"Oh my Merlin! Are you kidding me? Again?" Nat groaned, pulling me onto the floor with a loud thump. Harry and I were maybe, kind of, not really, sorta definitely snogging. I groaned myself, irritated. I was enjoying myself!

"You know, you and Fred don't even care if you get busted. You just keep going. Maybe we should get our own rooms. Then maybe I'd have some privacy! You won't bother me, and I won't bother you!" I smirked, standing up and brushing myself off. Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I crossed my arms, still smirking at her, but she didn't respond. Which, let me tell you, bugs the living daylights out of me! She just stands there unfazed! Who does that?

"Yeah no. Be happy it was me. Mrs. Weasley wanted to come get you!" She laughed, poking my sides. I squealed, swatting her hand away. Harry did that one day and I jumped around squealing and stuff, of course everyone found this hilarious! Which means they do it all the time. "Besides, you two were lookin' kind of, er, hardcore? That'll work. What would have happened if I hadn't broken it up?" She teased, skipping towards the door.

"We would have been a hell of a lot happier!" Harry whispered, chuckling. I laughed, spinning around in his arms. He kissed me softly, then rested his forehead against mine. Harry had grown up over the summer. A lot. He was all muscly now! And he has abs! Lots and lots of abs. I like them very much.

He got taller too. Thankfully, I grew up as well. Nat and I spent most the summer working out and getting that perfect teen beach body from the infomercial thing. I'm quite pleased with it if I do say so myself! I grew too! I'm still short. My head reaches Harry's shoulders, but that's okay. Mione says it's cute when a girl is shorter than the guy. Ginny says it's really cute when he picks her up to kiss her. So I'm okay with it.

"Why does she want us?" I asked, still leaning into Harry. Nat rolled her eyes, but she's just mad because she wants her Freddy. I still like Georgina and Fredricka, but everybody use those. So it's no fun.

"I don't know. They're done though. The order that is, they've finished. So come on vamonis!"

"Everybody lets go!"

"Come on lets get to it, I know that you can do it!" We sang, skipping down the stairs. We laughed, pushing the kitchen door open. Everyone was already seated, there were two seats side by side and one beside Fred. Gee, I wonder which one's mine?

I skipped to the two open seats, laughing with Nat. "What's so funny?" Ron asked, he was sitting by Mione. Shocker! Harry, Fred, George, Nat, Ginny and I all exchanged a look, smirking.

"Your face!" We chorused, turning Ron's face red. It's not funny, at all. But Ron did that to everyone the first two weeks of summer and it really ticked everyone off, so to get him to quit, we all started doing it to him whenever we got a chance. Genius right? We think so.

"Oh shut it!" He snapped, flipping us off. I fake gasped, placing a hand on my heart. Dad and Uncle Lupin chuckled, shaking their head.

"How dare you?" I hissed, glaring at him. "We're family Ronald!"

"Gracie!" He groaned, he went to continue, but Nat stepped in.

"That is sick! And to think, not only is she your sister, but your best friends girlfriend!"

"Actually love, there's no actual relation. So really, he's just a pig. He's after your girl mate! Harry, kick his ass!"

The whole table, except Ron and Molly burst into laughter. Molly didn't look happy and Ron looked ticked! His ears were all red and his face was red and it was just not a pretty picture. I high fived Nat and Fred, Harry wrapped his arms around me protectively, giving Ron a fake glare. I giggled, kissing his cheek.

"Enough! Now, we called you two down here for a reason. What were you doing up there anyway?" Molly asked, she gave us this look that was way to innocent, sorry Molly but you never could act.

"Oh they were s-"

"Studying! We have our O.W.Ls this year and I really want to be prepared!"

"Well I don't. That's what schools for!" Harry huffed, playing along. I tried not to laugh, so I just rolled my eyes.

"Amen Harry!" Dad shook his head, shoving more food into his mouth. "Lilly used to make James study like that. Pain in the arse!" Harry laughed, nodding.

"Enough of that! Studying is a good thing! We're proud of you Gracie! Second of all, Ron and Mione are prefects!" She squealed, clapping her hands. The twins, Ginny, and I shared a horrified look. Prefects are a disgrace in our house! I mean, look at Percy! Charlie was acceptable because he is still wickedly awesome, but Ron?! We all groaned, dropping our heads onto the table. I was surprised when Nat did too. Fred must have told her.

