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Its offical!!!

Harry woke up at five the next day. Nothing to out of the ordinary as he usually woke up at this time at the Dursley's, and it was his body's own clock but it was the fact he had went to bed at 3 last night, his body wouldn't wake him up after a maximum of two hours of sleep would it? No. The reason he was up so early was the cancer. He had heard mr.Weasley talk about getting next to no sleep when he had the cancer. His body ached and his limbs felt as if the had been stamped on all night, he head felt unnecessary close to failing, his chest was enclosing and his pillow was scattered with hair. why was it getting so bad, so early. Usually these symptoms didn't occur for weeks,even years but then, Harry realised. Mr.Weasley was so far into the cancer he was about to die, but due to the spell the cancer denounced back a while onto the past. But due to this 'time travelling' the cancer got worse. Harry was further from death but in more pain than your average case of cancer. He decided, eventually, to get up and make beakfast, it was the least he could do. This family and, even if it was pretend and fake, had taken him in and cared for him. He heaved himself out of bed, body strongly against the movement and quietly made his way down the stairs. Legs weaker by the step he made his way to the pots and pans and started making pancakes. They were always the Dursley's favourite, and was the one thing they couldn't find anything to criticise about, apart from if it was slightly over done. He had a difficult time finding everything, kicking himself for not knowing his way around the kitchen. Rule number 34 was, always know your way round the kitchen. Every now and again Harry would sit down clutching his heart, weakening at each short, ragged breath he took. There was one time, at approximately 6am he was about to go to the loo and his legs gave out, he fell, sounding down a wall, chest constricting, heart pounding rapidly, head swimming dangerously. How on earth was he supposed to keep this a secret at Hogwarts? Apparently, the first day was the worst, the mornings were also pretty bad, according to Madam Pomfery. After a while, pressing his hand to his heart he, while shaking like a leaf from head to toe, arose to his feet. He went to the toilet looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked at what he seen. Dark circles around his eyes, lips slightly blue, eyelids conjoining with their opposite ends as the seconds tic by and he was as pale as the goul in the Weasleys attic, which, running enough just started clanking the drains again. Yay Harry thought bitterly. How was he supposed to look like.. this and convince people he was fine. Looking like he was on his death bead wasn't a very purswssive factor in trying to act fine. Make-up instantly came to his mind. When he was younger, when the occasional bruise splattered on his face, aunt petunia would put some make up on it and, of course, reminded him of how much effort and what big a burden he was and he was just, simply not worth it. He searched the drawers, wondering if wizards and witches used makeup, couldn't they just use a concealment charm to hide the blemish or pimple? He came across a bottle with a tanned sort of liquid in it, what on earth could this be?, Harry thought. It looked something like what petunia had put on his face. "Oh eff it" Harry said towards the mirror, thanking the heavens it wasn't a mirror like the one in Hogwarts, who constantly criticised him. He put a bit on his face then roughly rubbed it in.It was slightly darker than his skin though. But for him, it would do perfectly.He walked back and started preparing breakfast again. At the time of 6:30, it was time to get the pancakes ready. He splattered the pan with oil, which he had an extremely difficult time finding. It was as though they used an unsticking charm on it. Of-course they did, Harry said mentally slapping himself, they were of course magical. His headaches were leading and less intense throughout the morning which Harry was happy with. The Raven-haired boy was laying the table with all sorts of toppings from chocolate spread to berries of all sorts when the fist awakener climbed down the stairs. Mrs.Weasley rubbed her eyes and yawned, then she saw Harry and the pancakes, rubbed her eyes again and squinted at Harry. "Oh Harry! Did you-" "I hope you like it," a nervous Harry spoke. "It's a bit sloppy but im sure-" next thing he knew he was engulfed in her arms, limbs wobbling madly. He had realised, as the morning went on, it got slightly better. The was a time, only a bit after he woke up, he had to clean hair off the ground. But abs he looked in the mirror it seemed as if nothing had happened. It reminded him of when his aunt had