Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
A/N: First I would like to say that I know I'm not very good at grammar and spelling and this is the best I can do. I don't know how to get a beta and if this is still awful I wouldn't mind suggestion as to what I could do.
Anyways, on to the story. This chapter has a little more interaction between the trio, though it's still in Arthur's point of view. Oh and the next few chapters are more about the back story and reconnections instead of action but they are not out of danger yet, just enjoying a breather. Hope you like it.
Updated 1/18/2021
Chapter Two
Midnight Conversation
I am not a patient person; I've never been a patient person. I can't stand not knowing the answer to things and now was the time to find them. I had finished writing down my thought to try to make some sense of them, but I was still very confused and needed to talk it out. I blamed this on my mum; she was the one I inherited my inquisitive gene (not to mention my intelligence) and the need to get to the bottom of a problem as quickly as possible. However, I reasoned that this particular problem would not be solved that easily, since it was a problem between my parents and it has been going on for at least sixteen years and most likely longer than that. But that didn't mean that I wasn't going to get as many answers as I could.
So, I put the book (journal, whatever) aside and headed for the stairs. However, before I could make myself visible I heard people talking and decided that I was more likely to get my questions answer this way, so I stopped on the bottom step.
There were two people sitting, one was sitting on the chair and Mum was on the couch across from him, and there was a man that was standing by the fireplace. "… So Ginny let you come?" the man on the chair said, which I now realized was D … Ron.
"Yeah," the man by the fireplace (which was Harry) said rubbing his messy black hair, "I think she wanted to come too, to see this, but she understood I needed to go alone … Besides, she couldn't leave the kids."
"Harry," Mum exclaimed, "you're getting ash all over my floor."
"Sorry," Harry grinned as Ron laughed.
"Ronald." Mum said exasperated. "Don't laugh at me."
"Sorry," Ron said still laughing, starting to turn red. "Things haven't changed much have they?"
Mum looked stunned for a moment, I wasn't sure if she was going to shout or laugh (Harry looked a little nervous too) then she broke out into laughter and soon all of three of them were laughing. "I guess not," she gushed out minutes later.
"You know," Harry said, "I remember saying years ago that it would take a complete catastrophe for you two to talk again … Who know I'd be right?"
"Yeah," Ron said grinning. "It's usually me who makes those kinds of predictions, I'm glad I passed down the gift to you."
"You had such a talent, I wanted to emulate you," Harry laughed.
"You two are such idiots," Mum said semi seriously, but grinning widely at the same time.
"Ah," Ron said in a singsong voice. "I've been waiting years to hear that again, it's so nice to ones ears …"
"Oh, shut up," Mum said. Then laughter filled the room again. They were happy, laughing, after everything that happened today, how could they be happy? No, not only what happened today, how could they just start laughing after all those years of silence?
Before I could fathom the complication of my parent's relationship the laughter suddenly died and the three in the living room became serious. "I can't believe they attacked like this," Harry said.
"You've been expecting an attack for a while Harry, why …?" Mum started to ask.
"I didn't think they would come to the Ministry …" he said. "I thought they would take the easier route … Ari could have been hurt … I knew the danger and I …"
"No!" Mum said fiercely. "None of that, if you knew they were coming, you would have warned me … it's not your fault. Besides, I thought you would have learned by now that it's not your fault if Dark wizards attack you."
"No Mi … Hermione," Ron said grinning (he was blushing too for some reason). "I don't think he'll every really learned that, he's just learned not to tell us about it."
"Well it seemed to please you," Harry said grinning too, but then became more serious immediately. "I just haven't had this felling in a long time and it brings back all my old emotions. Being haunted by the most powerful Dark wizard out there again, being a target again, isn't good for the nerves."
"No, I guess not," Ron said seriously. "But I reckon we got a good many of them in this attack and they won't attack again for a little while."
"I agree," Mum said as the other two stared at her in amazement. "What?"
"You agreed with me," Ron said amused. "Are you sure we haven't died, Harry?"
"I don't know, I thought the Ministry attack was unexpected, but this …" Harry said trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh shut up, both of you," Mum said, though she too looked amused behind her annoyed face. "They didn't expect you to be able to prevent them; I don't think they were prepared for this."
"For me to stop them," Harry said. "Don't you mean you? I'm sorry but I don't think I would be here now if it wasn't for you … both of your actually."
"What …" Dad started, probably thinking that he hadn't done anything to help save his friends. Sometimes (though I've only know this man for a few hours) it was easy for me to see how he feels. It's likely because he's so much like me that at those times I can almost read his mind.
