To The Burrow
Harry Potter lay on his bed in his cousin Dudley's second bedroom, at number 4 Private Drive, brooding over the events of the last six years he had spent at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Though a lot of them were good, such as gaining his first real friends, finding out that he was a wizard, learning how to fly and his relationship with his best mate's little sister Ginny a hell of a lot of it was bad: The death of his godfather Sirius, the death of Albus Dumbledore, finding out that he was the one who would have to face Voldemort in the end of all things, learning of the Horcruxes tethering Voldemort to life and (of course) Snape and Malfoy.
Just as Harry, for the millionth time, went over the list of possible Horcruxes in his mind a noise from downstairs roused him from his stupor. He was on his feet with his wand in his hand pointing at the door in merely a second; his heart hammering, Harry slowly and cautiously approached the door to the landing outside his bedroom. Harry threw it open spinning to face the stairs with his wand raised like a sword between him and
Dudley with an armful of cake. Dudley squealed like a pig and dropped his midnight "snack" before racing down the stairs and taking cover in the living room; Harry's heart was beating a tattoo against his chest, even though it was Dudley's piggy face and not the snakelike slits of Voldemort's eyes, he had been scared out of his wits when he spun into his path.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BOY!?!?" roared a voice right behind Harry, who was still so scared that he nearly stabbed his uncle in the throat with his wand as he spun around, his hex dying on his lips.
Harry forced himself to take three deep breaths as uncle Vernon continued to yell at him before retreating back into bedroom and diving on top of his bed. Ever since Dumbledore had died Harry had jumped at anything that went bump in the night and it was really starting to piss him off.
"I need to get out of here," he muttered to himself through the darkness "The sooner I'm out here, destroying Voldemort's Horcruxes the better!" Harry rolled over and clamped his eyes shut, shoving his wand unceremoniously into his jeans.
Harry rolled over, looked at his watch and groaned. It was 2:30am and he still hadn't felt the warm embrace of sleep. Harry, deciding that he was never going to get there anyway, left sleep for that night and got out of bed; he snatched up his rucksack and placed it on his desk, scrounged his room for everything he thought he might need, as well as some superfluous belongings, and filled it with them. Harry sat down on the floor, propping his back against his desk and knocked his head on it a few times; he was thinking about just leaving the Dursley's there and then and heading out, on his own, to search for the missing Horcruxes.
Harry had promised Ron and Hermione that they could go with him, however his was beginning to have misgivings, feeling that he was endangering them unjustly if he brought them on his journey.
He stood up and began pacing, fighting an intense mental battle: Bring them Harry! If you go this alone you'll be dead by the second week! Hermione is a much better spell caster than you'll ever be and Ron is one of the loyalist people you've ever met! He would walk through fire if you asked him to!
But how can I justify putting their lives in danger like that?!?! If I would die in the second week then we would all just die shortly after! I can't do that to Ron and Hermione, I can't do it to their parents
I can't do it to Ginny!!
Together you all bring different traits that would help you survive for a lot longer than that Harry, and anyway Ginny would knock you senseless if she even knew what you were thinking! She'd tell you your being stupid, that Ron and Hermione signed up for this and if you left without them they'd track your sorry arse down and help you anyway!
And then Ginny would probably kiss me and say I was being noble.
Stop being such a Prat!
Harry kept pacing for another three minutes and it took him a moment to notice there was a loud tapping coming from his window. He turned around and found himself face to face with Pigwidgeon; it took Harry a second to realise what that meant before racing to the window and tearing it open. Pig started fluttering around Harry's head twittering madly before Harry plucked him out of the air with Seeker like precision. He undid the letter and ripped it open before reading it hungrily:
Bill and Fluer's wedding is set for five weeks away but we're gonna get you out at least three weeks before hand i.e. tomorrow at noon.
Hermione got here yesterday (but we haven't been able to do anything 'cause mum's in wedding preparation mode) and since then we've been cleaning the house and De-Gnoming the garden not to mention cleaning that too
it really sucks. If it wasn't Bill's wedding I'd probably tell her to shove it- Harry smirked at the image of Mrs Weasley beating Ron senseless with her wand if he ever said that- but then again she'd probably kill me- "understatement" Harry chuckled- so I don't think I would. Anyway, see you soon mate
PS. Hermione says hi.
Harry felt elated after he finished the letter before rereading it several times taking in every detail and reading between the lines. The Gnomes were back, the house would be clean and so would the garden, Ron would be grouchy, Hermione was there, Mrs Weasley would be fretting over everything and most importantly he was leaving this place forever tomorrow at noon!
Harry didn't bother sending a letter back because he would probably be at Ron's by the time it got there; instead he gave Pig some water and an owl treat, which Harry had to poke down his throat when it got stuck, before taking him to the window and throwing him out into the night.
Harry went over to Hedwig's cage and tried to talk to her but she kept turning to face the other way, still clearly irritated at how long she had been stuck in her cage with nothing to eat but owl treats. Harry gave up trying to engage her attention and instead went back to his rucksack to make absolutely sure that he hadn't forgotten anything important before picking it up and heading downstairs.
