Life at the Burrow was as different as possible from life in Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys' crooked house burst with the strange and unexpected. What Harry found most unusual about life at Ron's wasn't the talking mirrors, the howling Ghoul in the attic or even the gnome-filled garden: it was the fact that the house was full of love and gentleness and, most of all, that everybody there liked him.
The Floo network had taken Harry and Mr Weasley directly from the small, cream-colored mantelpiece in the Dursleys' sitting room to the huge, cavernous fireplace in the Weasleys' cramped kitchen. They stepped out from the roaring flames which had turned emerald-green, coughing. Harry didn't like this travelling system much: he always felt like he was being sucked down a giant plug hole, his whole body spinning and spinning until he felt sick.
The whole family was sitting in the kitchen's table, having breakfast –Mrs Weasley, Ginny, the twins, Bill and even Charlie, who was back from Eastern Europe. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Remembering how she used to be shy and clumsy every time he showed up some years before, she laughed heartily along with the others, her face glowing like the setting sun.
Looking at her, Harry, who was still somewhat dizzy, felt as his ribcage had suddenly been shrunk by some odd type of spell, making his heart ache in protest. And, as Mrs Weasley took him in her arms, squeezing hard, all the air in his body seemed to be sucked away. Soon, he found himself sitting around the table, wondering how he had got there, several plates pushed in front of him (sausages, pancakes, porridge, eggs, toast, marmalade and pumpkin juice), every Weasley speaking at the same time, welcoming him and bombarding him with questions, as Mrs Weasley fussed about the state of his clothes and his thin body.
"Mr Weasley," said Harry, "I discovered a new Muggle invention that will probably interest you. My cousin had it as a gift for his last birthday, it's called the Internet. It works on a special machine that is called a computer, and that is connected to other similar machines all around the world. With that, you can communicate with your friends, get informed on everything about everything, create your own page… I've only got a glimpse as Dudley never wanted me to touch it, but it seems great!"
"This is very interesting, how handy are those Muggles, indeed!" answered Mr Weasley, narrowing his eyes with excitement, before he started to ask Harry thousand of questions about this fantastic new device.
Harry felt warm, and he felt at home. As he started to eat hungrily, speaking and joking between mouthfuls, he realized that he was feeling really happy for the first time in weeks. No matter what, he decided he would take the best of it –take the best and prepare for the tougher times yet to come. On the wall, a newly bought magical clock turned its long hands until it settled on "Family (almost) reunited. Toast burning."
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