Harry and Hermione Apparated in front of Grimmauld Place’s Along with Mad-eye,Tonks and Remus. A rush of hurt and guilt passed over Harry as he stared at the home that once belonged to his godfather. He hadn’t been inside the house in a year and was not planning on coming back, but he knew it was still head quarters and the Order needed him. Mad-eye pulled on Harry’s sleeve and lead him to the door, the old Auror rang the door bell, waiting for an answer Author Weasley’s voice was heard on the other side.
“What happened to Harry in second year, when he used the floo?”
Harry stepped forward clearing his throat before speaking “I was lost in Knockturn Alley.”
“Very good” Author said “What did Hermione fear in third year?”
“Professor McGonagall failing her in every class” Remus replied. Author laughs were heard and the door was swung open, the old man greeting them with a warm smile. Harry and Hermione walked in first hugging Author as they walked in the house.
It was dark; the only light came from the light in the kitchen. Harry got a chance to look around the place. The living room was the first room he saw it was no longer dusty with worn out furniture, but a nice, clean room with red and gold furniture that made the living room look like the Gryffindor common room.
The sound of bustling footsteps coming from the kitchen caught his attention and he looked around to see Mrs. Weasley hurrying toward him with her arms wide open. “Harry dear, it is so good to see you!”
Harry was welcomed with a big, crushing hug that made him unable to breathe. “Molly, let the poor boy breathe,” Mr. Weasley said, smiling at Harry from behind Mrs. Weasley’s shoulder.
“It’s good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said when she pulled away, only to put her hands on his cheeks, her watchful eyes observing him carefully.
“How are you, Harry dear? Did the Muggles treat you well?” she inquired.
Harry nodded. “I’m fine. The Dursleys haven’t really been home; they left on vacation a few days ago. What about you? How have you been?”
Mrs. Weasley smiled. “I’m good, dear, just great. Oh, almost forgot, happy birthday!” She pulled him into another hug.
Harry muttered his thanks and let himself being led into the kitchen. There, he saw Ron, Luna, Fred, George, and Ginny sitting around the table. Luna, who sat closest to the door, smiled up to him. “Hello Harry, it’s good to see you.”
“Good to see you too, Luna. How’s your summer been?” Harry asked, returning her smile.
“It’s been great. I was able to spend most of the my summer here with Ronald. How about you?”
“It’s been alright, but it’s better now that I’m here.” Harry watched as Ron got up from his seat and patted him on the back.
“It’s good to see you mate,” Ron grinned.
“Yeah Ron, it’s good to see you too,” Harry grinned back. Just then he saw Ginny get up from her seat and came up to him with a smile on her face.
“It’s great that you’re here, Harry,” she said, pulling him into a hug. “And don’t worry, I’ve gotten over you. I met someone else,” she whispered into his ear.
Harry smiled as relief washed over him. That was one less problem he’d have to worry about. He pulled up a seat and Thanked Mrs. Weasley as she placed a bowl of soup in front of him.
“You got a hair cut!” Ron exclaimed. “I like it, looks nice on you.” Luna and Ginny agreed with him, and Harry couldn’t help feeling a bit hot around the collar at the attention everyone was giving to his hair.
Harry slurped his soup, his eyes catching Hermione’s. They smiled at each other before Hermione turned to talk to Tonks. Harry continued eating in silence, listening to the conversations around him. Once he finished, Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand and the bowl floated over to the sink and started to clean itself. “Well, we should probably go to bed now,” Mrs. Weasley said. “We have a big day planned for you, Harry. Tomorrow morning, you will have to go with Arthur to get your Apparition license.”
“Okay Mrs. Weasley. But I don’t understand what you mean with a big day tomorrow?” Harry asked.
“We’re throwing you a birthday party, of course. It’s not everyday you turn into an adult, is it?”
Harry was shocked and quickly protested, “you don’t have to...”
“We want to, dear, it’s no problem at all,” Mrs. Weasley interrupted cheerfully. Harry smiled, secretly happy that they wanted to throw him a birthday party.
The door bell suddenly rang. Remus stood up and left to open it. Moments later, he returned with Dumbledore by his side. The wise man smiled and greeted everyone before addressing Harry. “Ah, Harry, it’s good to see you here. Did you have a nice trip?” Dumbledore inquired. Seeing the usual twinkle in his eyes assured Harry that he had recovered well, so Harry chuckled. “Yeah, after being scared to death by Hermione, it was a good trip.” He shot Hermione a playful look that made her roll her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her blush. Harry turned his attention back to Dumbledore, who for some reasons still hadn’t taken a seat. “How are you, sir?”
