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Harry Potter and the Chambers' Secrets

Chapter One: Back to the Burrow

A boy of 14 years walked through the train station. He silently followed a large, pudgy man, a skinny woman, and another boy who could've been mistaken for a whale.

Harry Potter trudged as his mind wandered to the thing that his mind would always wander to: Voldemort. Harry had just witnessed the reforming of Voldemort's body, and they had fought and dueled with each other. Harry quickly pulled his mind away when he thought about Cedric dying, and the small devil-looking thing that was Voldemort.

Harry walked into the parking lot of the train station, and was about to get into the Dursleys' car, when something purple caught his eye. He turned to see Dumbledore, still dressed in bright robes, striding toward him. This was the first time Harry had seen Dumbledore outside of Hogwarts.

"Harry," Dumbledore started. "It has just now come to my mind, that you are no longer safe at the Dursleys'," Dumbledore said waving a hand at his uncle, aunt, and cousin. "Voldemort used your blood to come back, and since he can now touch you, it would make sense that he would be able to get tough the ancient blood protection charm protecting you at Petunia's."

Harry noticed his aunt flinch at the name, and then tense up as Dumbledore concluded his explanation. Harry wondered what she knew about Voldemort.

"So you're saying I don't have to go with them?" Harry asked, now pointing at his 'family.'

"Precisely, I assume you would like to go to the Burrow; I would offer you to come to Hogwarts, but that is not possible at the moment." Dumbledore now looked a bit angry, but quickly his eyes were twinkling again. "Now Harry, I have spoken with Molly and Arthur, and they have agreed wholeheartedly to allow you to stay with them."

Voldemort nearly forgotten, Harry asked Dumbledore if he could stay the whole summer. Dumbledore shrugged it off saying, "We'll see."

Dumbledore looked up at Petunia and asked to speak with her. They walked a short distance off, and began talking animatedly. Harry turned to his Uncle and swallowed his pride and said, "Uncle Vernon, thank you for coming to get me, and taking me in thirteen years ago."

Vernon looked shocked but quickly regained composure. "Well, it's about time you thanked me, all those years I had to put up with you…" he continued on, but Harry tuned him out.

"Well," Harry said interrupting him, "No more putting up with me now I suppose." Harry took something out of his pocket and slipped it into Dudley's. Fred and George will be pleased, Harry thought.

Petunia came back looking pale and scared. Dumbledore followed behind her, twinkle still in his eyes. Harry said his goodbye's once more and left with Dumbledore. When they were a short distance away from any eyes, Dumbledore turned to Harry, and waved his wand casting a spell around them. "Harry, I said it just last week, and I'll say in once more, your bravery and courage has been beyond any I know. I have said that it is not our abilities but our choices that make us who we are. Your choices definitely show who you are, so now I want to bring out your abilities to, how shall I say, make your choices more influential. Next school year, if…excuse me…when we return to Hogwarts, I would like to meet with you alone. I don't know how often, but we will see."

"Erm, okay Professor. What will we be doing?" Harry asked curiously.

The twinkle in Dumbledore's eye got brighter as he said, "Ah, Harry that is for me to know, and you to find out." He chuckled and changed the subject, "The Weasley's are waiting for you, Harry. If I am not mistaken, they have borrowed one of the ministry's cars again." They had started walking toward the parking lot again, and Dumbledore pointed to a van with a bunch of red heads surrounding it.

Harry smiled at his favorite family as Dumbledore stated, "I'm sure we will see each other before school starts again, Harry. I beg you to trust me with anything that happens while you are at the Weasley's. I must now go back to Hogwarts," the twinkle in his eyes suddenly left,"to deal with some unfortunate business." Harry looked as his headmaster bid him farewell and went back in the direction of platform nine and three-quarters.

Harry walked to the van where the Weasley's greeted him as if they hadn't seen him an hour earlier. After several hugs from Mrs. Weasley, they got into the van, which was much larger on the inside. Harry went to the far back, where he was joined by Ron and Ginny. The twins rode in the middle, with their parents in front.

Harry was anxious to get his mind away from pressing matters, so he brought up a conversation. "I wonder if Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle are still on the train. No one really cares enough about them to help them, right?" The teenagers all started laughing.

Ginny piped up. "I wish I could've seen them, or at least helped a little." Harry laughed at this, and he was surprised to hear Ginny speak a full sentence. She joined in the laughter and grinned at Harry.

The ride to the Burrow was uneventful, and when they arrived, Harry started up the stairs to Ron's room. Mrs. Weasley looked up and called out, "Harry, dear, you will be staying in Percy's old room."

"That's ok, I like sleeping in Ron's."

"No, I insist, please?" Mrs. Weasley pleaded. Harry thought Dumbledore might have asked to do this.

