Itoshii Sune-ku

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Itoshii Sune-ku.

Chapter 15:Ikkokumono.

(Two...)

Harry saw Rhapsody and the other girls staring at him as Ginny dragged him over to a table with four boys, and an older woman, Harry figured that was Ginny's mother and brothers. One boy, red hair and wearing a pair of thin wire framed glasses, was reading a thick book, seeming oblivious to the teasing of his younger brother by the twins that were sitting next to him. The twins, red hair, freckles, and devious little grins, were tormenting their brother.

"The one readin' the book is Percy. He's goin' to Hogwarts now. I can't wait until I'm old 'nough to go to school, too. But he's a good brother. He's teachin' me how to read. The twins are Fred and George. They're the evil prankers. They like to trick people inta thinkin' one of them is the other. But you'll see, they're different. Here's a hint, Fred has a patch o' freckles on the side o' his face that looks like a star...Uhh...Sorta." Harry looked at them both, and when one turned to face his twin, he saw what Ginny was talking about. He did have a patch of freckles in the shape of a--slightly misshapen--star.

"Nobody notices it, though. They'd be able to tell them apart easily, if they did. I only noticed it 'cause, since they don' let me play with'em, I getta watch'em a lot. I only noticed it a while ago. Charlie's not here...Hm...Well, there is Ron. He's only a year older than me. He's pro'ly your age. How old are you?"

"Ginny!" A boy's voice called. Ginny and Harry turned and saw another boy with short red hair, like the other boys', walking toward them, eyes on Ginny.

"Where have you been? Mum sent me out looking for you. She's been worried sick! You shouldn't run off like that!" The boy, Harry figured this was Charlie, scolded Ginny. Harry figured Ginny would start rambling again, but she didn't. She just stared up at her brother, and glared at him. Charlie, to say the least, was shocked. His sister didn't glare at him often. Harry didn't blame her. He knew what it was like to be embarrassed in front of someone you wanted to be friends with.

"Well, it's not my fault! If Fred and George would ¤stop¤ acting like such ¤children¤ I wouldn't run off. It's their own fault." She 'hmph'ed,' turning her head, and the rest of her, away from her brother, and walking, with Harry in tow, as she hadn't let go of his hand yet, toward the table with her mother and brothers. When they got to the table, Ginny ignored her mother's fussing, and scolding, and tugged a chair next to another one at the table. She pointed to it, and told Harry.

"Sit, please." Harry smiled, and sat, still holding Ginny's hand. She tugged the other empty chair next to his, and sat down, too. Everyone had gone quiet when Ginny had started pulling the chair to the table. They had finally noticed the tiny boy their little sister was tugging around with her.

"Ginny, where have you--" Ginny's mother started, but was cut off by the twins.

"Hey, Ginny! Little sis," George started.

"Where did you get yourself a pet boy?" Fred ended. Ginny blushed, and looked at Harry. Harry looked back, and grinned. He looked at the twins, and smiled slightly.

"She found me in a hall and decided to take me home with her." Fred and George looked shocked for a minute, but then laughed.

"Did she really?" Fred asked, eyeing Harry thoughtfully.

"No, not really. But it was fun to see your shocked faces." Ginny said, laughing a bit.

"Brother, I think she's teasing us." George said to his brother.

"I think she is. She's never done that before, has she?" Fred asked.

"Hmm, no, I don't think she has. Should we test her?" George looked at Fred, raising a brow.

"I don't know. I don't want to risk my ears." George snorted and turned back to Harry, offering his hand.

"I'm Fred. It's nice to meet a kid with a sense of humor." Harry looked at the hand offered to him, then glanced at Ginny, who was in the process of rolling her eyes. Harry grasped George's larger hand in his tiny one and grinned slyly at him.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you, too. But...Umm..." Harry did his best to look unsure, and slightly scared, causing 'Fred' to reassure him.

"What's up? Come on, it's all right." He smiled brightly, and Harry took a deep breath.

"Are you sure you're Fred?" He blurted out, quickly. Fred and George looked shocked again for a second before George put on a innocently confused face.

"What do you mean? Yeah, I'm Fred." He gave a small smile.

"I'm sorry! It's just, um, you don't feel like a Fred, you know. I mean, you feel like part of a Fred, but not exactly a Fred. See? It feels like you're more of a...A...A George. Or maybe a Winsome. But less of a Winsome and more of a George. But just slightly." Harry smiled brightly, and oh so innocently at the twins. The two glanced at each other, awed expressions on their faces.

"Do you think he's...?" George started.

"That thing we read about?" Fred asked.

"In Percy's book?" Said George, sounding more excited by the word.

"Yeah! Are you really, Harry?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, you really one of those enthas guys?"

"Empath! If you're going to ask someone that important of a question, get it right! Empath!" Percy scolded the twins, yanking his glasses off and glaring at them. Harry cleared his throat.

"No. I'm not an empath. Whatever that is." He muttered the last under his breath. Nobody paid attention to it.