cut his hair and it grew back magically, oh a beating like never before came after that, Harry shuddered, but he wouldn't think about that. Not now. "Harry well I never! You charmer! You did all of this! Yourself?!" "Well i thought maybe you like it or something-" "Are you joking!" She cut off "This is brilliant, never in my days have I seen such a great feed! Honestly what time did you get up!" Harry lied, he had to, he hated doing it, but it waited just worry her. "6:30" "you- you made- all this. in half an hour!" She half yelled. "Well I guess!" "Harry you didn't have to do this- this is brilliant." Harry blushed, and Mrs Weasley hugged the black haired boy again. "Your a real mirival Harry, now go, wake everyone else up." Harry was suprised to find Ron, on the landing "I smelt pancakes," he flushed. Harry couldn't contain his laugh, typical Ron. "There in the kitchen, greedy gorb." Harry teased "skinny wanker" Ron shouted, already in the kitchen. "RONALD," the noise still made Harry jump, but not as much so as he used to. "Sorry mum," and Harry could feel the smirk on Ron's face. Harry woke everyone up carefully, not to annoy anyone, they all moaned and grumbled, as Harry apologised,then when Harry mentioned pancakes each sprinted to the kitchen as if a dragon was chasing them. Harry was especially careful with Mr.Weasley but it seemed he was completely fine and well rested. "Good morning Harry, what owns me the pleasure." Harry blushed, why were these people so nice to a freak like him, "Good morning, I just wanted to tell you there was pancakes downstairs if you wanted to come." "Well that sounds brilliant!" Said mr.Weasley climbing out of bed, putting on his dressing gown. He vlapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, which Harry was quiet proud to say he didn't even nearly flinch. They walked downstairs, Arthur's hand round Harry's shoulder. They made their way downstairs, which used all of Harry's will power not to just jump over the banister, and strode into the kitchen. Everyone looked up at them deciding it was worth giving a second from their great feed, to see their healthy father striding in with a smiling Harry looking up at him. "How are you Arthur?" Molly asked, the irrational fear of the cancer coming back was twinkling in her eyes. "As good as new!" He said smiling down at Harry. "But Molly wow- what a feed! I've never seen anything like it!" "Oh- oh yeah thanks mum," spluttered Ron "bril.li.ant!" Chocked fred "fab.u.lous!" Said George, food flying out of his mouth. "Yes, thanks so much mum," said Ginny, who looked like a queen compared to the others. "Like nothing before," said Charlie. "Never had anything like it mum." Said Bill. "Would you all  stop complimenting me, Harry made it!!" A moment of silence "He- WHAT?!?!" Exclaimed Ron. "I'm sorry what," spluttered Bill! "How has someone" started one redhead twin "be so brilliant at cooking," finished the other. Harrys cheeks were a red as a tomato that had been dipped in red sauce. "Harry," started Ginny "teach me, sweetheart. How. To. Make. This. Happiness!" She gurgled out, Harry laughed to cover up his train of thought that was, how did Ginny look so beautiful  while chewing? Charlie  just stared at him in awe, and Arthur got up and patted Harry on the back, nearly making him topple over. "Son," he exclaimed, Harry always had a warm feeling emir from his heart when the balding man call him son, "this is absolutely fabulous! It may have just bypassed Molly's pancakes!" He added the last but tentatively, afraid of his wife's wrath. Molly didn't seem bothered at all, staring fondly at Harry, how was she so blessed to have such a child in her life, it made her sick to her stomach that a cruel disgusting person could ever hurt this messy haired child, full of new surprises and wonders, gentleness and love. She then looked up, appreciating her brilliant children giving Harry his well deserved praise. Harry, quite starving, sat down to his breakfast, still slightly scared of it being taken away, but knowing rightly, the Weasleys would never. He'd grown to realise, what happened at the Dursley's wasn't normal, though there was still work to do, he still felt he deserved it, but he believes now it wasn't just knocking him around, it was full blown abuse and he is coming round to the fact the Weasley parents would never take it as far but the fear of doing something wrong it doing something 'too right' lingered in his mind annoyingly. Closing his mind to these thoughts , something he had made himself learn over the summer, he looked up, happily engaging in the banter throwing around. He had major sore head and painful bones during this which he did ignore, he just got used to it. Sometimes it was to painful to ignore and he excused himself and went to the bathroom room.