"Ok, Mrs. Weasley, whatever you want." Harry sighed and climbed the stairs to Percy's old room. The room was a bit larger than Ron's and Harry felt guilty. But if that's what they wanted, he would oblige.

Harry quickly made a decision. He decided that he would help in any way he could, and try not to be a burden. He was sure that he would play a larger role in everything than anyone else, but he also knew he didn't have the experience that the others had. He admitted to himself he needed help, and Dumbledore was on the top of his list of people he could trust.

Harry silently unpacked what little he had. Right as he pulled out his album of his parents, he heard someone walk in. He assumed it was Ron. Harry flipped to his parent's wedding night, and saw Sirius, the best man, laughing. "I wonder what Sirius is up to now. So do you think he's in better condition now that a few more people have acknowledged his innocence?"

A gruff voice answered, "I sure think he is."

Harry whirled around to see his godfather standing at the doorway. "Sirius!" he exclaimed as he ran over to hug him.

"Hey Harry." Sirius looked well fed and a little more like he was in the picture. "Let me tell you, Molly's cooking sure has hit the spot these last couple weeks. I've been staying here since Dumbledore showed Molly I was innocent. She insisted that I stay here for a while."

"Hasn't it been awkward, has she been scared at all…it's a lot to take in that a convicted murderer of 16 people is innocent." Harry said.

"Once I told Molly the whole story, she was so upset over my false twelve years in Azkaban that she forgot completely about her fears….it's kind of scary how mother-like she has been to me, she only just older than me." Sirius shuddered.

"So how long will you stay here?"

"Well, since you kicked me out of my room," Sirius joked, "then I guess just until tonight."

Harry didn't want him to leave, and it must've shown, because Sirius added, "I'll be dropping in quite often. I mean, there isn't a lot one can do when he is being searched for all across Britain now is there?" Harry laughed and was happy again.

They walked down the stairs together laughing about a story Sirius told them about when he and James were in school. "So then, McGonagall said to James, '50 points from Slytherin,' and it took everything in James, well the polyjuice potion made him look like Snape, not to laugh."

Harry then told Sirius about when he used polyjuice potion in his second year. Sirius laughed when he told them what happened to Hermione after she took it. "Boy, you are almost as big of a trouble maker as we were….although we were doing it to cause mischief whereas you did it to stop evil…wow, I guess I should learn from you." Sirius laughed, and Harry found he really enjoyed hearing him laugh.

"Sirius, teach me everything you know throughout the summer …we all need some things to laugh about now that Voldemort's back." Harry remembered saying the same sort of thing to Fred and George when he gave them his tournament winnings.

"I'll be able to do more than teach you, Harry." Sirius smiled and walked off leaving Harry to wonder what he meant.

Dinner was delicious as always when made by Mrs. Weasley. Afterwards, Sirius bid farewell and thanked Mrs. Weasley countless times before waving to everyone as he disapparated.

Harry sighed happily when he thought about Sirius being a little happier. He looked over to find the twins, Ron, and Ginny looking at him. Ginny quickly said, "How 'bout a game of quidditch before we turn in, Harry?"

Harry was once again surprised at her speaking in front of him, much less to him, but smiled and nodded to her. "I didn't know you played quidditch, Ginny."

"What else was I supposed to do in your first year when all my brothers were gone…?" She smiled again and Harry thought he liked it when she smiled, too.

They went outside, and the five of them played a five-person variation of quidditch, which left Ron on his broom while the other four hit bludgers and threw the quaffle at him. He dodged the bludgers and caught the quaffle when he could. Harry yelled to him, "You would make a fair keeper this next year, Ron."

Harry took his turn next and dodged all the bludgers easily, but when Ginny threw the quaffle he barely caught it and it knocked him to the side and he had to flip upside down due to the power behind the throw. "And you would make an excellent chaser next year, Ginny." Ginny smiled, and surprisingly didn't blush too much at his compliment.

Harry got up and looked at Ginny who was lost in her thoughts. The sun reflected off of her hair, showing off several different shades and colors. He thought she looked wonderful, up in the air. Woah, Potter. What are you thinking?

It was Ginny's turn to dodge, and he enjoyed her smart remarks she made to her brothers. All in all, he was very glad she seemed to be over the crush, because he found he really likes this Ginny Weasley.

Soon, they went in to dinner, and Harry was once again reminded of how wonderful Mrs. Weasley's cooking was.

As Ron took his first bite and swallowed. As he brought his next bit of food up to his mouth, he seemed to be struggling at opening it.

George and Fred looked at Ginny. "Our little sis is growing up." George sniffled. Fred wiped a tear away.

Ginny stood and bowed. "Thank you, thank you!"

Ron merely growled and made grunting noises as he tried to open his mouth. He then lunged at his sister who easily got out of his way. Harry enjoyed watching the game of tag for the next while, and couldn't stop thinking about the prank as he fell asleep that night.