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"We simply can't." It was the first thing Harry heard, it was muffled and Harry turned his head to the side, he was tired, but trying to hear what was going on downstairs at the same time. Harry's eyes opened, just barely and he lay there listening to the sounds of the muffled conversation.

"Molly, there isn't anything we can do, they simply won't allow it."

"What about….?"

"No…. No interest…. Really sad how horrible…." Harry strained as hard as he could, but he was too sleepy to listen, but he did hear someone come in his bedroom. Bill Weasley, the oldest brother sat on his bed.

"Hey you, thought I heard a rustling sound in here, now listen here, you've no business trying to hear things like that. You just get to sleep," Bill tucked Harry in and Harry stifled a yawn. He was about to open his mouth and say he wasn't at all sleepy but Bill just shook his head.

"Don't even bother; I've heard it all, you forget about Fred and George." Harry smiled and Bill returned it. Harry liked that smile; it was warm, like what an older brother's smile should be. He wished he could have had a brother like that, someone who would look after him, like they looked after Ginny and Ron. Harry's head became fuzzy, he closed his eye and listened to a soft humming sound, he realized Bill was humming, humming a song Ginny had sung, one she learned from Bill and her mom. She said it was the lullaby her mother used to sing her to sleep when she was little, scared of storms or sick. Harry snuggled down into the blankets as Bill gently rubbed his back humming, and fell into a deep sleep.

The Burrow was quiet, the news Arthur had been forced to deliver was horrible, and it moved everyone there. Terrible news, it affected each family member differently, this realization, this affront to common decency. It was simply the kind of thing that never happened in their happy little world, in their world of comfort and love, they didn't have reason to fear or worry about it. They had loving parents, and they always had each other, they were a family, and were never alone. And hearing this, they huddled together around the kitchen table for some kind of comfort, something to make them believe that all was well. The mood was somber and quiet until Bill came down.

"How is he dear?" Molly asked, ready to go upstairs and do a mother's duty. Harry may not have been her son, but she would never turn away from a child in need, and Harry certainly was one.

"He's sleeping; Mum's lullaby did the trick as always." He smiled at his mother who returned it and relaxed into her chair. Arthur clapped his hands together.

"So, all's well then, well I shall have to contact Fudge and get the paperwork finalized."

Harry still couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. He looked at his reflection of himself in a brand new sweater, well, it was one of Bill's. He just stared, it was a little too big, but it was warm and cozy. Harry smiled at himself, today was a good day, and it was going to be.

"Harry love, breakfast," he ran downstairs and sat in between Ron and Ginny one was excited, the other nervous.

"I've never been to the muggle world, what's it like?"

"You've been with us to see us off to Hogwarts Ron, it's not much different." Bill said smiling.

"It's very different, we'll be going to a house, that's not normal, and these people sound horrible, they might, they might boil me."

"Oh yes, yes they will, I heard them threatening to do it to Harry, I even saw the pot Ron, mind you it's too small for you, but Petunia," Ginny spat out the name with disdain, "has enough money for a big one, if she doesn't have one in the basement."

"Basement?" Ron asked shakily. Harry laughed.

"Ginny don't be so mean, Ron they don't boil people, that's as abnormal as you can get, and if there's one thing the Dursleys aren't its abnormal. They are the most normal people in the world."

"I disagree," Harry turned to Bill who was quickly becoming his favorite of the older siblings. "You see I think that they are so desperate to be normal that they are actually quite abnormal. Not to mention normal people wouldn't treat you like that." Harry nodded.

"I guess you have a point." He said thoughtfully nibbling at his sausage; Bill was probably the smartest person Harry had ever met. And undoubtedly Mrs. Weasley was the best cook he'd ever met as well as the nicest. She was everything a mother should be; she was amazing, just like the Burrow. Everything here was so wonderful, he wondered what it would be like to come and visit. Surely the Dursleys would want rid of him a few weeks in the summer, he could stay here. Harry didn't think he could bear it if he had to try and go home and never again see such a wonderful place or experience any of the wonderful magic that was so common and everyday here. But most of all he would miss Ginny, and Ron. Ron was all ready without a doubt Harry's best male friend, but Ginny…. Ginny was his best friend, his first. He would miss her more than anything, and he found there was a small knot in his stomach at the very thought that he might not see her again, not even for some time. As if sensing it, he felt a gentle squeeze; Ginny had taken his hand in hers under the table and held it. Harry looked at her, and it was there in her face and her eyes, everything was going to be okay. Harry squeezed back and she smiled. Harry nodded and dug into the wonderful breakfast. Harry couldn't believe it, but for the first time in his life he was actually somewhat anxious to get back to Pivet Drive, because however this ended, he was going to have a friend, and family to turn to from now on. And that made him feel all the better when Mr. Weasley said it was time to get in the car to go. Harry walked in behind Ginny and ahead of Ron who was even more nervous than he was. Bill was simply laughing at him.