It started with Ron inviting me to the borrow with Sirius saying "Mum wanted to see you".
As for our reply?
The Burrow looked like it might fall over in a strong sneeze.
Chimneys leaned at odd angles, windows popped out at strange places, and the garden gate squeaked as I pushed it open.
To me, it didn't look shabby at all rather it looked alive.
I don't know why they described it shabby in the movies.
"Home sweet madhouse," Sirius muttered beside me, though his grin said he liked it.
Ron bounded out of the doorway, his hair windswept and face flushed.
"Harry! You made it!" He gave me a quick, side hug before stepping back. Then he turned politely to Sirius. "Hello, Mr. Black, sir. Mum's inside, she's been fussing since morning about the roast."
Sirius blinked. "Sir? Merlin, don't call me that. Sirius will do fine."
Ron flushed a little. "Right. Sorry, Sirius."
Before I could reply, Molly Weasley bustled out, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Harry, dear! Come in, come in. Let me look at you." She pulled me close, her hands brushing over MY arms. "Goodness, you've buffed up what have you been doing, boxing?"
I smirked. "Actually, yes."
Her eyes widened. "You're not supposed to say yes to that!"
Sirius laughed so loud a chicken squawked and fled into the garden.
Arthur appeared next, beaming. "Harry, wonderful to see you again. And Sirius, a pleasure. Tell me—" he leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was asking for state secrets, "what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"
Sirius blinked.
I grinned. "Bath toy. Floats in the water. That's it." classic Arthur Weasley.
Arthur clutched his chest. "Extraordinary. Muggles are geniuses."
I don't know about inventing rubber ducks is genius or not.
"Brilliant idiots," Sirius muttered.
yea more accurate.
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Inside, the Burrow was chaos warm, cluttered, and somehow perfect.
The long kitchen table was already set with steaming bowls of stew, thick slices of bread, and Molly's roast chicken, golden and glistening.
The twins flopped into their seats across from me, identical grins plastered on their faces.
"Well, if it isn't the Chosen One," Fred said.
Yea I choosed myself Harry I choose you!!.
"And his glamorous godfather," George added.
"Careful," Sirius said, narrowing his eyes playfully, "I've got decades of prank experience on you two."
Fred gasped. "A challenge."
George whispered, "Our battle will be legendary." how did he-
Ron slid in beside me, muttering, "Don't encourage them."
Ginny slipped into a seat diagonally from Harry, cheeks pink, eyes darting between her plate and his face. She managed a quiet, "Hullo, Harry."
I smiled. "Hi, Ginny. Your mum's cooking smells amazing."
Ginny nearly dropped her fork.
Off…still have a silly child crush on me, eh whatever.
Lunch itself was noisy.
Fred and George immediately targeted Sirius with a mischievous grin.
"So, Sirius," Fred began innocently, "our mother thinks you're a respectable guardian figure now."
George leaned in. "But rumor has it, you once hexed half of Gryffindor Tower's trousers to hop away on their own legs."
Sirius smirked, raising his glass. "Guilty. And that was a slow night, mind you."
The twins lit up like Christmas trees.
"Wait—you're one of them!" George said, practically bouncing.
"One of who?" Molly asked suspiciously, spoon paused mid air.
"The Marauders," Fred whispered dramatically, ignoring her glare. "The legendary pranksters. The masterminds of mayhem."
oh yeah! they don't even know about Padfoot is Sirius.
Sirius gave a mock bow from his seat. "Present and proud. Padfoot, at your service. Co-creator of chaos, destroyer of trousers, sworn enemy of pompous prefects."
Percy stiffened in his chair. "Really, this is exactly the sort of behavior that undermines Hogwarts discipline—"
"—and exactly the sort of behavior that makes Hogwarts worth living through," Sirius interrupted smoothly, winking at Me.
Fred slapped the table. "He's glorious!"
George raised his fork like a wand. "We must learn at his knee."
"Oh, you'll have to do better than that," Sirius replied with mock sternness. "Pranking is an art, lads. Takes style. Takes flair. Takes panache."
I couldn't help laughing at the sight of Sirius and the twins egging each other on while Ron groaned into his potatoes.