“I’m fine, Harry. Thanks to you and another student, I will be able to run the school again this year. Well, anyway, there is something I wanted to talk to you about before you go to bed.” The Headmaster stepped aside, revealing a girl standing behind him. She looked about Harry’s age. At first Harry thought her hair was black, but as she followed Dumbledore to sit down, he saw that her hair was, in fact, a dark shade of brown. She nervously ran her finger through the wavy locks, as if trying to tidy them up. Her bangs covered the left side of her forehead, falling into her honey brown eyes. For a while her gaze rested on Harry, but she looked down when he caught her eyes.
"Everyone this is Tawny Parker" Dumbledore said the girl stepped out from behind everyone waving a little. Everyone nodded at her. "Harry I was hoping she could stay here, she as nowhere else to go."
Harry looked at the old wizard "you brought this girl to my house with out telling me!" Tawny winced hiding from Harry, Dumbledore held his hand out claming Harry down. "Why don't we go to the library for a talk?"
Harry nodded, following Dumbledore and Tawny out of the kitchen. Once they were inside the library, Tawny took a seat in one of the chairs while Dumbledore sat across from her. Harry placed a Silencing Charm on the room and turned to face Dumbledore. “Why did you bring her here, Professor?”
“She has nowhere to go, Harry. I wanted her to stay somewhere protected and this house has plenty of rooms to spare,” Dumbledore answered. Harry dropped into the chair next to Tawny, trying to keep his frustration level down. Did Dumbledore not understand the danger of this all?
“Why not Hogwarts? And why didn’t you tell me?” Harry couldn’t keep the accusation tone out of his voice. “We’re in the middle of a war, Sir, and...” The look in Dumbledore’s face was enough to silence Harry.
“I am aware, Harry, that we are at war, and you must understand by now that I would never put anyone here in danger,” Dumbledore said, the quiet, angry tone of his voice made Harry’s cheek burn. “I understand that you find it hard to trust Miss Parker at the moment, but you have my word that we can trust her.”
Harry bit back his retort. Dumbledore was wrong in trusting Snape; there was a possibility that he could be wrong again. Dumbledore must’ve seen the look on his face, because he said again, “Miss Parker helped save a few members of the Order during an attack last night. We are indebted to her. She lost her family to the Death Eaters, and I have reasons to believe that she’s not lying.” Dumbledore paused. “This is your house, Harry. If you do not wish her to stay, then I will take her somewhere else.”
Harry stayed silent for a while, counting the possibilities. Dumbledore’s judgment had only been wrong once, yet that had nearly caused him his life. Could Harry trust his judgment again now? He glanced at the girl. She was still looking down, her long hair framing her face like a curtain. She seemed somewhat fragile, but Harry had learnt a long time ago that things aren’t always what they seem. “Alright, she can stay. Hermione and Ginny would probably let her share a room with them.”
Dumbledore nodded. “Excellent. Shall we return to the kitchen then?”
They entered the kitchen to find everyone waiting for them. Harry, sensing that Dumbledore wasn’t going to do it, spoke up, “Tawny will be staying with us for the rest of the summer,” he said.
Hermione was the first to get up from her seat and walk over to the scared teen. “Hi, I’m Hermione Granger,” she said, holding out her hand. Tawny looked at her hand then at Hermione with an expression of disbelief before shaking her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Hermione,” she said in a small voice, as if not trusting herself to speak. Soon everyone else came up to her, making introductions. The poor girl looked slightly overwhelmed as she shook everyone’s hands.
Tonks, Moody, Remus, Molly, Author and most of the Order stayed behind watching Tawny with a cautious look, they had meet Tawny when she had saved their lives and agreed with Dumbledore into letting her stay with them, only Remus knew the truth about her along with Dumbledore, the rest only knew she was a teenager that had no where to go and was different than others. Having a greater knowledge then most of the student at Hogwart and better skills in dueling.
”I think it’s time we all go to bed,” Dumbledore said once everyone had introduced themselves. They bade each other goodbyes and goodnights before the teens started up the stairs to their respective rooms. As the girls went to their room, Harry glanced back at Tawny. He felt bad about suspecting her the way he did when all she wanted was a place to stay. But there was something about her that he didn’t like; she looked too familiar to him.
Tawny sat on the bed that Ginny and Hermione let her have, staying quiet while the other two girls talked to each other. “Hey, Tawny, are you okay?” Hermione asked in concern.
Tawny forced a smile onto her face and nodded. “Yeah, I’m just tired. I had a long day.”
“I’m sorry about the way Harry acted. A lot has happened last year to the point where he finds it hard to trust anyone,” Hermione explained.
“It’s okay, I’m the same way,” Tawny replied.
