(Before the move... Shell Cottage)
The fire flared green, signaling that somebody was coming through. Bill looked up from his paper to see who it was. To his surprise, it was Harry. "Harry? What's going on?"
Anguished green eyes stared into curious blue, "Do you mind if I stay here for a while? I don't think I can go back to the Burrow."
"Yeah, of course. No need to ask."
Light footsteps came from down the hall. "Bill, who is it?" Fleur appeared in the living room, "'Aarry? Mon ami, what is the matter?"
Harry sat in an arm chair, cradling his face in his hands, "I caught Ginny trying to spike my drink with Amortentia."
Silence permeated the room before Bill exploded, "What?! You can't be serious."
He found it hard to believe his baby sister would pull such a thing. Harry leveled a glare at him, "Do you think I would joke about something like that? I told her I didn't want to get back together with her, because it didn't feel right anymore, and she exploded on me. Then, when I thought she had cooled down, I caught her with that damn potion."
He pulled a vial out of his pocket and tossed it at the curse breaker. It was quickly caught in his large hand as Fleur looked on in horrid disbelief. The red head uncorked the vial and sniffed it delicately before quickly corking it again, "What the hell went on through that mind of hers?" Bill raged as he tossed the vial back.
Harry caught it and set it down on the coffee table before resuming his previous sitting position. "Mon dieu, why on Earth would she do somesing like this?"
"Because she thought we were in love and that we would be together forever. I don't know how she thought that, though, no offense Bill, I put the blame on your mum. She's the one who told her all those stories about me when she was young."
Bill just ran a calloused hand through his long red locks, "Yeah, I can agree with that. Mum made you out to be this handsome prince on a great white steed, or Unicorn, or Pegasus, or whatever the hell it was that night, that would come and save the day no matter what the cost. She would also make Ginny the princess in those tales."
Harry groaned lowly, "What the hell have I done to deserve this? I don't even like woman, dammit!"
That confession led to a silence that seemed almost deafening. "I did not just say that, did I?" Harry asked, horrified.
"Oui, you did. Zere is no problem with this, though. You do not have to worry."
"Yeah, mate, there's nothing to be ashamed about. I know for a fact that Charlie's bi, at least."
"Really? I didn't know that."
"Yeah, well, mum doesn't really approve. Dad doesn't mind though. He's happy as long as we're happy."
Harry just nodded, face still in his hands. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I would have thought that when your mum and the others found out they would have at least scolded Ginny about it. But what did they do? They encouraged her. Your dad, at least, was a voice of reason, and Charlie and George weren't even there."
Bill stared at Harry, "You can't be serious."
The teen just nodded, "Very serious. Ron even had to audacity to yell at me and accuse me of thinking that I was too good for the family. He even said that I 'owed' you guys."
Bill just sighed, "I'll try and talk some sense into them," he looked at the clock, "Why don't you go get some sleep. I know it's only seven, but you look like you need it."
"Yeah, okay."
Harry stood, sighed and wandered down the hall to the room that he had used before. Fleur came in behind him and set a vial of Dreamless-Sleep on the nightstand. "Take that before you go to sleep."
She had a look on her face that said 'disobey-me-and-face-the-consequences'. He nodded and toed his shoes off as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Harry striped to his boxers and climbed into bed, downed the potion and went to sleep.
~*~
The next few days were spent sending letters, attempts at civil conversations over the floo and our right shouting sessions in person. Bill had never been so exceedingly pissed off in his life. She supposed it was due, though.
Harry had officially moved into the cottage, helping out where he could. He wasn't going back to Hogwarts, so he really had nothing to do. He had taken over the cleaning of the house, though he did cook sometimes.
A week later, Andromeda had left Teddy with them, saying that as much as she had wanted to raise her grandson, she just didn't have the energy to. After losing her husband and daughter, she had thought that having Teddy with her would lessen the loss, but instead it had made it worse. She still wanted to be apart of his life, but having him with her at the moment wouldn't do him any good. He needed someone who could devote more time to him.
Harry had happily taken up that burden.
Harry had set up everything in his own room, though Teddy didn't sleep in his crib. Harry had taken to having him sleep in his bed, bringing them both comfort. Harry's nightmares had lessened to the point that he didn't need any potions to sleep and Teddy, while he didn't sleep through the night, he did wake up less frequently.
Luna soon joined their happy little family, claiming that she needed to be there for some reason or another. Actually, it was because her father had been cursing during the war, hit with something that wouldn't allow any wounds to close. After a month, he had finally succumb to his wounds. Bill and Fleur were happy to have her live with them, though Fleur was probably even happier having another girl in the house, even one so odd as Luna.
They lived happily for a while, before the Weasley's decided that they wanted to bother them again. Ginny had taken it upon herself to try and get back together with her 'fiancé'. Harry had looked horrified when he heard that. "Ginny, what in the hell? We were never 'engaged'."
She just fluttered her eyelashes at him, "Of course we were, Harry. I just don't know why you didn't buy a ring yet."
He seethed, "Why in the hell would I want to be engaged to person like you? The mere thought of touching you makes me want to gag. Besides, I'm gay, you fucking bint."
The Weasley's who had invaded the cottage all turned red at that proclamation. Bill had to stifle his laughter, though Fleur did nothing to hide hers. Luna, on the other hand, just gazed around the room serenely.
They left soon after, with everyone sighing in relief. Harry scooped Teddy up from him carrier and took him outside for some fresh air. He found that he loved the sea. He had never gotten to go to it before, so this was a novel experience for him. He could spend hours out there, staring at the waves.
~*~
When they decided to move a month later, there was a lot of debate on where to go. Fleur, of course, wanted to go to France, but that was shot down, saying that it was still to close to England. Bill suggested Egypt, though it was more as a joke then anything. Harry, not knowing anyplace else just kept his mouth shut, only suggesting that they had at least a continent between them. Luna, being Luna, closed her eyes and pointed randomly on the world map.
The other three bent over it, looking at where she pointed. "Who the hell would name a town Forks?" Bill asked.
Harry snickered, "Who knows. Someone who was drunk maybe?"
After a few hours of research and such, they decided that Forks would be a good place. It was a muggle town, though a magical community was close enough that they wouldn't have to take a portkey. There was a high school, which Luna and Harry would be attending and it was surrounded by forests, which was good for all.
They found a house quick enough and spent the next few days packing. Harry only hope nothing exciting would happen there. He was ready for a boring life after the one he lived.
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A.N.: There ya go. A full chapter flashback thing. Yay! Maybe that answered a few question or maybe it spawned more. Who cares! X3 ask your questions and I shall answer them the best I can.
Somebody did ask about the necklace, though, and if Harry had taken it off yet. No, he did no. After Harry put it on, he forgot about it, thanks to a nifty Forget spell that Luna had put on it. Luna's smart like that. Sides, I wanna develop the relationship without that 'oh so tantalizing' scent.
