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The Slythendor door opens and Harry and Ginny burst through, looking cheerful and relaxed. Their bags are dropped on the floor (more bags than they took away from the looks of things.)

"I guess I'll let people know were back." Harry says, and sends Hedwig out to first Lily, then James with the same brief message.

Back at Hogwarts, see you soon. Harry and Ginny.

While Harry's out, Ginny changes into a new nightdress bought on the trip, and pushes the bags away so she can unpack them after some rest.

Then when Harry returns from sending Hedwig, he collapses onto a couch, leans back and closes his eyes cheerfully. Ginny curls up on the couch with him, snuggling close, and falls asleep.

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[dungbombsrule.livejournal.com]

Ron tumbled out of bed at the noise and grabbed his wand, crawling to the door. He then burst out, pointing his weapon at the intruders. "Oi!"

...

"Oi, Harry! Ginny!" Wand immediately being hid in his pockets, he moved to give Harry, then Ginny a bear hug. The fact they were sitting down made it a bit difficult.

"How the hell have you two been? Harry, look at you! Did you take a sidetrip into the sun itself?"

Return owl, heavily warded, charmed to turn into sand if opened by anyone but Harry or Ginny

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

Harry and Ginny ~

Glad that you're back, loves. Too tired for a welcoming committee?

~ Mum

Owl to Harry, warded to give a terrible sunburn to unintended readers (except for Ginny, of course)

[toujours-sirius.livejournal.com]

Harry,

Your dad told me you're back. How was your vacation? I hope the island didn't disappoint and that the trip (you went by broom, right?) wasn't too rough on the arse. I'd love to hear all about it.

Sirius

charmed to sing the message only to Harry, and to piddle on anyone else

[going-stag.livejournal.com]

S'Happy Holiday Returns,

Hope you had a brilliant time. Took a bit of a vacation with your godfather. We went wicked up in the woods and frightened all the fairies. We also got absolutely nothing for anybody. Hopefully you're much nicer than I am, and will at least have brought back sand or something.

Your mum's spread it about you've a birthday coming up. Guess seeing I missed your 17th, I should give you the man to man talk for this one, yeah? Make plans, check your schedule, send me a date and a time. We'll go out get sloshed. Just you and me. You still owe me for cutting out on your first meeting. Afraid you'd be pants flying against your Da? C'mon now, mate. Potters are better than that. Show some courage.

You owled your mum, right? She's a girl, all weepy about stuff like this. She'll want to hug you and squeeze you and feed you or something. So if you haven't, do it now. And I'll see you when Sirius drags me off to check you're actually alive and in once piece.

-Cheers, James.

[going-stag.livejournal.com]

One of the good things about having a best mate from Slytherin, now matter how weird that thought was, was knowing and keeping abreast of the Slytherin password.

James arrived with butterbeer, and only butterbeer in his hands. In his backpocket was a flask of firewhiskey.

He kicked and knocked at the door to the suite. "Oi. Someone let a Da in already. Respect your elders and all that."