The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again
Chapter Seven: Missing out on the big day
Two days after his arrival at the Burrow, he was greeted by bells and merriment. He would usually spend his sleepless nights roaming around the area and exploring. As he came closer, he realized people were decorating for some kind of party. Big white flowers had been planted in perfect rows, massive amounts of chairs, a table draped in a large white tablecloth was covered from end to end in food, and everyone seemed to be working on something.
There were lots more people than usual. Most times, it was Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Ron, Hermione, Charlie and himself. Today however, there were about forty people running around working, the majority of which had red hair?
"Hermione? What's this all about?" he asked coming up to his former schoolmate
"Oh, didn't they tell you? It's Bill's wedding today!" Hermione exclaimed
"Ohh. He's the eldest one right? Or was that Percy? I haven't met them so I don't know." Harry replied
"He's the eldest, and would be very offended if you compared him to Percy. But I'm busy. Go ask Mrs. Weasley for a chore or two. We'll need all the help we can get."
Harry stalked off to find Mrs. Weasley. After twenty minutes of asking everyone if they had seen Mrs. Weasley, he found her by himself.
"Morning Mrs. Weasley. What am I supposed to do?" Harry said in a voice that was sickeningly cheerful.
"Everything's been done already. Why don't you just sit down somewhere and wait dear?" Mrs. Weasley suggested.
'Then why was everyone else working?' he asked himself 'But if they don't want to include me, I'll find something to do.'
Harry's first stop was Mr. Weasley's tool shed. It seemed to be overflowing with Muggle devices. There was a car that had been taken apart completely with the pieces strewn all about. The car's frame was directly in front of the doorway, making it impossible to close without moving the car. And so Harry moved it. He picked up the frame of the car, and set it down behind the shed where it was completely obscured from the wedding. He piled all of the car's parts into the barn and finally got the door shut. The hinges on the door were threatening to give way, so Harry found a screwdriver and tightened them.
Next, Harry noticed the pond. It was completely covered with algae. Thankfully, Harry noticed a pool cleaning net inside Mr. Weasley's barn. Being able to fly was very helpful with the cleaning of the pond.
Harry went around like this doing various odd jobs that nobody else would do for hours. Ten hours to be specific. Harry realized that he'd gotten so caught up in cleaning, he didn't notice the Wedding at all.
The guests were gone and the food was cleared away. Everyone was already asleep. He didn't even know who the bride was. Harry went off to find a few animals to drain. He didn't really feel like exploring tonight. Thankfully, there was a lot to clean. Maybe he could fix the leaky roof of the barn?
Harry felt out of place. But he liked to fix things. And on this run down farm there was no limit of things to fix. And so he fixed them. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
Over the next few days, Harry began to feel increasingly uncomfortable around the Weasleys. He could sense that they weren't telling him the whole truth about things. It seemed like they were only telling the good things. In fact, they never even mentioned the first ten years of his life. But he didn't remember, so he couldn't dispute it. Today, he gathered, was important. It was the day he returned to Hogwarts. The day everyone would know of his return to the wizarding world. Harry could already visualize the headline. "Boy cheats death for the second time, Wizards rejoice." Just the thought of the entire thing made him want to say "Whoop de freakin doo dah." It didn't matter if he was alive or dead. If he wasn't told anything about this "Voldemort" or his past, he wouldn't be able to save the world.
That was it. He was a hero, and everyone wanted him to save the world, and destroy all the evil. They didn't care one whit about what happened to him in the process. They were too lazy to just get off their sorry rears and do it themselves.
Harry deviated from that line of thought. Despite the fact these people were annoying him out of his mind, talking about things he didn't remember, and people he couldn't recall, they were still being nice to him. The twins had even made a game of scouring the forest for animals he could drain.
He had drifted into a routine. Clean and fix things, feed, Organize Mr. Weasley's barn, feed, Play that "Quittitch" game, feed, clean and fix things. Over and over and over again. But the farm was beginning to look better from it. The grass was mowed now that he had fixed the lawnmower, and he had raked most of the leaves and grass clippings into a pile to use as compost.
