A/N: Finally, I'm back! To all those who have read this before, I just edited the whole thing and there are some significant changes. Besides, I haven't updated in forever, so you probably don't remember what the heck's going on. So sorry it has taken me this long to update. It won't happen again.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm going to do individual answers to people with questions, but if I've forgotten to answer a question of yours, forgive me. I don't remember which of these I've already answered, so I'm sorry in advance. Ttfn!
MeShelly- I think I've fixed everything you didn't like (I think). I really appreciate the constructive criticism. I actually used it as a guideline while editing. You brought up a lot of good points.
The Dursleys are afraid of Sirius, they've just come up with a way of keeping him out of their hair, by letting Harry write to him, but only what they say he can write. As long as Harry writes that he's happy, Sirius will think he's happy, at least that's what they think. Also, I had this idea that Fudge had someone write to them to let them know how "disturbed and dangerous" Harry is, which is what they've been saying all along.
You're right about the guys don't notice things stereotype. While I think it works because Ginny is a girl and from my experience, girls stereotype guys and guys stereotype girls, I decided to take it out anyway and just make it a Ron thing.
As for your opinion of Mrs. Weasley, I hope I clarified everything. She isn't an extremist, it's just that she's easily influenced by the media, like she was by Rita Skeeter.
I'm glad you like it, I hope you like this next bit.
Random Letters- thanks so much! If you still need help with your story, I'd be glad to help. Also, feel free to IM me at any time. Hope you like this bit!
To all of you who let me know that it's determination, not determinedness, thanks…I knew it wasn't a word, but I couldn't think of the right word… But now that you've all told me, I feel incredibly stupid….
To all those who recommended fics-thanks! Any more recommendations? I'm always looking for good ones.
To all those who waited forever for me to update- Thanks for sticking with me!
To all those who think it needs more r/h, you're right, I'm working on that.
Okay, on with the fic!
Love is Thicker Than Blood
The door at 4 Privet Drive swung open to reveal a rather long-necked, horse faced blond woman. "How can I-" She broke off as she noticed what the four wizards on her front step were wearing and slammed the door in their faces. An ungodly shriek could be heard from within, "Vernon! They've come for him! Vernon!"
Impatiently, Snape drew his wand and blasted apart the door, ignoring the screams from within. The three professors and the ex-convict stepped over the threshold and into hell. They came face to face with a shotgun being brandished by a humungous man with a ruddy complexion and a mustache. "Get out of my house!" he roared.
"Expelliarmus!" Remus shouted, and the gun flew through the air. Sirius caught it without missing a beat.
"We've come for my godson." Sirius growled dangerously, wand at the ready.
"You-You're Sirius Black!" Petunia shouted hysterically, falling into a dead faint. Vernon, his face ashen, didn't even move to catch his wife as she hit the floor. His mouth worked, but no sound came out.
"Where's Harry?" Sirius demanded,
"He-he's run away."
"Don't lie to me Dursley-" Sirius started angrily.
"Allow me, Black." Snape interrupted, starting forward. He pointed his wand directly between Vernon's eyes. "You will direct us to Potter now, muggle, because I have no qualms about turning you into a beetle and using you in my next potion." he hissed venomously.
"Up-upstairs…First door on your left. Can't miss it." he gibbered.
The three wizards and the witch hurried up the stairs, leaving the Dursleys where they were.
"Sweet Merlin…" Minerva whispered as she saw the door to Harry's room.
Hermione Granger was seated at her desk, proofreading an essay for History of Magic when a scream resounded from down the stairs. She grabbed her wand from its place on her bedside table and rushed down the stairs two at a time. She sprinted into her family room to find her mother staring at Ron, who had just tumbled out of her fireplace. She breathed a sigh of relief, before realizing that Ron must have come for a reason. She took one look at his face and knew the reason wasn't a good one.
"Ron? What's happened?"
A/N: So sorry for the shortness, but I wanted to put this up asap. I'll definitely update again very soon, within the next couple days.