Chapter Three: Panic at the Burrow
Harry now came to realize his surroundings. He was at the Burrow! But where was Ron? Where was his family? What was he doing, wand glowing, pointed at You-know-who? This was all very strange.
Suddenly, there was a great crash in Harry's mind. He felt himself shake, and then. He awoke. He saw the ceiling. It was a familiar ceiling, one that he rarely ever looked at. It was the Burrow, again.
"Harry," came the calm, gently voice of Mrs. Weasly.
"You all right?" said Ron, cutting the moment of silence.
Harry felt extremely out of place.
"Yeah. I'm all right. Wu - wu - happened? Harry said, slurring his words out of confusion. He felt as if he had been hit over the head.
"You used the Floo Powder, and landed here. Unconscious. I wanted to test some of my joke stuff on you, but Mum wouldn't let us!" said George, jokingly.
Harry got to his feet and locked around. He was at the Burrow, a friendly and familiar place for him, a place of refuge.
"Sit down, Harry, sit down. Tell us what happened," Mrs. Weasly said, eager to hear what had happened.
"What happened with what?" Harry asked, puzzled completely.
"Oh, dear. Someone's used a memory charm on him. We'll have to wait for Arthur to get home. He knows the counter curse."
The strange clock the Weaslys had showed Mr. Weasly's location as "work."
"C'mon upstairs, Harry. You look exhausted." Ron said, with obvious concern. Harry followed Ron to the stairs. They became to climb.
"Heck of a dream, huh, Harry?"
"What?" Harry said, still in confusion about the past's events. He remembered waking up from sleep at the Dursley's, then waking up at the Weasly's. What had happened in between? These thoughts plagued Harry while they climbed the stairs to Ron's room.
"Oh, yeah. You say you can't remember. C'mon Harry, you can tell me. We're friends. What happened? What's the whole story?" Ron pleaded.
"I told you I don't remember!" Harry said, in near fury. He greatly disliked being contradicted.
"Oh, alright." Ron said, a mix of disappointment and mischief in his voice.
Finally they reached Ron's room. Harry was not at all surprised at what he found: A HUGE poster of Viktor Krum, Pigwidgeon flying and hooting madly around the room, and that certain touch of disorganization that was his memory of Ron's room.
"Have you written to Sirius yet?" Ron asked, excited that he might have thought of something Harry hadn't.
"About what?" Harry said, frustrated about his lack of knowledge.
"Oh come off it! You know damn well what happened and I want to know!" Ron said, indignantly.
"I told you, I HAVE NO IDEA!"
This argument carried on for a good while. It was interrupted as Mr. Weasley arrived. Both of them dropped their argument and leapt down the stairs.
"Oh, Arthur, thank goodness you're here!" Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley as he entered.
"Why? What's happened?" Said Mr. Weasley, with calm concern.
"Well, Harry sent me a letter by Owl saying that the Dursley's were murdered by You-know-who and that he was scared that the police -" Ron began shouting, but he was interrupted by Harry's mad confusion in words
"The Dursley's? Murdered? Why the HELL didn't you tell me? Ron! What's- -- What's going on here?" Harry shouted, panic stricken and extremely confused.
"Look what you did, Ron!" said George, blaringly.
"What's all this?" Mr. Weasley said, now beginning to panic. Harry fell to the couch, nearly hyperventilated. Harry heard Mr. Weasley say "It's okay, Molly, let him be. It will make things easier," and then blacked out once again.
Ron couldn't take seeing his best friend like this, so he announced "I'm going up to my room." And with that, he walked off, his parents, Fred, and George not paying any attention to what Ron had said. The two missing siblings, Percy and Ginny, were missing for different reasons. Percy was at the Ministry, boiling over the high rise of illegal magical objects being smuggled into the country. Ginny was in her room. She refused to come out for reasons unstated, but they all knew she had a crush on Harry. They figured she was too upset to see Harry this way, as Ron was. But this was not the current matter.