During this conversation, Ginny stayed quiet, staring at Tawny. The girl noticed, so she turned her head to Ginny and asked, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Ginny jumped a little. “Oh, I’m sorry. You just look so familiar to me. Have we met before?”
Tawny frowned and shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She got up from her bed, grabbing her pajamas. “I’m going to go change; can you tell me where the bathroom is?”
“It’s down the hall, first door on the right,” Hermione said, getting up from her spot to show the direction to Tawny. Tawny thanked her and left the two girls alone.
“So, Ginny, why aren’t you mad at Harry anymore?” Hermione asked.
Ginny shrugged. “Well, over this month, I started thinking. Dating Harry was great, but when he broke up with me, I realized that he doesn’t like me the way I like him. And I can see it in his eyes that he likes someone else. Besides, I met someone.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh really, who?”
Ginny sat alone in a compartment, crying silently. After all these years, she finally had Harry and now he just broke up with her. She knew the moment would come eventually, but she didn’t expect it to hurt this much.
She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to scream at him, to hex him, but then she felt that she should just let him go. A part of her knew he didn’t love her the way she loved him. She could see it in his eyes when he stared off into space; she could tell that he was thinking of someone else.
Ginny jumped when he heard the compartment door slid open. Draco Malfoy stood alone at the door and Ginny was a little surprised to see the look on his face. The arrogance that was always there had disappeared, replaced with a gloomy look that didn’t quite fit him.
Ginny now glared at him, “what are you doing here?”
Malfoy looked at her, his grey eyes showing only sadness. “I don’t have anywhere else to sit. None of the Slytherins wants me to sit with them.”
Ginny almost felt sorry for him, but she shook that off. “What makes you think I would let you sit with me?”
Malfoy sighed. “I was hoping I could say I was sorry for the trouble I caused you and your family over the years.”
“Why are you asking for forgiveness?”
“Because I did something this year that I regret, I learned that I don’t want to be anything like my father. I can’t kill people without feeling anything.” Malfoy walked over and sat down opposite her.
Ginny sat back in her seat, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Why would you want to kill anyone?
“That’s what you do when you’re a Death Eater. My father has taught me the ways of the Death Eater ever since I went to Hogwarts, but I just can’t do what they do. I thought I can, but I can’t laugh as people beg for their lives. Killing people is a game to them, and it’s a game I can’t play.”
Ginny smiled. It felt a little strange, having Malfoy pouring his heart out to her, and was kind of surprising. It was a pleasant surprise though. “Well, I think you made the right choice, leaving them.”
Ginny’s face fell. “He broke up with me. I don’t want to be around him right now.”
Malfoy snorted, “Leave it to Potter to break a girl’s heart to play the hero.”
“It’s not like that! He’s just trying to protect me!” Ginny snapped.
“Are you sure that’s why he broke up with you?”
Ginny sat back in her seat, thinking hard about what Malfoy just asked. Seeing his chance, he prompted, “you and I both know that he likes someone else. I’m surprised that you haven’t noticed the way he looks at Granger. He was only dating you so he could get over his feelings for her.”
“He’s not like that! He puts everyone before himself! He knew I liked him so he...” she stopped. Malfoy was right. Harry only dated her because he knew she liked him and he only wanted to make her happy.
“See, he did,” was all Malfoy said.
Ginny sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
“Look, I’m not good with these sorts of things, but you don’t need Potter to make you happy. I was wondering if maybe we can start over and be friends,” he mumbled the last part.
Ginny was shocked. Malfoy just asked her to be friends with him. “Yeah, I guess we can start over and just be friends.”
Malfoy smiled. “Thanks, Ginny.”
Ginny smiled back. “You’re welcome.”
After that, she and Malfoy started sending letters to each other. After a while, Ginny started to have different feelings for him, but she was too worried about her family finding out to ask him if he liked her too.
“It was just this boy I met on the train ride home,” Ginny told Hermione before getting dressed. They were both already dressed and ready for bed when Tawny came back into the room. To Ginny, Tawny looked sad. The girl had bags under her eyes, and when Ginny glanced at her arms, she saw there were a few scars on them. “Tawny, why do you have scars on your arms?”
Tawny looked at Ginny then at her arms. “My friends and I got attacked a while ago.” Hermione and Ginny gasped in horror, but Tawny shook her head. “It was nothing really bad. One of my friends got it worse.”
“Where are you from, by the way?” Hermione asked.
“Los Angeles, California. Would you mind if we talk more in the morning? I’m kind of tired.” Once she saw them nod, Tawny climbed into her bed, falling asleep once she hit the pillow.
I'd like to Thank Potterholic for being my beta, really helped alot on this story
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