First one done was Molly who had went upstairs to 'get something'
If you had seen the the table post the food fight that had commenced when Ron had squirted maple syrup at Fred for stealing his last pancake, triggering an astronomical food fight and after it, you would think it's a different table. Molly came down the stairs, happily looking at the wooden box, encrusted with the weasley crest on it. Then she looked up. Molly screamed. The firm mother  had ranted and ranted and ranted, while they all sniggered at her. Harry had felt bad, but was in such a good mood he couldn't help but snigger along, Once the rant was over, Harry got up, head throbbing from the shouts of molly weasley, and started to clear up. "Nuh uh Harry, that's not you job." A voice firmly spoke. "These six can clear it up."  "oh but mummmmm" "no i don't want a word out of you!" And she and Arthur left, the man smirking and the rest of them, he may or may not have played a part in this food war. Everyone had glum faces on apart from the bright, cherry Fred and George. "What are you two so happy about?" grumbled Ron. Ginny and Harry nodded in agreement, Harry already washing  the dishes.  
"Harrikins, get way from there," Harry looked over his shoulder, confused. "I think all you kiddies are forgetting we are now of age!" "YES!" Ron's fist collided with the ceiling he punched it up so hard. "Ow" he muttered as the others sniggered. With a few flishes of two wands and a couple of non-chantable chanting, the kitchen was as spick as span. "Oh you've got to tech me that spell," said Bill  "wow you owe us one." The twins spoke simultaneously. "Wow," Harry said " I love magic" everyone nodded agreeing with him and went to the living room. "Are you already done?!" Mrs.Weasley asked astonished. "As good as new," Ron said, laying on the sofa as if he'd done hours of labour. "Hmmmm" Mrs Weasley hummed, suspicious. "Hey mum," "what's with the fancy box?" "Oh this, well everyone,  it's time!" Mrs.Weasley spoke excitedly eyeing every blood weasley in the room, who each sat up immediately. "Yes, ive been waiting in this for ages!" Exclaimed ron. "Took you long enough," "mother dearest" said the two red heads no one could ever tell apart, excitement dropping from their voices. "OMG yessss" squealed Ginny. "Brilliant!" Said Bill and Charlie at the same time, "oh god, we are turning into them two!" They said, fake fear featured in their faces while pointing at the twins.  Arthur beamed at Molly and Harry enthusiastic about the idea. "Wait what is going on?" said an extremely confused Harry. Sacred he was about to be kicked out. "Harry come here." said Molly softly. "Um..ok?" Harry sat down beside her as the rest vaved in between them. "Harry you know we value you as part of the family,"  Harry hesitated then nodded, nerves in fire. "But we haven't made a big, announcement to show how serious we are about it." Hearty was growing more confused and nervous by the milli second. Molly handed a box, indicating him to open it. The black haired boy took it, examined it and it's fine details and hesitantly opened it, inside he found a clock hand, flipping it over, he saw his face in it. He looked at it for a moment, then realised what it was. In a total state of shock he dropped it and immediately scrambled to pick it up again. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed, "ooh my God, Oh My God! Oh My God!!" All the weasleys minus one, the percy prat, and joy taking over their whole face, but slightly scared of what Harry was going to do next. Harry had never felt so- so- ecstatic in his life, tears rolled down his checks unknowingly to him or he would have wiped them away. He looked up at Mrs weasleys tearly face, "You didn't have-" "oh but we did Harry, we did." Harry could have exploded with the joy and contentment that fulled him at that moment. He was engulfed by eight other people. When the removed Harry from the hug due to lack of oxygen, they all got up, Harry leading the way, to the clock. He pressed the clock had in and with a click, it was in! Cheers erupted round the house. And Ron tackled Harry to the ground with his hug shouting "ITS OFFICIAL!!!"Harry forgot about everything at that moment, the cancer, the abuse, Voldemort and everything was just brilliant. That night, to Harry's misfortune, there was another party, because this was "a historical and memorable moment for the Weasleys," according to Fred and George. Harry did have problems with his sickness, but not as much as the night before. He enjoyed himself to no end and was the happiest he'd ever been in his life.
Life was good.

hello everyone! how are you all? long time no see 😖 sorry but online school started this week and when i say i have been bombarded with work I mean BOMBARDED!! has everyone else started online school? hope you are all ok! I felt so bad about not writing so i finished this at 2am 🤩😩 i have started a new book (don't worry, still continuing this!) but it's what i feel would happen if Harry had no cancer but another twist was sewed into the story line😏 if you would check it out id be most gratefu🥰