"Okay," Mum said cutting him off; it appeared she too could sense what he was thinking. "For us to stop them. It appears that we still make a great team even after all these years."
"Well, there's no one else I would want to back me up," Harry said with a grin, but also a serious look in his eye (he really meant that).
"You know we always will," Ron said, I could feel the energy coming from him. This made me remember when Uncle Harry told me that it was Dad's loyalty and presents that made him able to face his destiny … I can see that now.
"What about Gin?" Mum asked after a moment of silence after Ron declaration. "Don't you want her more?"
Harry looked shocked and started, "Umm … Of course … but … you know … Um … well …"
"Relax Harry," she said while Ron laughed. "I was just joking. Believe me I know how you feel."
"Man," Ron said. "How did you get away from Gin, you remember how mad she was when you left her out last time?"
"Yeah," Harry said rubbing his head. "That was … but this time is different."
"How did you get away?" Mum asked rather loudly.
"What …" Harry stared at her, "What do you mean?"
"How did you get her to let you go when you were hurt so badly?" Mum said.
"Oh," Harry said and then started to laugh. "That was easier than you'd think and it really is your fault. Well, yours and Ron's."
"You told her what happened?" Ron asked.
"Only what I know."
"What happened?" Mum asked.
"Oh," Harry said thinking. "I guess it started straight when I got home. 'Harry, oh thank God. I've been so worry'," Harry said imitating Aunt Ginny.
"Didn't they tell her you were okay?" Mum asked.
"That's what I asked, but she said, 'Well they said you'd survived, but I was still worried.' So I hugged her and ki …"
"Oi," Ron said as Mum throw him an exasperated look.
"Honestly Ronald, they're married."
"Yeah … but she's still my sister …." Ron said defensively. "I don't want to hear that …"
"Fine," Harry said. "So anyways, I reassured her that I was okay, then she asked what really happened … and I told her."
"I'm not sure you're allowed to tell her," Ron said. "You know security and all."
"He's head of the department," Mum said before Harry could answer. "Besides, this wasn't really department secrets. He promised not to leave her out again; I think he doesn't have much of a choice."
"Still," Ron continued, "you can't just go …"
"She right Ron," Harry said putting his hand over his mouth. Before he had said anything Harry was watching his two friends and grinning at this argument, and he obviously didn't want them to see his smile. "I had to tell Gin, besides … I don't think this is the end of this and she needs to be prepared, all of us do." He looked at Ron, a looked that seemed to make his thoughts clear (for them at least). "I told her that Ari was there, oh she was terrified at that. 'WHAT … he's okay right?' she seem close to fainting. 'Of course he okay,' I said and held her closely for a while.
"Then I told her about what happened after Ron left and when you came in, and how … you know … I jump in front of the curse. I can tell you I was terrified telling her that bit. 'I had to … she was the only one doing anything against them … without her we all would have been taken.'"
"Harry …" Mum said tears starting to form in her eyes.
"It's true Mione," Ron said. "Without you …"
"How would you know, you weren't even there?" Mum asked.
"I saw enough to know," Ron said firmly, "and heard enough, too."
Mum blinked, she was obvious moved by the statement, "Ron …"
Ron's ears turned pink but he didn't say anything. Harry decided to continue. "Anyways, she said 'Well, I guess you did the right thing, and I'm glad you protected Hermione and all, but still Harry, do you always have to throw yourself at danger.' She looked upset but I could tell by her voice she wasn't really mad at me. 'Sorry … but I don't think I really had much of a choice.' She smiled and kissed me (Ron's eyes darken at this but he didn't said anything) and said 'I guess you have a point, besides that's one of the things I love (and hate) most about you.'
"Well then she asked how you all were and I told her that you," he said looking at Mum, "took Ari home. 'You let her go home alone; she had to be drained by that charm.'
"'Yeah she passed out after that.'
"'Harry, how could you leave her alone?'
"'I didn't leave her alone, she went home with Ari …' and I paused for a little while to make her think that I was done.
"'Harry, I know Ari is a very strong kid, but, still how could you?'
"'He really is …'
"'Harry James Potter.' I grinned by this time; I could never keep a straight face. 'What aren't you telling me?!' I broke out into a laugh at that point.
"'She didn't go home alone, if you would have let me finish before jumping down my throat I could have …' Her eyes narrowed dangerously at that point and I decided to get to the point. 'Ron took her home.' I wish you could have seen her face; it went from a fiery red to white with shock in a heartbeat. 'WHAT?!' Merlin, it was really funny."
