~12~
Despite his attempts, he was awoken by a few feeble jinxes, not from the Weasley twins. Ginny had woke up early, because it was her turn to rid the garden of gnomes. The Weasleys had realized the best time to do this was in the morning, an hour after sunrise.
When Ginny saw Harry, she didn't recognize him, and just went berserk with her wand. After she did cursed Harry, her cheeks turned the darkest shade of crimson Harry had ever seen. Of course, it woke up the whole house.
The Weasleys didn't mind, but it left both Ginny and Harry a little shaken. They laughed about it over Mrs. Weasley's homemade eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, marmalade, honey butter, fruit-filled pastries, buttermilk pancakes, fried potatoes, and spice juice.
"Harry, dear, we weren't expecting you until later tonight. Where is Mrs. Figg?" Mrs. Weasley inquired as she used her want to butter toast and transport it to the table.
He told them all about Cole Village and the Death Eaters both there and on the Knight Bus. He included his rushed escape by fireplace. All the while, Ginny was on the edge of her chair, and Ron gaped. Harry didn't mention the dream, didn't want the Weasley twins chanting that he was off his rocker. He wasn't sure if he was off his rocker or not, all he was sure about was that the dreams stopped.
"Don't worry, Harry, if any of those Death Eaters comes near you, we'll knock bludgers through their heads, right George?" George nodded, and Fred winked at Harry. Harry gave a weak smile, but, Mrs. Weasley didn't find it amusing.
"FRED! That's NOT funny! That's just...just...HORRIBLE! Not something to joke about, AT ALL!" catching Harry's eye she added quickly, "Those terrible Death Eaters wouldn't dare come near Harry," she shrieked at him.
Harry tried to let her know that he didn't mind, but she wouldn't hear a word of it. After she cooled down, and Fred had begun playing with his food again, Mrs. Weasley insured Harry that she was sure Mrs. Figg was fine, but that she'd have Mr. Weasley look into it.
"Arthur left early this morning, earlier than Ginny woke up. The office is swamped with...err... minor problems," she tried to remain calm and collected, but she could hear a quavering hint to her voice. "I'll try to get a hold of him today, but I'm sure Arabella can take care of herself. Why don't you take Harry to settle his things into his room?" she looked at Ron, who had been unusually quiet that morning.
Fred and George stood up. "Not you two, I need to talk to you both," she smiled at Harry and made sure he was full. Walking up the rickety stairs, Ron in front of him, carrying the front handle to help Harry's trunk to his room, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley going mad at the twins.
"You boys! You are NEVER to joke about something like that in front of Harry again!! Never joke about it at ALL! There's no need to be making Harry scared!" Harry felt himself go red in the cheeks, he hadn't been scared. "But, Mum.-," But she just silenced Fred. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You don't KNOW. You don't know the impact of fear that the He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can have on a person! Especially when rumors about his return are fluttering about! You just don't understand! And I pray you'll never have to..." there was silence. Ron opened the door to his room.
Despite his attempts, he was awoken by a few feeble jinxes, not from the Weasley twins. Ginny had woke up early, because it was her turn to rid the garden of gnomes. The Weasleys had realized the best time to do this was in the morning, an hour after sunrise.
When Ginny saw Harry, she didn't recognize him, and just went berserk with her wand. After she did cursed Harry, her cheeks turned the darkest shade of crimson Harry had ever seen. Of course, it woke up the whole house.
The Weasleys didn't mind, but it left both Ginny and Harry a little shaken. They laughed about it over Mrs. Weasley's homemade eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, marmalade, honey butter, fruit-filled pastries, buttermilk pancakes, fried potatoes, and spice juice.
"Harry, dear, we weren't expecting you until later tonight. Where is Mrs. Figg?" Mrs. Weasley inquired as she used her want to butter toast and transport it to the table.
He told them all about Cole Village and the Death Eaters both there and on the Knight Bus. He included his rushed escape by fireplace. All the while, Ginny was on the edge of her chair, and Ron gaped. Harry didn't mention the dream, didn't want the Weasley twins chanting that he was off his rocker. He wasn't sure if he was off his rocker or not, all he was sure about was that the dreams stopped.
"Don't worry, Harry, if any of those Death Eaters comes near you, we'll knock bludgers through their heads, right George?" George nodded, and Fred winked at Harry. Harry gave a weak smile, but, Mrs. Weasley didn't find it amusing.
"FRED! That's NOT funny! That's just...just...HORRIBLE! Not something to joke about, AT ALL!" catching Harry's eye she added quickly, "Those terrible Death Eaters wouldn't dare come near Harry," she shrieked at him.
Harry tried to let her know that he didn't mind, but she wouldn't hear a word of it. After she cooled down, and Fred had begun playing with his food again, Mrs. Weasley insured Harry that she was sure Mrs. Figg was fine, but that she'd have Mr. Weasley look into it.
"Arthur left early this morning, earlier than Ginny woke up. The office is swamped with...err... minor problems," she tried to remain calm and collected, but she could hear a quavering hint to her voice. "I'll try to get a hold of him today, but I'm sure Arabella can take care of herself. Why don't you take Harry to settle his things into his room?" she looked at Ron, who had been unusually quiet that morning.
Fred and George stood up. "Not you two, I need to talk to you both," she smiled at Harry and made sure he was full. Walking up the rickety stairs, Ron in front of him, carrying the front handle to help Harry's trunk to his room, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley going mad at the twins.
"You boys! You are NEVER to joke about something like that in front of Harry again!! Never joke about it at ALL! There's no need to be making Harry scared!" Harry felt himself go red in the cheeks, he hadn't been scared. "But, Mum.-," But she just silenced Fred. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You don't KNOW. You don't know the impact of fear that the He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can have on a person! Especially when rumors about his return are fluttering about! You just don't understand! And I pray you'll never have to..." there was silence. Ron opened the door to his room.