Chapter 3- The Burrow

  In a flash they arrived at a very familiar place for Harry. Harry couldn’t help the tears that came out of his eyes. It had been years since he had seen this place. The family much like his own where every member complimented each other. Years since it had burnt to ashes and Harry had kept a small pot of them at his future home. It was the same as ever. The same cluttered lawn with chickens pecking all over, the house magically standing up unevenly and the same welcoming and homelike aura around it. The Burrow.

  Harry could hear the sounds of the large family moving about the house and the members shouting at some other for work. Suddenly the back door flew open and a motherly red head came out into the summer sun. Molly Weasley was the same as Harry remembered. As the headmaster and he headed down to the Burrow, she looked up in surprise as she sensed visitors come over to her.

  “Oh! Albus! She said then looking at Harry “Who's this?”

  Dumbledore welcomed Molly with a smile and said, “Dear Molly I am here for a very important job. This young man standing beside me is actually Harry Potter.” As Mrs Weasley’s mind processed what he was saying, she looked over to Harry in surprise. “What happened?” she asked.

  “Let’s just say I have no place to stay… will you be willing to help me? Professor Dumbledore thinks you are trustworthy and just the person to do so.” Said Harry before Dumbledore could reply to him.

  Molly gave a once over to the poor boy. He was incredibly thin frame was looking as if he had lived on nothing his whole life. The thin lightning shaped scar was hidden behind a fringe of bangs which confirmed his story. Molly smiled at the boy who was emitting a very mature aura not like he was 10 but as if he was 11 years older than that, which he WAS except was but how was she to know? “Yes. Why not?” she said.

  ‘Good.” said Professor Dumbledore, “Then I shall come and meet Harry tomorrow and bring everyone ekse’s letters along too.” Then with a secretive smile towards Harry and a mental ‘Good Luck’ via legilimency he headed off with a fait pop in the air.

  Harry nervously looked at Mrs Weasley was gave him a small smile. Then slipping back into her mother mode, she said “Well come on! Let’s have you meet the whole family and are you feeling hungry dear?” Harry nodded. It had been years since he had eaten his second mother’s food. “Good. Then we have some French onion soup on the stove. Would you like that?” Again another nod. Molly smiled and led Harry into the already familiar Burrow.

  As they entered the kitchen, Harry heard a crash and there he saw his best mate with a pile of china at his feet. “Mum…” he started, “Who is this?” Molly smiled at said “Ron, meet Harry Potter. Harry, this is my son Ron. I think he’s of your age…” Ron stood there wide eyed. “THE Harry Potter?” he asked. Harry gave a mental laugh at that. “Yes. I’m Harry Potter, but I prefer it if you call me Harry…” He said with a grin. Ron’s mouth flew open. Molly went about to get Harry some food while telling Ron to close his mouth of flies would go in. Ron’s ears turned red and his mouth went shut with a snap. “Sorry he muttered before moving out of the way for his mother. “Thanks Mrs Weasley!” said Harry as he was given some soup. “Oh dear call me Molly or mum.” She said fondly.

  Harry had some soup with Ron while talking about why he was there. He told him that he was now going to stay with them. He told him how much torture was there in his old home. They were given some bread rolls in the now fixed plates that Ron had dropped. Then the twins suddenly arrived into the kitchen smelling all the smells of the delicacies their mother was cooking.

  “Hello,” started Fred.

  “Who’s this?” said Grorge.

  Harry was almost crying to see their faces again. He put on a big smile and said “My name is Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you!” The twins stared at Harry’s forehead which made him laugh loudly. “Yes I have a scar” he said pulling his bangs up. The twins grinned and introduced themselves to the already knowing Harry. “Hello! My names Forge –“

  “And mine’s Gred!” Molly looked at them and said “Oh shut up!” then looking at Harry she said “It’s actually Fred and George…” Then Harry had to laugh again. “Nice to meet you Gred and Forge!” The twins were told about how Harry was now living with them. “Wicked!” was what they had said simultaneously.

  Harry was herded up to Ron’s room by the twins who pushed him up the stairs. Upon asking Harry was told that he would meet Mr Weasley later in the night. As they were climbing up the stairs, a girl poked her head out of her room and said “What’s all the racket going on! I’m busy here!”

  To Harry here chocolate brown eyes were the same as ever. His heart thumped as he came across the girl he had loved so much and had died in front of his eyes in his arms. “Ginny” was the whisper that came out of his lips.

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