"Harry," Mum said exasperated while Ron let out a huge laugh (he had been trying to keep a straight face for a few minutes now. I too was on the verge of laughing, but was able to control it.)
"What?" he said grinning at Mum, the kind of grin that annoys Mum to not end, but she can't seem to resists giving in too, a smile cracked on her face as she tried to prevents herself from laughing. "She's always getting me; it's time that I play a trick on her."
"Yeah," Ron said red in the face. "Just be careful on how far you go she's one powerful witch with a hot temper. Once she cursed me just for saying something about her hair."
"Yeah well," Mum said. "You could always be such a prat, but I'm sure she hasn't …."
"That was two months ago."
"Oh …" Mum said and then grinned.
"For some reason I always seem to be able to get to her, she always seems to be annoyed by me somehow," Ron said.
"I can image," Mum said then started laughing. Ron looked almost hurt by the comment but when Mum laughed sweetly (not meanly) he laughed too. In fact, all three of them laughed for some time. "Go on Harry, what happen next?"
"Well, I just stared at her and she started, 'Ron … what … home … Hermione … no way …' I grinned, 'Yeah I know, unbelievable huh?'
"'That's an understatement. What the bloody hell happened in the Ministry, did the world end?'" At that point Harry paused a seconded to look at his friends' reactions, both Mum and Ron where grinning awkwardly and blushing. "So I said 'I guess.' 'Seriously, Harry what happened.' Then I explained to her or at least what Ron told me happened."
"Oh," Mum said with a straight face. "So a wild tale of great heroism and she still has no idea what happened then."
"Hey," Ron said. "I can't help it if I was a hero."
"Well, if it's like the tales of the past," Mum continued, the corner of her mouth twitch, "the first telling should almost be true."
"That's what Ginny said," Harry laughed.
"You know I'm not as much of a show off anymore," Ron said defensively, looking at his shoes.
"I guess once you really act heroic you stop bragging about it," Mum said.
Ron looked up and they stared at each other for some time, quite forgetting that Harry was in the room. For his part he seemed to allow his friends to enjoy the moment, no doubt wanting them to get along together. "Thanks," Ron finally said as his ears glowed red.
"So, what happened with Gin?" Mum asked Harry after the awkward silence.
"Well she didn't know what to say. 'Well, there really must be some truth to the story or Ron wouldn't have taken her home, but this is so unbelievable, unexpected.' 'Yeah, image how it was when I woke up and they were both standing over me smiling, I thought I'd died for sure. They were talking and laughing and …' Well I said more things along that line."
"Come on, Harry," Ron said, "no point in being quiet now, what you say?"
"Ron," Mum said sharply, the voice I recognize as a scolding tone. "That's personal, you should leave him alone."
"He's …"
"I made it pretty obvious that I wanted to see you guys, you know with you two getting along in the same room and she, being the amazing woman that she is, allowed me to come over." Harry said continuing with his story, ignoring Ron's comment.
"Why didn't she come too?" Mum asked. "I'm sure she would like to see the impossible as well."
"Well she said that she would stay with the kids while I went," Harry said. "Even when I made it clear that that could easily be dealt with she refused. I think she could see that part of me wanted it just to be the three of us, she knows me even better than I know myself."
"I'm still surprised she let you come, forget the wounds you received, I would think the share curiosity of things would bring her here," Ron said.
"Ginny is a caring and generous person," Mum said. "Of course she let Harry come."
"Caring … Generous …." Ron said raising his eyebrow in disbelief. "Maybe when it comes to Harry, but normally …"
"Oh Ronald," Mum started, but when he heard his name Ron started to smile. "What …what are you smiling at?"
"You know you're the only one who calls me 'Ronald'," he said still smiling. "Mum hasn't even called me that since … well you know. It's nice to hear it again."
At these words Mum blushed and lost all track of what she was talking about, which I must say I've never seen happen. "Oh … um … well …"
"It's also nice to see I can still easily get a raise out of you," Ron laughed.
The blush was quickly replaced by anger, then surprisingly turned quickly into a laugh. "I guess you're right."
Harry who watched the exchange with trepidation was relieved at Mum's laugh and join in too. "I guess some things never change."
"That's sort of nice to know," Mum said settling herself down.
Harry scolded and took a deep breath, he seem to be steeling himself to say something. "Look I have … well there's …"
"What's up mate?" Ron said staring at Harry.