Mr. Weasley was trying hard to remember the memory modification counter-curse. He was scratching his chin and sighing dramatically. Harry still laid there, unconscious, with Fred, George, and Mrs. Weasley looking at him with worried looks.
Finally, after great deliberation, Mr. Weasley raised his wand and said "Finite Incantum!" Harry twitched madly for a moment, as if throwing a fit, and then relaxed.
Mr. Weasely waited a moment, then said, with great emphasis, "ENERVATE!"
Instantly, Harry sprang to life, as if he had been shocked with a thousand volts of electricity.
"Wu - wu - THE BURROW! I've got to get to the burrow!" Harry shouted. "Where's - " But he stopped mid sentence because he realized where he was.
"Harry, you're alive!" Fred said, with relief.
"Of course he is. Don't be such a prat." said George, trying hard to show his own relief.
"I - I made it!" Harry said, amazed.
"Calm down, Harry, calm down. Now, tell us what happened before you stepped into the flame," said Mr. Weasley.
"Well, let me see.Oh yeah. I woke up from this wonderful - " Harry Began
"What was it about?" Mr. Weasley asked, as if this was a vitally important piece of evidence to unravel this mystery.
"Er. I don't remember." Harry lied. He didn't wasn't about to confess his fantasy to his best friends father. "But, anyway, I woke up from this wonderful dream with my scar hurting, worse that it usually hurts when You- know-who was supposedly around. I got up to find the house absent of the usual sounds. I went into Dudley's room, and he wasn't there. I went to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room. They weren't there either. I went down stairs, and there they were. On the floor - " Tears swelled up in Harry's eyes, he powerless to stop them. He wiped his face, drew his breath and said with a blank, teary look on his face, "dead." Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in shock at this point.
"Oh, Molly. This is terrible." Mr. Weasley said, in a low, worried voice.
"What are we going to do, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Notify Professor Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, and -" He spoke slowly, and then paused. Then even slower, he said, "Sirius Black."
Harry now came to realize his surroundings. He was at the Burrow! But where was Ron? Where was his family? What was he doing, wand glowing, pointed at You-know-who? This was all very strange.
Suddenly, there was a great crash in Harry's mind. He felt himself shake, and then. He awoke. He saw the ceiling. It was a familiar ceiling, one that he rarely ever looked at. It was the Burrow, again.
"Harry," came the calm, gently voice of Mrs. Weasly.
"You all right?" said Ron, cutting the moment of silence.
Harry felt extremely out of place.
"Yeah. I'm all right. Wu - wu - happened? Harry said, slurring his words out of confusion. He felt as if he had been hit over the head.
"You used the Floo Powder, and landed here. Unconscious. I wanted to test some of my joke stuff on you, but Mum wouldn't let us!" said George, jokingly.
Harry got to his feet and locked around. He was at the Burrow, a friendly and familiar place for him, a place of refuge.
"Sit down, Harry, sit down. Tell us what happened," Mrs. Weasly said, eager to hear what had happened.
"What happened with what?" Harry asked, puzzled completely.
"Oh, dear. Someone's used a memory charm on him. We'll have to wait for Arthur to get home. He knows the counter curse."
The strange clock the Weaslys had showed Mr. Weasly's location as "work."
"C'mon upstairs, Harry. You look exhausted." Ron said, with obvious concern. Harry followed Ron to the stairs. They became to climb.
"Heck of a dream, huh, Harry?"
"What?" Harry said, still in confusion about the past's events. He remembered waking up from sleep at the Dursley's, then waking up at the Weasly's. What had happened in between? These thoughts plagued Harry while they climbed the stairs to Ron's room.
"Oh, yeah. You say you can't remember. C'mon Harry, you can tell me. We're friends. What happened? What's the whole story?" Ron pleaded.
"I told you I don't remember!" Harry said, in near fury. He greatly disliked being contradicted.
