"What if I am?" Molly asked her husband defiantly. "Ever since that day he saved her life it's been obvious he cares about her and you know how she's always been fond of him. She'd treat Harry much better than that harlot who's trying to turn him against our family."
"ENOUGH!" Arthur exclaimed loudly. It was a very rare day when Arthur Weasley raised his voice to his wife, but this was one of those occasions. "She is not turning Harry against our family. I spoke to her today. She is friends with Ginny, Fred and George. She only has a problem with you Molly. I would too if you kept insulting me the way you do her."
"…" Molly mouth opened but Arthur cut her off before she could say a word.
"Want to know how much she's turning him against us? The young man just put ten thousand galleons in our vault because, and I'm quoting him here, 'when I desperately needed a family, you gave me one.' Does that sound like someone who's against us? He plans on doing the same thing for the next ten years. Obviously someone has told him about the Ministry limits on gifts."
"You march down to Gringotts first thing in the morning and tell them to put it back," Molly said. "We can't take his money."
"We don't have a choice," Arthur told his wife. "He insisted that we take it for what this family owes him for saving Ginny's life. I could not say no. Again he cleared our debt to him by giving us what he knew we could use. He even insisted that Ginny and Ron each get one thousand galleons of it EACH YEAR. I ask you again does that sound like someone being turned against us?"
"But.."
"The one thing he did tell me was he would not step foot in the Burrow again until you apologized to Miss Delacour and invite her and her sister to come as well," Arthur got up from the table in disgust. "You need to decide how much you care about that young man because you are on the verge of pushing him away forever," He started to walk away then stopped and turned back. "Harry is happy Molly. It is obvious to anyone who actually looks at him that he cares for that young witch and she cares for him," Without waiting for her to reply he left the kitchen.
Upstairs Fred was busy pulling the string back into their room. The twins turned to Ginny. "A thousand Galleons? A year for ten years?"
Ginny blushed and nodded.
Fred and George let out identical whistles "Guess that means we don't have to buy Gin-Gin a present this year."
Ginny glared at her brothers. "I can always give you a bat-bogey for Christmas," She reminded them.
"True, and since he gave us his winnings, I guess we can't complain."
"Invested his winnings brother," Fred said. "Just because he doesn't realize he invested it, doesn't mean he didn't."
"True, very true," George replied.
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Dudley Dursley was having his worst summer ever. Expecting accolades from his mother and father when he arrived home after being named Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion of the Southeast division, he was greeted instead by his parents grounding him for the first two weeks because his mother had found his adult magazine collection. To make matters worse, his first night back he'd woken to wets sheets as he'd had an accident in bed. Twice more since he had arrived home, Dudley had dreamed of waterfalls and filled his bed again each time. Between the punishment and the bed-wetting, Dudley was becoming very frustrated. He couldn't even take his frustrations out on his cousin because he wasn't due to come back until almost a month later. Normally he could have wiggled out of his punishment, but it seemed his parents had had a rough spring and refused to listen to him. Even when his punishment ended, they had told him there was no money for his weekly cinema trips. Dudley never went to the cinema anyway, but used the money to buy Kents.
Then his cousin had arrived, Dudley had been waiting for the day for weeks. He planned to take his frustrations out on the freak by using him to keep his boxing skills up to par. Then that limousine had arrived with the freak and those cute tarts. Dudley didn't understand all that went on between that wizard and his parents, but the wizard was gone now and the freak was all alone with those birds.
"Girls like that want a real man, not some undersized wimp," Dudley thought as he took a couple of swings at the air in front of him. "Even if the tarts are freaks, they'll still appreciate me. Tomorrow I'll introduce myself."
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"Thank you," Harry said sincerely to his bondmates. "I...I just want you all know that I appreciate you spending this time with me."
"Silly man," Fleur said as she pushed Harry onto the sofa that was in the tent's main room. "Zough we might be near zose...zose things in ze 'ouse," She sat down in his lap before she continued. "We now 'ave you all to ourselves for two weeks. 'Owever if you want to keep thanking us, zen less noise and more lips are needed."
"Yes ma'am," Harry replied as he wrapped his arms around his oldest bondmate and promptly started obeying her command. "This is going to be the best summer ever," He thought when Hermione made Fleur give up her spot so she could have a turn several minutes later. By the time Gabrielle was sitting in his lap, all thoughts of the Dursleys had totally left his mind.
"Well if this is our home away from home then we should unpack," Hermione said as she started for her bedroom in the tent. The tent had two bedrooms, a living room, full bathroom including water closet and a kitchen with a table. The girls would share one bedroom while Harry had the other one, though it would always be two people to the fairly large beds in each room as the young witches planned to rotate sleeping in Harry's bed each night.
"Maybe we should call Winky or Dobby," Gabrielle suggested.
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