"Harry you obviously have something you want to say," Mum said after a long silence after Ron's question.
"Never mind," he said shifting uncomfortably. "It's not important … well, it's not the right time to … I don't want to …"
"Go on Harry, spit it out already," Ron said.
He looked between my parents and cleared his throat, "alright. I didn't want to bring this up today, but I guess it can't fester anymore.
"Do you have any idea how hard this whole thing has been on me?" He suddenly shouted. "You two have always been the family that I've never known as a kid. Simply hanging out with you two always made me happier than I had been when I was younger and it hurt terribly when you stopped being friends. Yeah, I still have fun when I'm with one of you but nothing ever came close to the feeling of when we are all together. Just being with you two for a minute in the hospitable proved that. Just a moment and I could feel a pain in my chest ease." He paused searching for something else to say.
Mum and Dad looked stunned at his outburst. Mum walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"Would it have made a difference?" Harry said coldly. "It wouldn't have helped anything. Besides you both needed so much help, needed me to be there that I couldn't say anything."
"You could have …" Mum began.
"I know, that really wasn't the point," Harry continued. "I know I'm being selfish right now, and you two went through so much more and it's not like I'm not happy. I got a wonderful wife and family and you … well that … anyways, it still hurts not having my two best friends. It just felt like something was missing."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ron said. "This just feels so … natural. I should have done something about this so much sooner." He put his hands on his head and stared at his shoes again. "I was so afraid … embarrassed … I was so ashamed that I kept putting it off and it became so much worse. I didn't know how I was supposed to act …"
"Yeah … I know mate," Harry said, looking gentler again. "I didn't know what to do either. I mean, I knew you should have been in Ari's life but I had no idea what was best, I tried but …"
It was hard to see Harry so upset about these things. I never stopped to think of how my parents' breakup had affected him; I mean it just never occurred to me. I saw how he happily talked about their past dealings, how could I not see the pain it caused him. I saw Mum's, that was why I stopped asking her. No, he wasn't sad thinking about his friends, I've seen him sad; it was when I said certain things, like I wish he was my dad. That's when I knew how much this separation cost him, I just didn't realize it.
"Ron," Mum said after a moment of silence, "I should have done something too … Maybe I should never have …"
"We went through that," Ron said looking up. "You had to go … I should have contacted you after you came back … but I didn't … it was …"
"To difficult," Mum smiled sadly, "I know."
"I didn't know, either," Harry said. "I should have pushed it … made you both see your own stupidity, but I didn't know how to do it. I just tried to do the best for Ari … Like you both wanted me to."
"Both?" Mum asked a little shocked (I was shock myself).
"Yeah," Harry smiled. "Ron made me promise to always be there for him, well actually the both of you really. I mean, I would have been anyways, but I don't know, with Ron asking me this I felt more responsible. That I really had to be there. Of course, I think the real reason for the request was so I could fill him in about his son, but still it was nice."
"Yeah, well," Ron said blushing. "I'm pretty sure I told you not to stay anything."
"I haven't," Harry grinned. "You know, until now. Besides I thought they wanted … no needed to hear that."
They, did he just say they, damn he knows I'm here and so will Mum, look now she's looking at me, bloody hell I'm in trouble now.
"Arthur!" Mum said. "What are you doing up?"
"Um …" I said scratching my head. I noticed Ron staring at me with a smile; that was really annoying.
"How long have you been standing there?" Mum asked angrily, but I noted that she was still sitting down; she's not really that angry or shocked at my appearance.
"He arrived just after me," Harry said.
"WHAT?" this time Mum was shock. I was too, he knew I was there the whole time and didn't say anything. I guess he thought I had the right to hear all this … or maybe something else. "Harry how could you not say anything?"
"I thought he should hear," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "To see how you react with each other."
"But he could have joined …"
"You would have been more guarded," Harry said waving his hand to me indicating that I should sit down. "You're both so guarded most of the time and I thought that you would be more honest with your feelings this way, and that's important for him to see."
"Why is it so important?" Ron asked.
"It will help me analyze the situation and figure out what lies behind the words. It really has helped seeing your expressions; it made things clear, but more difficult to understand." I said taking on the businesslike tone that my mum so often uses, and then I grinned. "Besides, I thought that bit about Aunt Ginny was really funny and I doubt it would have been so if you knew I was here."
"Yeah," Ron grinned. "You know you really do seem to be the perfect combination of mine and Hermione's personality, like Harry said. Who would have known that would make such a good combo."