"Oh, alright." Ron said, a mix of disappointment and mischief in his voice.
Finally they reached Ron's room. Harry was not at all surprised at what he found: A HUGE poster of Viktor Krum, Pigwidgeon flying and hooting madly around the room, and that certain touch of disorganization that was his memory of Ron's room.
"Have you written to Sirius yet?" Ron asked, excited that he might have thought of something Harry hadn't.
"About what?" Harry said, frustrated about his lack of knowledge.
"Oh come off it! You know damn well what happened and I want to know!" Ron said, indignantly.
"I told you, I HAVE NO IDEA!"
This argument carried on for a good while. It was interrupted as Mr. Weasley arrived. Both of them dropped their argument and leapt down the stairs.
"Oh, Arthur, thank goodness you're here!" Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley as he entered.
"Why? What's happened?" Said Mr. Weasley, with calm concern.
"Well, Harry sent me a letter by Owl saying that the Dursley's were murdered by You-know-who and that he was scared that the police -" Ron began shouting, but he was interrupted by Harry's mad confusion in words
"The Dursley's? Murdered? Why the HELL didn't you tell me? Ron! What's- -- What's going on here?" Harry shouted, panic stricken and extremely confused.
"Look what you did, Ron!" said George, blaringly.
"What's all this?" Mr. Weasley said, now beginning to panic. Harry fell to the couch, nearly hyperventilated. Harry heard Mr. Weasley say "It's okay, Molly, let him be. It will make things easier," and then blacked out once again.
Ron couldn't take seeing his best friend like this, so he announced "I'm going up to my room." And with that, he walked off, his parents, Fred, and George not paying any attention to what Ron had said. The two missing siblings, Percy and Ginny, were missing for different reasons. Percy was at the Ministry, boiling over the high rise of illegal magical objects being smuggled into the country. Ginny was in her room. She refused to come out for reasons unstated, but they all knew she had a crush on Harry. They figured she was too upset to see Harry this way, as Ron was. But this was not the current matter.
Mr. Weasley was trying hard to remember the memory modification counter-curse. He was scratching his chin and sighing dramatically. Harry still laid there, unconscious, with Fred, George, and Mrs. Weasley looking at him with worried looks.
Finally, after great deliberation, Mr. Weasley raised his wand and said "Finite Incantum!" Harry twitched madly for a moment, as if throwing a fit, and then relaxed.
Mr. Weasely waited a moment, then said, with great emphasis, "ENERVATE!"
Instantly, Harry sprang to life, as if he had been shocked with a thousand volts of electricity.
"Wu - wu - THE BURROW! I've got to get to the burrow!" Harry shouted. "Where's - " But he stopped mid sentence because he realized where he was.
"Harry, you're alive!" Fred said, with relief.
"Of course he is. Don't be such a prat." said George, trying hard to show his own relief.
"I - I made it!" Harry said, amazed.
"Calm down, Harry, calm down. Now, tell us what happened before you stepped into the flame," said Mr. Weasley.
"Well, let me see.Oh yeah. I woke up from this wonderful - " Harry Began
"What was it about?" Mr. Weasley asked, as if this was a vitally important piece of evidence to unravel this mystery.
"Er. I don't remember." Harry lied. He didn't wasn't about to confess his fantasy to his best friends father. "But, anyway, I woke up from this wonderful dream with my scar hurting, worse that it usually hurts when You- know-who was supposedly around. I got up to find the house absent of the usual sounds. I went into Dudley's room, and he wasn't there. I went to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room. They weren't there either. I went down stairs, and there they were. On the floor - " Tears swelled up in Harry's eyes, he powerless to stop them. He wiped his face, drew his breath and said with a blank, teary look on his face, "dead." Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in shock at this point.
"Oh, Molly. This is terrible." Mr. Weasley said, in a low, worried voice.
"What are we going to do, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Notify Professor Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, and -" He spoke slowly, and then paused. Then even slower, he said, "Sirius Black."
