Chapter 5
After the plates were cleared, and bellies were full, everyone turned back to the book.
Chapter Five: The Whomping Willow
James and Sirius looked at Remus, smirks playing at the corners of their mouths.
Remus glared for a moment, before rolling his eyes at them.
The next morning Harry got up early and went outside. Sitting under the shade of a large tree, Harry pulled out his phone and, wondering what was going on in the muggle world, he went onto his local news network.
Search for Stark Continues
The United States government continues to search for billionaire Toni Stark.
Two week ago Toni Stark's convoy was attacked, after giving a weapons demonstration out in the deserts of Afghanistan. The attack left 10 dead and 6 wounded. Toni Stark was not however among the survivors nor the dead. We do know though that she was part of the convoy when it was attacked. It is unclear as to who was behind the attack, as no one is claiming responsibility.
Harry looked up from his reading. She was missing?
Harry, along with several others around the hall, looked at Toni in concern. Those at the Avengers' table among them.
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley called, snapping Harry from his train of thought. "Breakfast."
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The end of the summer vacation came too quickly for Harry's liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at the Burrow had been the happiest of his life. He was trying not to think of the article he had read a couple weeks ago. But whenever his mind wasn't occupied with something, then it would pop right back to the forefront of his mind.
"Harry, don't worry about it." Toni said, "it's not your job to worry about me. It's mine and Steve's, and James and Lily's responsibility. Okay?"
"But if you're always worrying about me, who's looking out for you?" Harry said.
Toni's next words got stuck in her throat. Thankfully, Steve came to her rescue. "We look out for each other."
Toni finally got her words unstuck, "And no one goes without."
"Ohana means family." Natasha said.
"And family means, no gets left behind," Clint picked up, "Or forgotten."
Their sincerity hit Harry like a truck. Silently, tears made tracks down his face. He wiped them away, silently scolding himself for crying. He had cried more in the last two days than he had in the last seven years.
It was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up on Privet Drive.
"You really are lucky Ron." Harry said. "All the money in the world can not buy what you have. A family who loves you."
Ron looked at his siblings and parents, and smiled.
"You have a family who loves you too Harry." Lily said, coming over to give Harry a hug.
Harry took a moment and buried his face in his mom's shoulder. The scent coming off of her, bringing back flashes of memories. Of happier times.
Lily felt the tears hit her neck, as Harry was hit with flashes of memories. Lily sat with him, rubbing his back for a few minutes.
On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry's favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.
