Harry had to sneak onto the train in order to get there. He almost missed the stop. He was dead tired after he sneaked off. He avoided the patrol man and made it out to hide; he curled himself into a ball and fell asleep.

Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he'd been out in the woods for at least three days; he was lost and cold, and quite certain he was getting sick. But the only thing he could do was keep pushing on.

Ginny laughed as she threw snowballs at her brothers. They were actually very happy to hear that laugh. She'd been so moody and upset for several days; the fact that Christmas was coming was probably partially responsible for lightening up her mood.

Arabella waved hello to Petunia. She waved back huddled up in her warm coat and outfit.

"Petunia!" she turned; it was one of the mothers of Dudley's friends.

"Alice, how are you dear?"

"I'm well." She said in a tone implying that Petunia shouldn't be. "Well, that's wonderful." She said.

"What about you dear?"

"I'm well." She said with a smile. Alice nodded.

"Well, you're certainly being brave. I don't know if I could handle it as well as you are."

"Handling what?" Petunia asked.

"Oh, oh, I suppose I shouldn't have come right out and mentioned it, but, you know, your nephew." Petunia looked at her. "Harry?"

"Oh, oh yes, you mean how he's run away."

"Yes, I didn't mean to seem so forward about it."

"Oh it's all right, it's really not an issue, he'll be back, he was just probably upset about that girl that left, but I wouldn't worry, he'll be back soon. Especially with this weather, he'll be on his way home as we speak, or probably in the hospital with the flu or something, and once he gets better they'll contact us having found out who he is, and he'll be back home before holiday is over." Alice nodded.

"You really are quite brave Petunia."

"Thank you Alice, now, you go on and watch out for your boy, I'll see you later."

"I hope Harry turns up soon." She called as she headed away. Arabella turned.

"Petunia is Harry missing?" she called. Petunia hit her head in a motion to show she was forgetting something. She looked both ways and crossed the street.

"Mrs. Figg, I wanted to thank you for being such a sweet woman and watching my nephew, yes, he ran away about a week ago. A few days before the snow set in, and well, we won't need you to baby-sit him obviously."

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"Oh, Harry will be back soon, don't you worry." Arabella nodded looking at Petunia and not buying it at all.

"Well, have a nice day." Petunia went back and hurried inside her house. Arabella turned toward her house.

"Trouble." She said and she went into the house to go and write a letter.

"Aaaah!" Harry slipped and fell down a hill. He stood up and shook off the snow. He heard a sound, he looked, the snitch, it was flying away.

"Get back here." He said. He ran after it.

Ginny was sitting in her bedroom looking out her window. She blinked as a golden blur darted back and forth in front of her window.

"Bill!" "Charlie!" no one came. "Charlie, your snitch is outside!" she tried to open the window. It flew inside. She jumped around trying to catch it, she couldn't catch it. It flew downstairs. She raced after it; she jumped and fell landing on the floor.

"Owe!" she looked up and groaned as it flew outside. She got up and got dressed quickly. "I'm going to kill my brothers!" she yelled. No one answered her. She ran outside.

Charlie was flying around on his broomstick with Bill when he spotted the snitch flying around.

Harry was beginning to think this was the dumbest idea he'd ever had. He stopped to catch his breath and to make himself feel right again for a moment. He was definitely sick. He looked up at a sound. The snitch, it was flying his way, he tried to catch it a couple of times, but he didn't do so well. It was flying away and Harry ran after it, it led him to a place where the trees were thinning, he closed his eyes and ran through he looked around for a snitch.

"No worries Charlie, I caught the snitch." Harry was looking at a tall boy with shoulder length red hair who was sitting on a broomstick. He looked to be about sixteen. However, the most noticeable thing was that he was sitting on a broomstick that was hovering in the air without anything and holding the snitch. Harry looked to see where he was looking; there was a boy much higher up on a broomstick. He looked younger than the one closer to him. The boy must have realized that the boy in the air wasn't looking at him, for he turned and saw Harry. He froze completely. He and Harry just stared at him.

"Uhm, hi." Harry said.

"Hello." He said looking at Harry. He lowered the broomstick. He reached carefully into his back pocket and produced a wooden stick.

"I'm sorry for interrupting; I think I have the wrong place." Harry started to back up and the boy pointed the small carved stick at him. Harry didn't know why, but from the way the boy held it, he had a feeling that it wasn't safe to be in front of it. Of course, if the boy was mental, then maybe there could be trouble anyways. Mind you, he'd just seen flying broomsticks, so it was extremely likely that he was in serious trouble.

Ginny came around the corner of the house, to see her oldest brother Bill catch the snitch. She started to walk towards him. She then saw him turn and saw him land. She walked a little faster, that's when she caught sight of what he was staring at. Harry! She ran.

"Obliviate!"

"NO!" Something heavy hit him square in the chest and knocked him back. He felt something whiz over his head. He opened his eyes and looked up. The other boy had landed and now there were two boys staring at him. But their faces were blocked by a girl with red hair and eyes shining with tears.

"Harry, Harry, do you remember me?" Harry looked at her.

"Ginny?" She nodded. "I guess you saved me this time." She laughed and hugged him. He hugged her back. He pulled away. "Is it really you, did I really make it here?" She nodded.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

"Ginny, Bill, Charlie!" they turned, a man and a woman came running, both with red hair. They stopped to stare at Harry.

"Who is this?" the woman asked.

"Mom, this is my best friend, Harry Potter." She turned to Harry. "Harry, this is my mum, my dad, my stupid older brother Bill, and my older brother Charlie." She turned to Bill. "You almost made him forget everything, he would have forgotten me!" she yelled.

"Harry Potter?" the man asked. He nodded.

"Hello Mr. Weasley." He offered his hand. The man shook it.

"It is an honor to meet you." Harry looked at him quizzically. Then began to cough terribly.

"Sorry." He said once he had finished.

"Are you all right?" it was the younger boy, Charlie.

"Young man, this is no weather to be outside without a coat, now let's get you inside." She turned to the older boy. "Bill, you go see if you can find his coat."

"It's not out there, I left it at home."

"At home?" he turned to Mr. Weasley. "But you live in Little Whinging Surrey don't you?" he nodded. Everyone looked at each other.

"Inside at once." The woman said quickly, and she shoved Harry inside. The older boy took the lead.

"Come on Harry, the bathroom is this way."

"You take a nice hot bath." Mrs. Weasley said. Bill took him into the bathroom.

"In here, undress and take a bath, we'll get you some clothes." Before he left he turned. "I didn't mean to attack you." Harry shook his head. "Would it have killed me?" He looked at Harry wide eyed.

"No!" he shook his head. "Never, it just would have made you forget about what you saw."

"Then why worry?" Bill nodded. He nodded towards the bathtub. "Take a hot bath." Harry nodded.