Dearest Harry,
I hope you are well. Ron and I have been in touch and we've been really worried about you lately. Your letters haven't been very long, and there were tear stains on them. The Weasleys are hoping to come and get you from those awful Muggles soon. Have you had to contact Professor Moody or Professor Lupin or anyone? Remember what they said, Harry, they will help you.
I have included a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans for you. I do hope they will cheer you up.
See you at the Burrow!
Hermione
So that's what they've been thinking, huh? Harry thought, opening the box of beans. He reached in and selected a blue one. It looked innocent enough.
"Tear stains... yes, very observant, Hermione," Harry said mournfully, popping the sweet into his mouth. Blueberry. Maybe his luck was turning a bit? "HARRY POTTER!" Uncle Vernon's voice carried all they way up to his room. A little dust from the ceiling gently fell like snow.
"Great," he said to himself, setting the letter and the candy on his bed.
Harry lunged downstairs, coming face-to-face with a very angry Uncle.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry questioned, looking lazy. Uncle Vernon jerked his beefy finger behind him. Harry hadn't seen at first, as Vernon's wide body hide them all very well.
"Oh, Harry, dear! There you are! We just arrived by Floo!" It was Mrs. Weasley. But she wasn't alone. Fred, George, Ginny and Ron were with her. Harry's surprise must have been evident, because the twins started chuckling.
"We'll go get your trunk again, Harry," they said, winking mischievously. Then they vanished up the stairs.
"Um... Hi! Uh... Uncle Vernon... I'm going with them. They will take me off your hands... So... so you don't have to have me around," Harry said, trying to keep his happiness subtle. Vernon didn't like Harry happy.
"OH YOU BLOODY WILL KEEP HIM, THEN!" he said, storming out of the room. Harry could hardly believe his luck!
"Come on, Harry, dear. You look hungry. I have a whole pot of nosh for supper when we get home," Mrs. Weasley said kindly, stretches her hand out to help Harry over. The twins had returned with Harry's stuff.
"We got the letter," said Fred.
"And the beans," said George. They winked again, both getting into the fire. Mrs. Weasley sprinkled the infamous Floo powder for them.
"The Burrow!" they both said at the same time. And away they went. "Come on, Harry. You next!" said Mrs. Weasley, offering him the Floo pot.
"Er... Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," he said, smiling and taking a handful. Ron got in with him, and the laughed together. Harry dropped the Floo powder, and at the same time, they both cried, "The Burrow!"
I hope you are well. Ron and I have been in touch and we've been really worried about you lately. Your letters haven't been very long, and there were tear stains on them. The Weasleys are hoping to come and get you from those awful Muggles soon. Have you had to contact Professor Moody or Professor Lupin or anyone? Remember what they said, Harry, they will help you.
I have included a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans for you. I do hope they will cheer you up.
See you at the Burrow!
Hermione
So that's what they've been thinking, huh? Harry thought, opening the box of beans. He reached in and selected a blue one. It looked innocent enough.
"Tear stains... yes, very observant, Hermione," Harry said mournfully, popping the sweet into his mouth. Blueberry. Maybe his luck was turning a bit? "HARRY POTTER!" Uncle Vernon's voice carried all they way up to his room. A little dust from the ceiling gently fell like snow.
"Great," he said to himself, setting the letter and the candy on his bed.
Harry lunged downstairs, coming face-to-face with a very angry Uncle.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry questioned, looking lazy. Uncle Vernon jerked his beefy finger behind him. Harry hadn't seen at first, as Vernon's wide body hide them all very well.
"Oh, Harry, dear! There you are! We just arrived by Floo!" It was Mrs. Weasley. But she wasn't alone. Fred, George, Ginny and Ron were with her. Harry's surprise must have been evident, because the twins started chuckling.
"We'll go get your trunk again, Harry," they said, winking mischievously. Then they vanished up the stairs.
"Um... Hi! Uh... Uncle Vernon... I'm going with them. They will take me off your hands... So... so you don't have to have me around," Harry said, trying to keep his happiness subtle. Vernon didn't like Harry happy.
"OH YOU BLOODY WILL KEEP HIM, THEN!" he said, storming out of the room. Harry could hardly believe his luck!
"Come on, Harry, dear. You look hungry. I have a whole pot of nosh for supper when we get home," Mrs. Weasley said kindly, stretches her hand out to help Harry over. The twins had returned with Harry's stuff.
"We got the letter," said Fred.
"And the beans," said George. They winked again, both getting into the fire. Mrs. Weasley sprinkled the infamous Floo powder for them.
"The Burrow!" they both said at the same time. And away they went. "Come on, Harry. You next!" said Mrs. Weasley, offering him the Floo pot.
"Er... Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," he said, smiling and taking a handful. Ron got in with him, and the laughed together. Harry dropped the Floo powder, and at the same time, they both cried, "The Burrow!"