Harry pov.
When we got to the house WE went straight to the kitchen. When we were all seated in the rickety wooden chairs scattered around the old mahogany table did we really take in our surroundings. It looked like something out of an old wives tale. It was clean, orderly yet the fire was crackling and the smell of pine was in the air. Then greasy dude (we all decided to call him that in private) walked in.
"Well let's talk about rules, chores, and memories then shall we?" We all nodded.
"What do you remember?" I spoke up for the rest of us.
"Well sir we remember a flash of gold light and the names harry and Ron. And a plump, kind-looking woman with violent red hair." I said "is that all?" We nodded
"Well then we will discuss rules." He started but redpaw (the red-head boy. We came up with nicknames) interrupted. "What do ya mean rules?" "Well if you are going to be staying with me you will have to follow the rules for a normal life"" OHHHH" was the reply.
"Alright. You will need to be up by five each morning and in bed by 9:30 each night. You will be expected to finish your chores before any fun time. The ladies will take care of the housework and feeding the animals. The gentlemen will do the cooking and taking care of the animals. Anyone caught breaking any rules, whether it's skipping chores or disobeying orders You will be punished" and on that happy note we all went to bed.
