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Chapter One- Back at the Burrow
"Thanks again for letting me stay here until I find a place to stay," Harry said to Mrs. Weasley for the 5th time that day.
"Oh, it's a pleasure to have you here…" the now graying woman became preoccupied with the soup before her. "Ron!" she yelled, "When you get a chance, you run my wand down to Ollivander's? It's putting too much salt in the broth again!"
Ron slumped down the stairs, obviously tired from the morning's gardening session.
"Y'know mum," he began "Those gnomes are out to get me."
She ignored him and went on, "When are you going to call Hermy? Your wedding IS tomorrow you know."
"Hermione, mum."
"Yes, yes, I know… Your father should be home any minute now."
Mr. Weasley had just become Prime Minister of the Wizarding World two months before, and the family had enough money to move, but with most of the family out of the house, they decided to spend the rest of their days in the Burrow. Harry stood up, put his plate in the sink, and sat down in front of the fire with Ron.
"So, find anyplace to stay yet Harry?"
"No, not yet… What do you think about The Leaky Cauldron?"
"They've got some lousy rates there. My dad could fix you up somewhere, though."
"Of course."
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Sorry to be blunt about this… but do you think I know what the hell I'm getting into… with this marriage thing and all?"
"Hermy's a wonderful person Ron, you should be glad you got her."
"Do you… do you still love her Harry?"
"No."
"Truthfully?"
"No… and that's the end of it."
"Sorry… I didn't want to bring up any old wounds."
"Forget about it… " An awkward silence followed. "Want a cream?"
"Sure." Ron suddenly transformed into a very large canary... and then burst into laughter.
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Chapter One- Back at the Burrow
"Thanks again for letting me stay here until I find a place to stay," Harry said to Mrs. Weasley for the 5th time that day.
"Oh, it's a pleasure to have you here…" the now graying woman became preoccupied with the soup before her. "Ron!" she yelled, "When you get a chance, you run my wand down to Ollivander's? It's putting too much salt in the broth again!"
Ron slumped down the stairs, obviously tired from the morning's gardening session.
"Y'know mum," he began "Those gnomes are out to get me."
She ignored him and went on, "When are you going to call Hermy? Your wedding IS tomorrow you know."
"Hermione, mum."
"Yes, yes, I know… Your father should be home any minute now."
Mr. Weasley had just become Prime Minister of the Wizarding World two months before, and the family had enough money to move, but with most of the family out of the house, they decided to spend the rest of their days in the Burrow. Harry stood up, put his plate in the sink, and sat down in front of the fire with Ron.
"So, find anyplace to stay yet Harry?"
"No, not yet… What do you think about The Leaky Cauldron?"
"They've got some lousy rates there. My dad could fix you up somewhere, though."
"Of course."
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Sorry to be blunt about this… but do you think I know what the hell I'm getting into… with this marriage thing and all?"
"Hermy's a wonderful person Ron, you should be glad you got her."
"Do you… do you still love her Harry?"
"No."
"Truthfully?"
"No… and that's the end of it."
"Sorry… I didn't want to bring up any old wounds."
"Forget about it… " An awkward silence followed. "Want a cream?"
"Sure." Ron suddenly transformed into a very large canary... and then burst into laughter.