"I think I had a pretty good idea it would," Harry said grinning at his friends. "It helped me a lot."
"So," Mum said after a moment. "You obviously need to talk about what happened at the Ministry today."
"Of course," I answered. "A lot of things happened there that I really had to think through."
"I was starting to get worried really," Mum said and sat next to me. "You usually would have said something right away but …"
"I had to gather my feelings first … it was very confusing."
"So," Mum said. "What do you want to discuss? The attack at the Ministry?"
"No," I said, Mum raised an eyebrow at my answer so I went on to say. "I heard what you all said early and what you just said now and I think I have a good idea what happened. Besides, I know that it is unlikely you would tell be anything else worth of value so there is no point of asking."
Mum looked pleased at my explanation, Ron grinned like an idiot, and Harry leaned back looking stoic. He knows that I would have gained enough information to piece the basic of the attack and the underlining meaning, but he didn't seem to be happy that I know. It was like he was hoping that I wouldn't have to deal with this knowledge, this lost of innocents.
"So," Mum said again. "What do you want to discuss?"
I looked a Ron and said, "Why haven't you come to see me?"
"That's complicated," he answered at once. There was no trace of a grin on his face now. He looked uncomfortable and there was a sort of dead look in his eyes, like he lost all of his emotions.
"That's all you've got to say," I replied.
"I have no excuse, it was just … complicated," he said.
"Are you going to be around now?"
"Yes," he answered without the slightest hesitation, "as much as you want me to be."
"What if you fight with Mum again?"
"I'll still be here."
"So what's different now?" I asked relentlessly. "You're determined to be here now when you have never come before?"
"I see you want me here," he said softly. He seems to have shrunk into the couch and was turning pale. "I was afraid that you b … that you would hate me."
"I do hate you," he looked even more diminished. "I've been so angry at you for so long … that's not going to just disappear. You haven't been here, and I needed you …"
He looked up, it looked like it cost him everything, but he looked up straight into my eyes. "I'm sorry," he said in the same deflated dead voice. "I let my fear over run my responsibility and … I'm sorry."
There was more to this, it wasn't just his fear of my reaction that was keeping him away, but I shouldn't push that right now. "You should have come earlier, though; I must say that before today you would have had a much harder time convincing me about your true feelings. It's hard not to see that you care after today."
Color seemed to fill his cheeks again but he still looked small, stinking into his chair. "I'll make up for this the best I can," he mumbled, "I'll be here."
"Good, because I need that," I said with a blazing look. "I'm tired of trying to hate you. Of being hurt that you don't care, at being so angry at you that I don't feel part of your family …"
"Part of my family?" he question. I saw Mum's face darken; she knows what I was about to say and it made her sad.
"I've never really met your brothers or parents," I said. "I've only really met Aunt Ginny, well and George when we went into his shop four years ago. But Aunt Ginny is the only one I really know … and James, Al, and Lily of course. None of my other cousin know who I am, while except Tori and she doesn't think of me as a cousin." At that announcement Harry seemed to want to make a comment, but reframed, knowing I needed to get this off my chest.
"How could they not realize who you are?" Ron asked. "How many Arthur Weasley do they know?" He then blushed, and hit his head with his hand, and everyone grinned. "You know what I mean, at school, how many …"
"They don't know what my name is. Well except Tori of course."
"Why does she know who you are?" Harry asked it seems he was unable to hold in his curiosity. "And when did you become so close, why didn't you tell me?"
"Well," I said, deciding to answers the questions in order. "Tori is in my year and like Dad said, she could hardly help but notice that there was an Arthur Weasley that was sorted right before her. When she got to the table she asked me about it, I told her who I was (she thought that I might be a second cousin or something) and asked her, oh and Teddy too, to call me Ari and to not think of me as a Weasley and her cousin. Though there are times when it's obvious I am, mostly she only sees me as her friend and the same goes for me.
"We've always been friends, but I guess we became closer last year. And I didn't tell you Uncle Harry, because … I don't know … I didn't want my friendship and my family life to combine. Sorry." I looked at Harry apologetically and he looked a little hurt, but nodded. "Anyways, everyone else just knows me as Ari, though sometimes Fred asks annoying questions, and basically we're just friends. But not family."
"How could they not know you're a Weasley though?" Ron asked still confused. "With your hair and, well, you look exactly like I did. Besides, people must call you …"
"No one knows my last name," I said. "After the first week no one called me Weasley, I convinced the teacher not to and …"
"How?!" Ron as stunned, "I can't believe that could happen."