"It's just, he doesn't feel like a Fred. More like a George, or a Winsome. And you certainly don't ¤look¤ like a Fred. HE looks more like a Fred than you do." He pointed to Fred. Ginny was out right laughing at this point, and Harry grinned at her. He stood up, and turned to Ginny's mother.

"You must be Ginny's mother. Ma'am, I was wondering if I could write to Ginny. I'm moving to Japan in a little while, and I just made friends with Ginny, and I kinda don't want to leave without being able to still be friends with Ginny. I've never actually had a friend. Well, okay, friend in the sense that they aren't afraid of me or think I'm just plain weird, or think I'm just a know-it-all. And Ginny doesn't. And I like Ginny. And I'd like to write to her. 'Cause I don't want to lose her, 'cause she's the only friend I got. Well, besides Rhapsody and the others, but they're more siblings than friends, soo...Uhh...I'm rambling...I'm shutting up now." Harry said, using Ginny's rambling comment. He smiled cutely and hoped she would say yes.

Ginny's mother stared at the tiny child in front of her. He acted like he was Percy's age, but he was so small he looked Ginny's age.

"Oh dear. I'm Mrs. Weasley, dear, may I ask, how old are you?" Harry cocked his head to the side and smiled at her.

"I'm six, ma'am." Harry answered, deliberately slipping in his speech slightly and making 'ma'am' sound a tad bit like 'mum.' Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly at him, and chuckled a bit.

"Did you know you got George's middle name right? His middle name is Winsome. Tell me, where are your parents?" Harry shook his head.

"I don't have parents. They're dead. I'm going to go live in Japan with a nice family there. I'll have four sisters, a brother, and...An uncle." Harry cringed slightly, he had bad experiences with uncles. Mrs. Weasley didn't notice his cringe, neither did any of the boys. But Ginny did, and she frowned slightly, wondering.

"Well, will you be going to school when you get older?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Uhh, I think so. Most likely, anyway. I'm not sure if I'll be transferred somewhere else, nearer to home, or come here." Harry said vaguely. He had an inkling of what school she was talking about, Tremaine had skimmed over a bit about magical schools Europe and in Japan, but he'd have to ask. Mrs. Weasley looked thoughtful for a moment, before she smiled.

"Well, I guess you write to Ginny. I'll owl your new guardian when you send your first letter, all right? Make sure it's all right to have you owl my little Ginny. When are you leaving?" Ginny and Harry smiled widely at each other, and Ginny was bouncing in her seat.

"In a few hours, most likely. We have been traveling most of the night, and we stopped here to eat, rest, and do a bit of grocery shopping." Mrs. Weasley nodded, and they discussed it a bit more. Harry didn't talk much with Ginny's brothers, besides the talk with Fred and George. Percy and Ron didn't talk to him much either, Percy intent on reading his book, and Ron dozing off a bit in his chair. Charlie talked to him. He asked if Harry liked dragons any. Harry had told him they were very facinating creatures, which made Charlie beam at him.

Harry told them he had to go, that his family was waiting for him. He said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, and Ron and Percy. Though they didn't pay much attention, since Percy was still reading, and Ron was asleep by then. Harry then turned to Ginny and smiled at her.

"I get to write to you. When do you want my first letter?" Harry asked, smiling. Ginny immediately retorted.

"Write it while you're traveling." Harry laughed, and agreed. He was about to walk over to where Rhapsody and the others were waiting for him, but Ginny jerked him back, having never let go of his hand.

"Promise." She demanded, sternly. Harry raised his free hand in surrender.

"I promise to write while I'm traveling. And then I promise to write at least once a week. Unless under dire circumstances." Ginny nodded, satisfied, and let go of his hand. It was only when he was out of ear shot, that Ginny turned to her mother, and asked.

"What does 'dire' and 'circumstances' mean?"

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Harry walked over to the table his family was sitting at and sat down between Amaryssein and Rhapsody. He folded his hands in his lap, and stared at them, waiting for them to say something. Ajalaa was the first to speak.

"So...How come he's allowed to have a girlfriend and I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend?" Harry gasped and blushed red as Ginny's hair.

"She's not girlfriend. Dudley has girlfriends. I don't want one." He grumbled. They all laughed, even Tremaine, and Amaryssein and Rhapsody leaned over and kissed his cheeks. He looked up at them.

"Eat now, James. You're going to need it. We're walking to Kings Cross soon, and it's going to take at least an hour and a half. Maybe longer. And it's already three in the afternoon. We need to get there by six." Harry nodded, and started to eat what Amaryssein placed in front of him.

Harry guessed this would be the last time he would see this place. He kind of liked it here. Oh well. Harry would like it anywhere if he had his new family.

'And Ginny...' Harry smiled. It was going to be fun writing to her.


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I'm sorry. These last two chapters are probably horrible. I'm too sick to do anything else but write these days, but I wasn't really lucid while I was writing these chapters. Sorry if they're a little odd.