Chapter Ten:
Ginny Potter was on a mission. Her hair was whipping out behind her, like a sheet of fire, and her eyes were glowing with anger. She was on her way back to the Burrow, to speak with her mother about something close to her heart.
She gripped and re-gripped her wand three or four times.
"Gin, act rationally –" Harry began, trying to calm her down a little. James was settled in Harry's arms as Ginny made her way, in a speedy walk, across a field towards her childhood home. Harry knew she was angry, and she was scary when she was angry. But this anger was going to be nothing compared to Molly's anger.
"Harry Potter don't you dare tell me what to do right now." she shot at him, angrily, over her shoulder as she reached the front door. She didn't even knock, she just stormed through the door.
Ron's arrow on the clock was pointing at "Mortal Peril."
"Mum!" Ginny said, called, angrily. Harry was close behind her. "Mum! Can you come here? I need to talk to you!"
Harry was disappointed. Usually Molly had something delicious on the table for him to munch on when he came to visit, but this was no ordinary visit. His wife was in a fury, and his mother in law was sure to be too. So he, like the smart man he was, went and hid in Arthur's tool shed, where he found Arthur doctoring up an electric circuit. His hair was standing on end, after having been shocked several times.
Mrs. Weasley came down the stairs. Her face was flushed and angry. Ginny went to her mother, and grabbed her hand.
"Is this about –?"
"Yes. Did you see –?"
"What are we going to do about it?" Ginny asked. Molly didn't hesitate to clutch her daughter's hand tighter, and spin on the spot.
They landed in Ron's flat not even a second later, and they didn't even bother to take off their shoes. The flat was clean, though.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at the top of her lungs. So loudly, in fact, that Ginny made a move to cover her ears.
Ron staggered out of his room a few moments later, to see what all of the commotion was about, and then a look of sheer terror crossed his face. He let out a quiet scream, and ran back into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, and then they moved through the apartment quietly, but quickly.
"No, Mr. Weasley." Harry said, shaking his head and putting James down on a surface that seemed stable enough for an infant. The thing about Mr. Weasley, was that you never knew when something was going to fly away, or spontaneously combust.
"What did I do wrong?" Mr. Weasley said, looking at Harry. He had confusion written on his face.
"You can't connect the red and blue wires." Harry said, shaking his head again. "You have to connect the blue wire to the blue wire and the red wire to the red wire."
"Ah." Mr. Weasley said, understanding. "Thank you Harry. This eclectic humdinger had me genuinely puzzled."
"I could see that." Harry said, smiling. "If I hadn't been raised by Muggles, and known all of that stuff, I'm sure you would have been in St. Mungo's a fair few times."
Mr. Weasley laughed, and connected the wires, and Ginny came through the door to the shed.
"Is Ron at least alive?" Harry asked her, hopefully.
"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies." She said with a smile.