"It was difficult," I said a little proud. "I had to take a different track with each of them, but I got them all to agree and now I'm just Ari."
Ron was looking at me, impressed with my skill, but he also looked depress. I showed him how determine I was to get away from him, from his legacy.
"I'm sorry," he said once again. "They would have taken you in, you know. They all want you to be part of the family."
"It didn't feel like my family, it couldn't without you. I was angry with you so I made my identity vanish … I didn't want anyone to be my friend because of where I came from, but for who I was …"
"I didn't know," he said.
"But I didn't only hate you," I said feeling that I had to clarify things, to make him see that I really did want him in my life. "I loved you too. That's why it hurt so much, why I was so angry." I reached out and placed my hands on his shoulders. "Your action today … both in the Ministry and here, have shown me that you care. Things aren't all fixed, it's not that simple, but it helped. It makes me happy to know the truth. If you stay in my life …" I said and turned away from him. I could feel the emotion building up in me, and I wanted to cry, but I had to master that emotion, I have to be strong. "It will be fixed."
"Arthur," he said, and placed a hand on my back. Then he said in his convincing voice, the same one he used with Harry an hour ago, "I'll be here, when you need me I'll be here." I lost it, my control, all the emotion that had hit me since the beginning of this long day came together, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was crying, not out loud or anything, but tears were streaming down my check and I was pulled into a hug. My father was hugging me for the first time that I could remember. I thought that it would be awkward to be hugged by him, hugged by another man, but the need to have him and the longing I have for the feeling of having a complete family over come me.
I pulled away moments later. Mum and Harry were both smiling at us. "I think that's all I have to say now," I said, turning to leave the room. I know I shouldn't, but I was starting to feel embarrassed about my outburst. Before I could make more than a few steps, Mum grabbed my hand and hugged me too.
"Arthur," she said still holding me to her. I must say that I felt much better being held by her, it was such a comfort, especially after what happened today. "I'm sorry too," she nearly whispered in my ear. "I knew and I should …"
"We been through this, Mum," I said. "Besides, you know that that whole family thing was going to work itself out this weekend anyways."
Mum released me, but was still holding my arms, "You really think all your problems would be solved by going to your grandparents' house?"
"Not all of them," I said. "But it would have been a great first step."
"Would have been?" She said. "You're still going …"
"Yeah," I smiled a mischievous grin, to my surprise Mum smiled too and almost laughed. I have no doubt I was reminding her of my dad. "But it would hardly be the first step now, besides I'm sure it's going to be much more interesting now."
"You're coming to the Burrow this weekend?" Dad asked. "That must be why Mum made me promise not to come after I finish the horrible assignment my idiot boss gave me."
"Hey," Harry said. "It's an important job, and if you don't change your attitude I'm not going to reassign you."
"Really!" Dad asked.
"Well, I'm guessing that's what Ari meant by more interesting, right?" he said looking at me (he really does know me well).
"Yep," I said still grinning and looked down at Mum, "and now you have to come, too."
"Arthur," she said looking down and uncomfortable. "I don't know, I don't think I …"
"I think that's a brilliant idea," Dad said. "Everyone would love to see you again. I know I would."
Mum looked at Dad, trying to read his face, to see if he was telling the truth. I guess he was, or at least she thought he was, because she said, "Okay, if you think it's okay, I'll go."
"Great!" both Harry and Dad said grinning.
"I would also like it if the rest of the family would come too," I said. "Now that this happened I feel that it's time that I join the family. Better do it now before I lose my nerve."
"That sounds good," Harry said. "I'll tell Molly and get the whole family there. Should I tell her about Ron and Hermione coming or let it be a surprise?"
"Tell her Mum is coming but not Dad," I said. "And if at all possible make it so she doesn't tell the others why they're coming."
"Jokes all around, I see," Harry said laughing. "I'll do my best. I should probably get going, it is pretty late and Gin must be worrying."
"Yeah," Dad said looking down at his watch. "It is late, well early really, I should go too."
"And you mister," Mum said suddenly stern, "should have been in bed hours ago."
"Okay Mum," I said and kissed her on the check and turned to the stairs, I looked back over my shoulder and said "Good night."
"Good night," they all said. I walked as slowly as I could, getting one last look at my parents. I could see Mum give Dad a quick hug; saying her goodbyes, and they were both blushing when they pulled away.
This coming party will be interest, I'm sure more things will happen with them, but I'm not sure how I feel about that.