Chapter 16

"Harry's mother?" asked Mrs.Weasley incredulously. Ginny nodded in reply.

"But isn't she—"said Mrs.Weasley.

"Yes Dad, but just read the letter, I'm sure you'll understand everything," said Ginny. "Just trust me on this one," she pleaded.

They thankfully obliged and Ginny heaved a sigh of relief. She watched their faces as they read. Her mother had a knowing smile starting to come on her face and her father had a hint of one. When they finished and had put the letter down on the table, she saw her parents were positively beaming at her.

"You know Ginny, there was really no reason of giving this letter to us since we know Harry and trust him the way we would any one of our children but…" started Arthur.

"…but as parents, it's nice to have a little confirmation stating your child is in the right hands and that we made no mistake in accepting Harry as a part of our family. Harry's parents and us, we, never really had a parent-to-parent and this letter gave us just that," said Molly, completing what Arthur started to say.

"Ginny why don't you give Harry a call right now? Tell him both of us would love to see him the next moment he's free," said Molly.

A few moments later, there came a whoosh from the fireplace which informed them Harry had arrived.

Ginny went to greet him, and as she did, she noticed how pale he looked. Something's still off here, she thought. But she didn't push it. She knew he'd tell her when he was ready to.

When Harry entered the small, cozy kitchen of the Weasley's, he was greeted by Molly and Arthur Weasley's million-dollar smiles. But she said them with such emotion that it was more than enough.


Being a mother of seven, or no, eight, she noticed more than people often gave her credit for; and today, she noticed something very off about Harry. Something was plaguing him and instinct told her it had nothing to do with You-Know-Who.

So she did the only thing she could in matter of curiosity. She asked him.

"Harry, what's wrong? And don't you dare say "nothing" young man because your face looks like someone just died," she said looking up at him concernedly.

Harry looked at her, sat down on a chair, and sighed heavily.

"Someone did just die, Mrs. Weasley. Only right now, it seems as if they did all over again,' he said sighing again. All three looked at him with blank looks.

"What I mean is, I had a dream last night, or no, a series of dreams about my parents. They started off really happy with some of the happiest memories I have of them; however, it ended with my most hated memory. The night of October 31, 1981. The night I became the-boy-who-lived. The night I became an orphan. Last night it felt as if my past was being laid out…by someone who hated me very, very much. The memory I tried so hard to forget, came back, even more horrible than before," said Harry finishing with a shudder.

Molly started to hug he but he stopped her.

'No, Mrs.Weasley. It's ok. I'll be fine. Really," he assured her.


Later that afternoon, the Weasley's with Hermione, Lupin, and Tonks were sitting around the dining area discussing Harry's upcoming birthday.

"….and you know, I think we should have a surprise party for him," Tonks was saying. There was a murmur of agreement.

"That would be a first. Harry's never had a birthday party before and we—as in Hermione and me ("It's Hermione and I, Ron!")—were the ones to send him his first card," said Ron to his shocked family. He could've sworn his saw a murderous look pass on his face, but it was gone as fast as it had come. The others however, were not so distinguished in hiding their feelings. He could already see the wheels moving in Fred and George's minds.

"Well it's settled then. Harry is going to get the surprise birthday party of a lifetime," said Ginny with a determined look.


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