Harry arrived at the Burrow on the 30th of July.
He came through the garden gate with his trunk and Hedwig and the specific quality of someone who had spent a fortnight in deliberate minimal engagement and was ready to be somewhere different. He looked at the Burrow with the expression he always had at the Burrow — the one that wasn't quite coming home, because home was complicated for Harry, but was its nearest available equivalent.
Ginny was in the garden and saw him first.
Ron was at the kitchen table with the advanced Arithmancy text when he heard his mother go out the back door with the quality of someone who had been listening for the gate since the first of July. He heard the warmth in her voice when she called Harry's name, and heard Harry's voice responding with something that had real feeling in it, and looked up from the page.
Ginny came in through the kitchen door. She had the expression she'd been cultivating since sometime in the spring — studiedly neutral about Harry Potter, in a way that was neither entirely successful nor particularly intended to be.
Ron looked at her.
She looked back with the expression of someone who was not going to acknowledge the look.
'He's here,' she said.
'Yes,' he said.
She went upstairs.
Ron closed the text and went out to help with the trunk.