"Oh come on Gracie! And I thought you would be happy for me!" Mione pouted, looking a bit hurt.

"You? I am proud of you Mione! It's the one sitting beside you!" I lifted my head to smile at Mione, then glare at Ron. "How did you get prefect anyway? Your always with us whenever it comes to our little adventures, your grades are no where near as good as Mione's, or mine, or Nat's even!"

"Hey!"

"Sorry Nat. That came out wrong. Anyway, I guess I am proud of you. Your my brother, you did something good to get that so I guess I'm proud!" I sighed, waving him off with my hand.

"See Ron! I told you they wouldn't all hate you!" Molly smiled. She got out of her seat and walked all the way around the table to come and hug me. I hugged her back, laughing a bit.

"Hey! Uncle Moony was a prefect, weren't you?" I asked, smiling at him. He grimaced, shooting me a look an then Dad a look. Dad burst into hysterics.

"Sure was! He was even in the running for headboy! Come to think of it, Ron is sort of like Hermione, he was always with us in our little adventures, but he had super grades or something. All the teachers loved him!" Dad sighed, wiping his eyes. "Anyway, Harry, a Mrs. Figg called?" Harry's face instantly took over with confusion. "She says there's a problem with the Dursley's and they need you to come immediately. You don't have to if you don't want to though!" Dad said, completely nonchalant.

"What?" That was all Harry said, he looked kind of worried. I know he doesn't want to go back, but he needs to. They're his family, horrible or not. "Why?"

"I really don't know Harry. Sorry, I didn't ask for details." Dad looked confused as well. "Did any of them have any medical problems?" I snorted, because yeah. They did. They're all insane and it wouldn't hurt the men to go on a diet. Rude or not, I love Harry and the way they treated him was unacceptable.

Harry smirked, looking at me. "What?"

"Nothing!"

"Tell us!"

"No way! I'm not getting hit over the head for my rudeness! It was in my head and I can't get in trouble if I don't say it out loud!" I hissed, making sure only he and one or two people around us could hear. He and Dad laughed, so did Fred and Nat, which means Molly knew it wasn't nice.

"Well go on Gracie! Tell us!" She folded her hands on the table in front of her. I looked at each of them, but turns out I was on my own.

"Well, it's really not that funny!" I glared at each of them, because it really wasn't. But Molly would hit me over the head if she knew what I was thinking. She nodded, waiting for me go continue. "I made a comment about their mental health, that's all." I shrugged, sinking back in my seat. She sighed, shaking her head.

"Now Gracie. We're all aware that you do not like the Dursley's, but you never really new them. Harry, tell her they weren't that bad! Please dear?" Molly smiled at him. He shook his head, but turned to me, a small smile on his face as well.

"They weren't that bad!" He said, kissing the top of my head. I glared at him.

"In second year, we had to fly a car to go get you. And when we got there, they had bars on your window!" I stated, making sure to keep my voice calm. He chuckled, wrapping his arm around me. "Okay, so, we were called down here to hear that Ron and Mione are prefects?" I asked, turning back to Molly.

"Well yes. But also because Harry's birthday is coming up. As well as your own. We were wondering how you wanted to celebrate?" She smiled again, looking at both of us fondly. Everyone turned to us with that same look, including new order members. I know each of them on a first name basis now, they're pretty cool.

Harry and I blushed, because honestly, we've talked about our birthdays once this summer and we decided that with everything going on we didn't need to worry about it. "Er, we don't need to do anything really." I shrugged, not meeting anyone's eye. I could see Harry nodding though, he even scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Non sense! You're going to be fifteen! You have to do something!" Arthur said, dropping his fork. Everyone nodded. Mum and Dad gave me a stern look, the one that said, 'your going to do it because we love you and there's no way to get out of this!' I hate that look! Harry and I sighed, running a hand through our hair simultaneously. Any other time that would have made me smile, but not right now.

"Really guys, with the order and everything going on, we really don't need to celebrate!" Harry gave them a small smile. "I suppose I should go see the Dursley's. May I be excused?" Harry asked, beginning to stand.

