Ginny had lied to Ron when she told him about Dean; she'd only said it was him to get a rise out of her hot-headed brother. By the end of his 6th year, Harry had gone out on a few dates with Ginny. Ginny was taking it a little slow as she didn't want to get hurt again and Harry had taken it slow as he didn't know anything about dating. Harry did know that Mrs. Weasley was very happy that he was dating her daughter.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts when his mum kissed him on the cheek. "Morning, honey," she said, moving to make herself some coffee.
"Morning. What kind of omelet do you want?"
She looked at her oldest child and smiled. "Surprise me," she finally offered.
"The Bertie's Every Flavor kind of surprise, or something you might enjoy more?" Harry countered.
"Your call. But keep in mind who does your laundry, young man."
"Remus?"
"Oh, ha, ha, mister. Believe me, the last thing you want is him washing all your clothes like he used to. For years you only wore pink because he decided to keep washing everything together."
"Good surprise coming up," Harry smiled. He then got busy whipping up a Denver omelet.
Harry didn't mind the mess he was making. Shelia had finally cornered him yesterday and pleaded with him to take over making breakfast for the family. He had acquiesced but only after getting her (and Rose) to agree to cleaning up. And now he was making sure his sisters didn't get off easy. He loved his sisters and knew they loved him, but siblings would still be siblings, and getting one up on a sibling was tradition.
This would get them partially back for the stunt they pulled a couple weeks ago. They had played truth or dare, and together they dared him to dress up like a girl. He had agreed to it after making sure that makeup, polish, and undergarments weren't part of the deal. It really wasn't that big of a deal to him and it made them happy, so he was agreeable to doing it. Plus, they'd already conned little Lily into helping them select the clothes and she wanted to see him all dressed up in a dress.
The problem had come when he'd put the dress on and found he couldn't take it off. Sirius and his dad suddenly showed up saying that Harry would have made a gorgeous girl and then Sirius waved his wand and next thing Harry knew he had a rack. His dad made his hair longer and transfigured his shoes into high heels. Now those hurt. Then his dad and Sirius made an excuse that they'd left some work at the office and promptly vanished. And try as he might, he couldn't get the spell undone until Remus came by later that afternoon.
Actually, Harry could have dispelled the charms at any time with his wandless ability, but held off on tipping his parents as to how powerful he actually was. However, once the girls had started looking for him with a camera in hand, he vanished into some shadows and appeared on the other side of the house. He kept that game of chase up for several hours until the girls gave up. Harry didn't mind joking around, but having his picture taken in that getup… he shivered at the thought.
"Hey, what's that smell?" Shelia asked as she and Rose came into the kitchen.
"Breakfast; what else?"
"So, Harry, what's on the menu today?" Rose said, looking at all the dishes she and her sister were going to have to wash later.
"Cake," he replied simply.
"Cake?" Shelia asked in confusion.
"Cake?" his mum raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Cake. It's got eggs in it. Nothing but nutritious I always say."
"Harry…" his mum started but stopped when she saw the curve of his lips. "Very funny, young man. He's just pulling your legs, girls. C'mon, have a seat. Harry will have your gruel up in just a few minutes."
"Gruel?" Rose asked in horror.
"Well, an omelet for me, but good old fashioned gruel for his favorite sisters. Harry, did you get the dirty spoons for Rose and Shelia like I asked?"
"Mum!" Shelia said in annoyance.
"Good one, mum," Rose sat next to her mother. Lily ruffled her daughter's hair and smiled down at them. Harry was chuckling at the scene of his mum getting one over on his sisters. It was little things like that that Harry missed growing up and never experiencing.
"Harry," his mother interrupted his thoughts again.
"Yes mum?" Harry put a fresh omelet (with garnishes even) in front of her.
"After breakfast, which if your father doesn't get down for soon he's going to miss out on, we need to get going. The earlier we leave the better. This is delicious, Harry. My, you may be a late bloomer in the kitchen but you certainly got my knack for cooking if I do say so myself. Rose? Are you well? You're choking."
Harry had to admit that his mother was like a mixture of Hermione and Ginny. She was smart, strict, kind, loving, fun, outgoing, and everything else he had desired for a mother. She loved to read and routinely complimented him when she noticed he was doing the same. Which apparently he was doing more of than his earlier counterpart. She enjoyed the sport of Quidditch, but never played it herself. Most everyone else in the family loved to play, the exception being little Lily, and surprisingly "former" Harry.
Harry had finally gotten through the emotions of the past few months of his former self and found out what had been the catalyst to bring him here. Interestingly enough, it had revolved around Quidditch. Earlier-Harry had just finished 5th grade but wasn't sure what to expect. He'd never been that magically adept. The more that Harry thought about it, the then-Harry sounded more like the Neville he knew. He thought himself practically a squib. He couldn't even manage to stay on a broom for any length of time before falling or his nerves getting the better of him.
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