"In times of confusion, and chaos, and pain

I'm there in your sorrow

Under the weight of your shame

I'm there through your heartache

I'm there in the storm"

-Times

Chapter 5: Take Me Home

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"Hello, how may I-" Petunia began. She abruptly stopped her greeting, however, once she saw who exactly was currently standing on her doorstep.

"Get away from my house!" she shrieked before Harry, Arthur, or Molly could say anything. "It's bad enough that I have to be around you lot when I pick my ungrateful nephew up from King's Cross every year," she hissed, "The last thing I need is for more freaks to follow us home." The brunette then went to slam the door in their faces, only to be stopped by Mr. Weasley's rather large foot.

"I'm sorry that this may be coming as an inconvenience for you," Molly said as the other woman was forced to keep the door ajar, "But we told Harry yesterday that we would be coming for him at this hour. Didn't he tell you?" she asked, clearly ignoring the 'freak' remark made towards her.

"Lovely," Harry thought. "Make things worse, why don't you?" He still remained behind his aunt, barely able to see the two red-heads over her tall shoulder.

"As a matter of fact, he did not," she stated, looking back at her nervous nephew, "That being said, I am afraid that he will not be going anywhere. He is much too busy," she continued, not lying entirely. It was true, Harry did have many chores.

"So, goodbye," Petunia concluded, and again, went to shut the door. She really shouldn't have been surprised when it didn't work out again.

"Look," Molly went on with her motherly tone, "I'm terribly sorry that Harry didn't tell you we would be coming by, but since my husband and I are already here, we would appreciate it very much if you would allow him to come with us."

"If looks could kill, Mrs. Weasley would have been dead long ago," Harry said mentally as his aunt gave her a yet another death-glare.

"Fine," his aunt spat, "Take the brat if you must," she grabbed Harry and brought him forward, "But I do not want to see him again until the next summer when I have no other choice." Before the other three could interject, Petunia had her nephew out the door and had finally managed to slam and lock it behind him.

"That went rather well," said Mr. Weasley as the other two stared wide-eyed at the previously opened door.

"I, um…" Harry began, "There's a way for me to get back in around back," he said quite pathetically. "I'll just-"

"Nonsense," Mrs. Weasley placed a firm hand upon his shoulder, and with a wave of her wand, all of his belongings appeared next to them on the doorstep. "You're more than welcome to come stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer," she gave the skinny teen a small squeeze, "You could use a good meal, by the looks of it," she gave Harry a warm smile which only confused him further. He knew the Weasley's were decent people…he just hadn't expected their forgiveness so quickly.

"Are you sure? Because-" It was now Mr. Weasley's time to interrupt him, apparently.

"Harry," he started, "What happened that night down in the Department of Mysteries was not your fault," Arthur now stood beside his wife, facing the raven-haired boy, "I know you'd like to believe that it is, but it's not. You know it's not, as does everybody else. Feeling guilty isn't going to accomplish anything. It's time to move on," Mr. Weasley finished, looking him in the eyes as if to make sure his words had sunken in.

However, before Harry could respond, Mrs. Weasley had summoned and shrunken his belongings, taken his hand, and disapparated the lot of them to the Burrow. His decision had been made for him.

A/N:Sorry for the short chapter!

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Next Time: Harry is forced to face the last person he wanted to see.

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