"Don't encourage them!" Molly barked, pointing her wand at Fred's plate. "And if I find so much as one Canary Cream in the gravy, you'll all be scrubbing dishes with your tongues!"
"Wouldn't dream of it, Mum," Fred said smoothly, while sliding something suspiciously golden out of sight.
George nodded solemnly. "Pure coincidence if Harry's pudding sprouts wings."
All and all a chaotic era- cough* I mean home.
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After the plates were cleared (Molly shooing everyone outside), Ron tossed Harry an old broom.
"It's a Cleansweep. Not as fast as your Nimbus, but fair's fair.",Of course this blood game is their time pass.
Typical weasleys.
The twins joined instantly, dragging out a battered Quaffle.
"Two-on-two," Fred declared. "Ron and Harry versus us."
The orchard made a perfect pitch, trees serving as goalposts, sunlight gleaming off the broomsticks.
From the sidelines, Arthur cheered like a boy, clapping every time someone scored. Sirius lounged against a tree, shouting advice in mock seriousness. "Harry, go for the jugular! Ron, hit them in the knees!"
"Not helping!" Ron shouted back, swerving to block George.
The game was fierce. Harry's training showed, he controlled the broom with sharp precision, feints crisp and unpredictable.
Ron, though a bit clumsy, threw himself into every block, determined not to let Harry down.
"Oi, Potter!" Fred called, darting forward. "Think you're untouchable?"
Harry smirked, dropped suddenly, and then shot straight back up, sending the Quaffle through the top goal.
yea this game is soo rigged towards seekers.
'Rowling what were you smoking' I thought grinning at the score.
Arthur whooped. "Magnificent!"
Ginny had come out too, sitting in the grass and hugging her knees.
Her eyes followed Harry's every move, and when he shot past the twins with a wicked spin, she actually clapped before realizing it, and immediately ducked her head.
I noticed it but ignore it for now.
After nearly an hour of play, Harry and Ron managed to keep the lead.
The twins collapsed in mock agony, groaning about their ruined reputations.
"Slain by a celebrity and his sidekick," George moaned.
"Oi!" Ron said indignantly. "Who's the sidekick?"
Harry laughed. "Relax. You were the MVP."
Ron beamed so hard Harry thought he might float off the broom.
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Dinner was even louder than lunch. Molly piled plates high with shepherd's pie, carrots, and treacle tart.
Conversation overlapped, Arthur trying to ask Sirius about the "mysteries of batteries," Ron animatedly retelling their Quidditch victory, the twins swearing vengeance.
Ginny mumbling a shy question to Harry about his classes at Hogwarts.
Harry leaned toward her so she could hear him over the noise. "Defense and Charms are my favorites. Why?"
Ginny stammered, twisting her napkin. "J-just curious."
Harry gave her a warm smile. "You'll crush both when you get there."
Her ears went scarlet. Ginny made small, polite comments to Harry here and there, but he responded warmly, never lingering.
He treated her crush as harmless, not noteworthy, focused instead on the joy of the family around him.
By the time the sun dipped low and Sirius declared it was time to head back, Harry's stomach was full, his face ached from laughing, and something in his chest felt lighter than it had in years.
As they stepped out into the evening air, Sirius clapped a hand on his shoulder. "That," he said, looking back at the glowing windows of the Burrow, "is what family's meant to be."
Harry nodded quietly. He thought so too.
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After visiting Weasley chaotic home, I sent a letter to Hermione asking if I can visit her with Sirius next week. As expected the reply was a ye-
The door to the Grangers' neat brick house opened before Harry could even raise a hand to knock.
Hermione stood there in a summer dress, hair as untamed as always, her eyes shining.
Mini Emma Watson.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a quick hug. Then she caught sight of Sirius lingering behind him.
Her cheeks flushed pink. "And you must be Sirius Black."
Sirius gave a mock bow, his hair falling into his face. "At your service, Miss Granger. Though I warn you, most of my services are terrible ideas."
Hermione's lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "That sounds about right."
Behind her, two adults stepped into the hall.
Dan Granger was tall, with strong shoulders that spoke of hours bent over dental chairs, while Emma carried herself with an elegant calm that Harry immediately found comforting.
Both were smiling, though their eyes lingered on Sirius with a touch of caution.
