"Pup, behave. I'll be back by eight tomorrow morning to take us to the ministry." Moony tells me while giving me a hug.
"Okay. See you soon." I tell him, letting go just as opens the door.
Remus ruffles my hair then smiles at her kindly.
"I found this little scamp in the woods this morning. He's just had his birthday brunch. I'll be needing to come get him in the morning, early, to take him to for a check-up" Remus Half way lies.
I wave goodbye as he walks out to the road before disaparating. I hold my bag a bit tighter, knowing I'm in for a scolding. grabs me by my ear and pulls me inside. The whole Weasly family is at the table eating, including (who I'm sure are) Bill and Charlie. She drags me to the only open seat and forces me to sit down. glares at me , hands on her hips, lips pursed and foot tapping. I've never had a WITCH angry at me before, let alone the terror that is Molly Weasly. I shrink back a bit in my seat and look at my feet.
"Harry James Potter. WHAT on Earth were you doing!? Going off on your own?! You could have died! You could have been injured! You could have been kidnapped by- by a pedophile!" She screams at me.
"I was in the woods -"She interrupts me.
"Yes I know! Have you no brain?! A child. Alone in the woods?! I can't even fathom how you survived! I have half a mind to keep you here while the others go to the cup." She rants.
"The what?" I ask Ron in a whisper.
"The Quiddich world cup mate. I invited you. But you probably didn't get the memo since you weren't home." He whispers back.
I nod. When finally stops yelling at me, about ten minutes later, I smile at her sadly.
"I'm sorry I worried you… But m-my uncle hurt me really badly and I had to get away. I didn't think of where I was going…. He said he was going to kill me. He had a knife." I say, crying now.
gasps and hugs me instantly. She strokes my hair as I cry silently.
"Do they…. Harry are your relatives always abusive?" I hear ask.
I nod, still crying into his wife.
"Why haven't you told anyone before?!" Fred exclaims
"I-I did, I told D-Dumbledore and he told me to get over it." I sob.
A collective gasp fills the room and holds me closer.
"Harry dear, he is wrong. You should not have to 'get over it'. I won't be letting them hurt you anymore. You can stay with us always." She says.
A murmur of agreement goes through the room and my crying stops. I pull away and smile lightly, wiping away my tears.
"Thank you, I'm sorry I got so emotional." I say with a small smile.
"Nothing to be sorry for Harrikins, lets all go out and play some Quiddich to get in the spirit." George says with a grin.
"Ok" I say happily.
pulls Ron back inside as we're leaving.
"Not you young man, we need to discuss how you managed to get a TROLL In History of Magic." She tells him sternly, motioning for her elder sons (sans Percy) to go on and play.
I jog after the much taller (meaning they have longer strides so they walk faster) redheaded group. Merlin, If she was my mother and I'd gotten a troll in history of magic, I would be very afraid. We get to the area where they usually play and I smile. Maybe, just maybe, my life is about to turn around.