"Of course!" Molly sighed, but she looked hurt at the same time. I wanted to go with Harry. Badly. But this is a family thing. I'm only going if he asks me. After he left, I stood up as well.

"If I may be excused, I'd like to go study some more?" Molly nodded. I skipped up the stairs, not bothering to stop at Harry's door, but it would have been a waste if I had. He was leaning against my door frame, a small smile.

"Would you come with me?" He asked, taking my hand. I nodded happily. "Okay. We'll leave in ten minutes. We'll use our brooms okay?" I nodded, pushing my door open.

"Meet you in ten minutes!" I smiled, letting go of his hand and shutting my door. It's warm, but kind of chilly sooo hoodie! I grabbed my hoodie and a pair of jeans. I shoved my converse on quickly and ran into the bathroom to finish getting ready. When I checked my watch, I had two minutes to grab my broom and get my butt downstairs. I brushed my teeth, yanked a brush though my hair and put a headband in it.

I grabbed my broom and took off. "I take it your going?" Dad asked, once I reached the living room. I nodded in response, jogging towards the door. Love you! Be careful!"

"Love you too Daddy!" I pulled the door open. Harry was waiting, a smile on his face. "Ready!"

"Alright. Come on!" He smiled, mounting his broom. I mounted mine, kicking off. We flew up and headed towards the Dursley's. "I can't believe Ms. Figg called!" He sighed, about halfway there. I looked at him, he had been quiet the whole ride and I left him to it, but not anymore.

"Maybe it's a good thing? I mean, they're reaching out to you! I just wish we knew why."

"We're almost there. Only about ten, fifteen minutes now!" He sighed again, looking straight ahead. I didn't respond. "I think we should go to Ms. Figg first. If we go straight there they'll probably leave us on the street for the night." He scowled, finally looking at me. He acts like e wouldn't mind being on the street if it weren't for me?

"Okay. Whatever you want to do!" I smiled, looking out over the houses. Below us, there was a little park, nothing big, but it was kind of cute. "Have you ever been there?" He looked down and smiled.

"Yeah. All the time. I used to walk there to get away. When I could. Dudley an his gang used to beat little kids up here. Probably still do. Wanna go there before we leave?"

"That'd be brilliant!" I smiled, looking down again. "Isn't that it?" I asked, pointing towards the biggest house on the street. He nodded, a frown setting over his face. "Which one is Mrs. Figg's?"

"The one right across the street." I swooped down as he said it, pulling up at the last minute. I flew towards Mrs. Figg's house and parked in her front lawn. Harry landed beside me, taking my hand. Together, we walked up to the front door, and he knocked. There were some 'meows' and a few thumps before she opened the door.

"Harry? Little Harry? Is that you? It's been so long!" Mrs. Figg smiled, pulling Harry into a hug. He hugged her back with his free arm, but held on to my hand even tighter than before. When she let him go, she looked me up and down. "And whose this?"

"This is my girlfriend, Gracie!" He smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist. Mrs. Figg clapped her hands, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, kind of awkwardly, but still. She seemed sweet.

"Well hello dear! How are you doing?"

"Oh I'm fine! And you?"

"Just fine. Now Harry, not that I'm not happy to see you, but do what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, picking up a cat that had just appeared at her feet. Harry and I exchanged a look, because guess what! Something's not right!

"I was told you called? Something about the Dursley's?" He said, looking across the street.

"Oh no dear! I never called! Oh, that means your out for the night! Do come in!" She turned around motioning for us to follow her.

"Something's not right!" Harry whispered, pulling me down the hall. He didn't even pay attention, like he knew the house like the back of his hand. I nodded in response, following Mrs. Figg upstairs. I saw numerous cats as well.

"In here kids! I'm sorry, I don't have an extra room. You don't mind sharing, do you?" She asked, a little twinkle in her eye. I blushed, shaking my head.

"No ma'm. Thank you!" Harry smiled, pulling me into the room. He shut the door and turned to me, that smile looks way to much like Dad and James. "No Nat!" He smirked, walking forward to put his hands on my hips. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. He bent his head towards mine, but there was a knock at the door. "Come in Mrs. Figg!" He sighed, stepping away from me.

"Here you go dears! These were Harry's when he was little, I had them for him when he stayed here. Harry, these were ones I bought before you moved! I hope they fit!" She smiled, handing Harry a stack of clothes. I smiled at her.