Emma stepped forward first, extending a hand. "Welcome. Hermione has been talking about this day for weeks. Please, come in."
Sirius shook her hand with a roguish grin. "Lovely home you've got here. No cursed portraits screaming obscenities at visitors, I hope?"
Dan blinked. "Er—no. We've never had that problem."
I snorted, then clasped Dan's hand firmly. "It's really nice to finally meet you both. Hermione's written about you."
Hermione groaned. "Dad, Mum, I didn't—"
"You did," I said cheerfully, smirking at her.
The sitting room smelled faintly of coffee and lemon polish.
Shelves lined the walls, filled with both books and framed photographs of Hermione through the years: gap-toothed smiles, messy pigtails, school plays, and holidays at the beach.
Emma set out a tray of tea and biscuits while Dan leaned forward in his armchair, studying Harry.
"So," he began, "you're Hermione's closest friend at school?"
I glanced at Hermione, who had her arms crossed, glaring at her father.
"I like to think so," Harry replied calmly. "We look out for each other. And she usually makes sure I don't get into too much trouble."
"Usually," Sirius muttered, earning a sharp elbow from Harry.
Emma smiled warmly. "We're very glad she has someone like you, Harry."
Hermione huffed. "Really, Mum, it's not like he saved my life or anything—"
I coughed pointedly. "Twice."
Technically once but I'll count troll one too as she was there with the whole Gryffindor.
Hermione shot him a murderous look. "We agreed not to dramatize!"
Sirius chuckled into his teacup.
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The Grangers set the table with roast bacon, roasted potatoes, and peas.
The smell filled the dining room, making my mouth water.
Sirius eyed the lamb like it was treasure. "Molly Weasley would approve."
During the meal, Dan asked casually, "Harry, do you have plans for the future? Beyond school?"
I paused, setting down his fork. "I want to know everything. Magic, yes, but also the Muggle world. Knowledge is power. And if I can… I'd like to build something that bridges both. Something better."
Dan studied him carefully, then nodded once. "That's… a very good answer."
Hermione beamed with pride, though she quickly masked it with a sip of water.
Emma reached across the table, touching my hand gently. "You're welcome here anytime. You know that, don't you?"
I throat tightened. "Yeah. I do now."
Sirius's expression softened as he watched.
"So," Hermione began, "I figured since you know all the Muggle stuff already, maybe you could help me with my chemistry project? My dad says the practical work is trickier than theory."
I smirked, flipping a pancake onto his plate with precision. "Of course."
Sirius snorted. "Typical wizard: trained in magic, nerd in everything else."
I rolled his eyes. "Don't start, Sirius."
After breakfast, me and Hermione moved to the study, a quiet room lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
Sirius had taken a nap in the guest room, muttering about missing "real adventure."
Hermione opened a thick textbook, pointing to a diagram of a chemical reaction. "I can't figure out why the reaction rate drops when you change the temperature."
I leaned over, gently adjusting her notes. "It's about kinetic energy. At lower temperatures, fewer molecules have the energy needed to overcome the activation barrier. It's basic thermodynamics."
Hermione stared at me, half impressed, half annoyed. "You make it sound so simple!"
"That's because it is," I said. "You just need to see the patterns. Everything magic or not follows rules."
She scribbled notes furiously. "You really have done this at university level?"
I nodded. "Before Hogwarts, yeah. It helps with magic too. Potion efficiencies, spell reactions… you'd be surprised how much overlaps."
Hermione paused, looking thoughtful. "I think I might actually like magic and Muggle science if I had you as a tutor all the time."
I smirked. "Careful. You might learn too fast."
Later, after lunch, me and Hermione sprawled across the living room floor playing Muggle board games.
Sirius watched, pretending to be disinterested, but he couldn't hide his amusement when Hermione executed a perfectly ruthless move in chess.
"Ruthless little bookworm," Sirius muttered, sipping his tea.
God how much tea would he drink?
"She's like that at Hogwarts too," I said, moving me knight to counter her attack. "Only she hides it behind polite words and sighs."
Hermione groaned. "Stop analyzing me like a textbook."
Sirius leaned back. "I can't help it. You two are fascinating."
That night, as they left, I looked back at the warmly lit windows. I didn't feel like an outsider in the Muggle world.
I felt like I belonged to both.
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