Harry stretched out on the lounge, something he only did when the Dursleys were out or asleep, and opened his old potions book. After Dumbledore's funeral Harry had decided that there were going to be moments in times to come when potions would be important, so he had headed to the Room of requirement and had liberated Snape's old potions book. Even though it was only for Newt level potions Snape had added some far more interesting (and useful) potions in the back; some Harry knew such as Polyjuice, Veritaserum and Felix Felicis and some others harry didn't know that looked extremely difficult and dangerous ("Ha" Harry thought "Trust Snape.").
Harry flicked to the back pages and began looking for potions he thought would be useful when he was searching for Horcruxes with Ron and Hermione but yelped loudly and snatched up his wand as emerald green flames erupted in the fire place a redheaded girl fell out of the fireplace just managing to keep to her feet but faltered as a wand was pointed in her face.
"Ginny?" Harry asked completely bamboozled by her sudden appearance "What are you doing here?" he whispered "What if your Mum finds out?"
Ginny just smiled playfully and said, pushing Harrys wand out of her face "Just adds to the fun doesn't it," she brushed her lips over his "the risk." Harry had closed his eyes as Ginny had kissed him but slowly opened them now to find her beautiful, deep, brown eyes inches from his, her nose touching his. Harry looped his arms around her neck and pulled her close, kissing her deeply; as they kissed all of Harry's worry and anxiety left his body and his mind became clear and focused for the first time since Dumbledore had disappeared over the battlements of Hogwarts castle.
Finally Ginny pulled away, running her hand over Harry's cheek and smiled at him; Harry returned the smile and leant forward, kissing her forehead before muttering "Go home Ginny." Ginny pulled back to stare at Harry "You
you don't want me here?" Harry smiled playfully.
"No. I don't want you here." He said flatly and before Ginny could open her mouth he leant in and kissed her firmly before saying "But I want you anywhere else. I don't think I could get in the mood in this place." He smirked at her expression before Ginny's face split into a wide smile and she tugged Harry into the fire with her.
"WAIT!" Harry cried
"What's up?" Ginny asked looking curiously at him
"I haven't got Hedwig."
"Oh, right." Harry stood there looking at Ginny for a moment "Well go on then your great Prat, what do you want? A farewell kiss?" Ginny teased. Harry smirked as he left the fireplace.
"OH! Harry!" Ginny called
"Let Hedwig fly there, my dad put a Fidelius Charm on The Burrow so she won't be able to get in by Floo powder." Ginny said extricating a piece of paper from the back pocket of her jeans.
"Okay. Hang on a sec." Harry dashed out of sight upstairs and into his room. He opened Hedwig's cage and finally managed to get her to look at him "Hedwig, I'm going to Ron's place but I can't take you via the Floo network, so you have to fly there. I'll see you when you get there okay?" Hedwig nipped his finger, slightly harder than usually and took off, cuffing him over the head with her wing.
Harry sighed, this may take more fixing than he first thought; he grabbed Hedwig's cage and tore back downstairs and slammed into the back of the fireplace because he was going so fast.
"Here, read this." Ginny handed him the slip of paper she had pulled out of her back pocket, harry took it and read it in the dim light from the streetlamp outside:
Harry looked at it in confusion "Won't I need more than that?" he asked Ginny sceptically.
we'll find out won't we." She smirked at Harry's look of shock before she threw down a handful of Floo powder and cried "The Burrow!"
Harry felt the familiar feeling of being swept off his feet and then the weird spinning that accompanied travelling by the Floo network, after a moment of so he felt a warm wave of magic pass over him before he tumbled out of the fireplace in the kitchen of The Burrow. Ginny tumbled out a moment later and fell on top of Harry "Ooff!"
"Oooohhh, sorry Harry, did I get you in the
you know?" Ginny sounded worried.
"No, just my thigh." Harry replied
"Oh good, so this doesn't hurt then?" Ginny asked, slipping her hand down the front of Harry's pants to grasp what lay beneath. Harry jumped when Ginny's hand wrapped around his cock as it began to swell at her touch.
"Ginny! Not now! Not here!" Harry whispered glancing around the room to at least be certain they were alone.
"Why not?" Asked an unperturbed Ginny as she began to stroke Harry under his shorts.
"What if someone heard us come out of the Floo?"
"I told you, the risk only makes it more fun." Ginny flashed Harry a truly seductive smirk but, mentally berating himself for it, he took her hand from around him and lifted it up and out of his pants. He stood up and picked lifted her into his arms before carrying her up the stairs to the landing outside her bedroom. He placed her on her feet and kissed her deeply on her mouth, his tongue swirling around hers, one hand on the small of her back, the other entwining itself in her hair.
"Night Ginny." He whispered into her ear, nibbling her lobe and turning to walk away up to Ron's attic bedroom.
"Harry stay with me tonight." Ginny said, grasping his hand and entwining her fingers in his.
"I can't Ginny. What will you say when everyone asks how I got here? 'I picked Harry up last night by Flooing to the Dursley's and he slept in my room?' Your mum would go spare, not to mention what Ron would do." Ginny looked disappointed but nodded her agreement.
"G'night Harry." She said turning dejectedly to her door.
"Ginny" Harry said slyly as her shoulders shook "Don't try that one on me, you know it doesn't work." Ginny turned and grin broadly at Harry.
"It was worth a try wasn't it?"
"Goodnight Ginny." Harry pecked her on the cheek before dashing up the stairs.
Ginny turned back to her door shaking her head in an amused sort of way "Night Harry." She whispered.