"Thank you Mrs. Figg!" We chorused. She nodded, walking towards the door. She stopped in the frame, turning to us.

"Harry, I assume you'll be leaving the room so Gracie can change?" She smirked, raising her eyebrows. I giggled and Harry nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Of course!" He said, following her towards the door. He shut it behind him and I laughed, starting to undress. I put the clothes on, shocker alert, they fit. Ugh. This is so embarrassing! I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry knocked a few minutes later, opening the door. "Hey!" He smiled, coming to sit next to me. He pulled me onto his lap, kissing my forehead. "Comfortable?"

"Very!" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looked down at the clothes and chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't be mean!" I laughed, tapping his arm.

"Those were mine when I was eleven Gracie!" He laughed, laying down on the bed. He pulled me down with him while I scowled. "Awe come on! You look cute!" He smiled, rubbing circles into my arm with his thumb. I rolled my eyes, but kissed him anyway. "So, we'll go to the park tomorrow before we leave?"

"Yes!" I squealed, rolling to the side. He held me in place with his hands on my hips. "What?" I asked, smirking at him.

"I like it this way!" He smirked, wrapping his arms tight around my waist. I laughed, squirming around to get comfortable. Finally I was, so I just rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes. "Night love!"

"Night Harry!" I smiled, curling my fist around his shirt. I was out in minutes.

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"Come on! I wanna go to the park!" I laughed, running in that direction. Harry was lagging! He finally started running, catching up with me. "Catch me if you can!" I laughed, he laughed too, following me. We decided to wait till we got home to worry about who called and why. We'll talk about it with the order. I took off running, since I had a head start, I was a few yards in front of him. Plus he wasn't trying his hardest.

I felt hands grab me by my arms and pull me into a bush. "Harry!" I yelled, but one covered my mouth.

"Shut up whore!" Some boy hit me, so I glared, making several of them back up. Dudley, however, stepped forward. Stupid twit was smirking me! "Dang big D! You didn't tell us she was this hot!"

"Trust me, you don't want to try this one! She's Potter's girl. They've been together how long sweetheart?" He smirked, poking my sides. I kicked at him, glaring as hard as I could. The git uncovered my mouth so I can answer. Idiot.

"Harry! Help!" I yelled, taking the multiple slaps I got. "That's illegal! You can't hit a girl you fat twit!" I hissed, swinging a punch. He ducked, but I got his friend, sending him backwards.

"Gracie!" Harry yelled, but he sounded a ways away. I stomped on the one who was still holding me and kicked Dudley where the sun don't shine, then took off running.

"Get her!" He yelled, his friends chasing me. I ran and ran, not looking over my shoulder. I saw Harry ahead of me, but he was turned around, looking around frantically.

"Harry!" I called, right as I got tackled. He spun around, took one look, and looked absolutely pissed! He ran in our direction while I struggled against the multiple boys on top of me. I kicked and squirmed, wiggling my way out. Dudley stepped in front of me, right before Harry got to me.

"Move over Dudley!"

"No. You see, I don't think I want to!" He grabbed me, hauling me up by my waist. He held me the way Harry does, and I do NOT like it!

"I'm going to give you three seconds to remove your hand or I WILL kill you!" I snarled, glaring at him.

"He doesn't have that long!" Harry hissed, stepping forward. Dudley moved his hand to a place that if Dad were here, he'd have died on the spot! Harry wasn't to happy either. He pulled his wand on Dudley, and while his friends laughed, Dudley looked scared. "I am only going to tell you once. Get your hands off of her, or I'll kill you!" His voice was low and cold, his face was dark and emotionless. I'll be honest, I was scared as heck.

Dudley released me, so I ran to Harry. He pushed me behind him, holding onto my waist tightly. The sky's went dark and it was cold. "Dementors!" I whispered, making sure only Harry could hear me. He tensed up, tightenkng his hold by a light. It actually kind of hurt, but I'd rather it be Harry then the oaf any day.

Dudley's friends ran off, looking scared. "What did you do?" Dudley roared, glaring at Harry. I shot him a glare of my own, he stepped back, staring at the sky. Harry didn't let go of me, and he didn't put his wand down.