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Anywho, people, I realize that chapters two and three are the same thing, I didn't mean to do that and I'm too lazy to take the time to figure out how to get rid of it. Just so you all know. Thanks for all the reviews, I just love them all.
The Weasleys were all gathered in the living room, waiting anxiously for the return of Mr. Weasley and Harry. Joining them in the room were Professor Dumbledore and Hermione Granger, who had both received owls and wanted to find out for themselves how Harry was holding up. Professor Dumbledore also was there to ensure Harry's safety, now that he was away from the Dursley's home and the protection it provided. They looked like a bunch of caged animals about to explode by the looks on their faces. It seemed to be taking Mr. Weasley longer than they had expected, and they were starting to get worried.
Right as Ron was about to voice his opinion on the whole subject, there was a loud pop as Mr. Weasley appeared in the living room, carrying Harry in his arms. Ron jumped up and reached the two first and exclaimed loudly when he saw Harry's battered form.
"Bloody hell!" The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Sorry, mum." He said as Molly Weasley had just shot her son a glare. But soon her anger was all but forgotten when she herself got a look at Harry's face.
"Bloody hell indeed!" she gasped out at the sight that was before her. Harry looked as if he had been gone for a month, not just two days. "Oh, Harry, we had no idea."
All eyes were on Harry, and most of them were filled with either anger or sadness. Not at Harry, but at the ones who had inflicted this kind of pain on someone so innocent. Not that Harry was all that innocent, he had gotten into his fare share of trouble, but he was still just a kid. The boy in Mr. Weasley's arms was beginning to feel extremely embarrassed and ashamed at being seen in this kind of state by his friends and teachers, plus the fact that he hadn't been able to fight off his uncle. He was a wizard for Pete's sake and he couldn't even use magic on them. But for a good reason, he could have been expelled, and there was no way in hell he wasn't going back to school. Harry began to draw into himself, as all the eyes seemed to keep staring at him, and the silence was deafening, at least it was to him.
Harry flinched visibly whenever Molly tried to smooth back some of his hair that had seemed to find its way into his eyes.
"Don't touch me!" He hissed at her, in a moment of anger. Molly jumped back in surprise. The others in the room were also very surprised and concerned by Harry's outburst. Harry immediately buried his head in Arthur Weasley's chest. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her.
"Harry," she whispered "I would never hurt you." She had never been more ticked off at anyone in her life. The next time she saw the Dursley's she had every intention of turning them into the lowest, most degrading life form she could think up.
At Molly's words, Harry burst into tears. "I'm sorry." He gasped out between sobs. Harry couldn't believe he was crying, and in front of all of his friends, no less. He had to get control of his feelings. He quickly wiped away the tears and tried to put on a stoic face.
Everyone in the room was utterly baffled by Harry's mood swings. One moment he was seemingly fine, the next he was angry, and after that he was crying. Then he showed absolutely no emotion at all. There was no doubt about it, the Dursley's were going down.
Mr. Weasley could feel that Harry was uncomfortable, as he kept shifting his position every five seconds, so he carefully walked over to the couch and laid him down on it. Harry immediately turned over, his back facing all those in the room. Molly covered him with a blanket that had been draped over the couch.
"Maybe we should give him a little time. He should really rest." The others agreed to this and Molly quickly ushered them out of the room. "Harry," she whispered quietly in his ear, trying not to startle him, "we'll be in the kitchen if you need us, dear." At that she quickly patted him on the back, which caused another flinch. She sighed sadly and walked from the room.