"

"You know…I remembered too..."

"It was-

"-to calm-"

"-him down."

The two of them broke out laughing so hard that they fell to the floor, their laughter mixing with Harry's as Ginny watched with concern. Tonks and Hagrid just grinned and shook their heads as they watched Ron try and untangle himself from the cabinet.

Harry was jarred from his laughter by a sudden slam of a door from upstairs.

He wasn't the only one, the whole room grew silent as someone could be heard stomping down the stairs.

An instant later Harry knew why.

Her hair was in a tangled bun at the base of her neck that only accented the anger on her face and the fire in her eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH A RACKET! I told you I was putting David to bed!" Hermione shouted as she continued to stomp down the stairs towards them.

Harry quickly moved out of her way as his eyes caught on the shadow following Hermione. He'd almost missed the little boy. He looked to be about three years old and his head was one big mess of bushy red hair.

As Harry stared at the boy, David he assumed, the boy stared right back at him. Probably because Harry was the only one in the room he had never seen before.

Harry smiled at David as Hermione began chewing out Ron and the twins for causing such a commotion; she seemed to have completely overlooked the other four people in the room.

David crept across the water covered floor until he was directly in front of Harry. "Who you?"

Harry smiled and waved, "I'm Harry, who are you?"

"David."

"It's nice to meet you David."

About this time it seemed to register on Hermione that there were other people in the room. She whipped around, her bun bouncing on her neck, and stared at Harry.

"Who are you and what are you doing with my son?" Her voice wasn't as filled with anger as it had been, but Harry could tell that she was still on the verge of losing it.

Harry stood up carefully and approached Hermione with his soaking wet hand extended. "I'm Harry Potter; it's nice to meet you."

Her eyes widened a little in shock, "Harry Potter?" She looked over at Ginny, her eye brows raised, "What a pleasant surprise, I'm Hermione Weasley."

As they shook hands Harry heard Ron yell out, "Get away from my wife you drunken womanizer!"

Harry flashed Ginny a twinkling grin before pulling Hermione towards him, so that Ron ran right past and crashed into Tonks.

Hermione stared at Ron and Tonks as they untangled themselves. "Ron, whatever are you doing?"

"Trying to kill that bloody–"

"Oh, shut up, Ron. You can beat my boyfriend up later – AFTER I introduce him to all of you." Ginny commanded as she pulled Harry away from Hermione and into the kitchen.

Harry couldn't stop the grin that etched itself into his face.

He'd forgotten how much fun his friends were. Now, if he'd only have a bit more time with them before he switched memories again he would be happy.

Author's Note: Well, I was sick this past week, so didn't write this until Sunday afternoon. And then, Monday morning and Tuesday morning I couldn't log into ff dot net. They were having some sort of issue. So, here's a chapter today, on Wednesday morning.

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