But nobody seemed to notice or care. Not that it mattered. He was just about to start fixing that hunk of junk car, when he heard someone calling his name.
"Harry!" Ginny called "Come here. We're getting ready to go to Hogwarts,"
Ginny. The only one out of the bunch she identified with. She had at least commented on his cleaning and tidying. Maybe they weren't so bad after all.
"Coming." He called
Two days after his arrival at the Burrow, he was greeted by bells and merriment. He would usually spend his sleepless nights roaming around the area and exploring. As he came closer, he realized people were decorating for some kind of party. Big white flowers had been planted in perfect rows, massive amounts of chairs, a table draped in a large white tablecloth was covered from end to end in food, and everyone seemed to be working on something.
There were lots more people than usual. Most times, it was Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Ron, Hermione, Charlie and himself. Today however, there were about forty people running around working, the majority of which had red hair?
"Hermione? What's this all about?" he asked coming up to his former schoolmate
"Oh, didn't they tell you? It's Bill's wedding today!" Hermione exclaimed
"Ohh. He's the eldest one right? Or was that Percy? I haven't met them so I don't know." Harry replied
"He's the eldest, and would be very offended if you compared him to Percy. But I'm busy. Go ask Mrs. Weasley for a chore or two. We'll need all the help we can get."
Harry stalked off to find Mrs. Weasley. After twenty minutes of asking everyone if they had seen Mrs. Weasley, he found her by himself.
"Morning Mrs. Weasley. What am I supposed to do?" Harry said in a voice that was sickeningly cheerful.
"Everything's been done already. Why don't you just sit down somewhere and wait dear?" Mrs. Weasley suggested.
'Then why was everyone else working?' he asked himself 'But if they don't want to include me, I'll find something to do.'
Harry's first stop was Mr. Weasley's tool shed. It seemed to be overflowing with Muggle devices. There was a car that had been taken apart completely with the pieces strewn all about. The car's frame was directly in front of the doorway, making it impossible to close without moving the car. And so Harry moved it. He picked up the frame of the car, and set it down behind the shed where it was completely obscured from the wedding. He piled all of the car's parts into the barn and finally got the door shut. The hinges on the door were threatening to give way, so Harry found a screwdriver and tightened them.
Next, Harry noticed the pond. It was completely covered with algae. Thankfully, Harry noticed a pool cleaning net inside Mr. Weasley's barn. Being able to fly was very helpful with the cleaning of the pond.
Harry went around like this doing various odd jobs that nobody else would do for hours. Ten hours to be specific. Harry realized that he'd gotten so caught up in cleaning, he didn't notice the Wedding at all.
The guests were gone and the food was cleared away. Everyone was already asleep. He didn't even know who the bride was. Harry went off to find a few animals to drain. He didn't really feel like exploring tonight. Thankfully, there was a lot to clean. Maybe he could fix the leaky roof of the barn?
Harry felt out of place. But he liked to fix things. And on this run down farm there was no limit of things to fix. And so he fixed them. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
Over the next few days, Harry began to feel increasingly uncomfortable around the Weasleys. He could sense that they weren't telling him the whole truth about things. It seemed like they were only telling the good things. In fact, they never even mentioned the first ten years of his life. But he didn't remember, so he couldn't dispute it. Today, he gathered, was important. It was the day he returned to Hogwarts. The day everyone would know of his return to the wizarding world. Harry could already visualize the headline. "Boy cheats death for the second time, Wizards rejoice." Just the thought of the entire thing made him want to say "Whoop de freakin doo dah." It didn't matter if he was alive or dead. If he wasn't told anything about this "Voldemort" or his past, he wouldn't be able to save the world.
That was it. He was a hero, and everyone wanted him to save the world, and destroy all the evil. They didn't care one whit about what happened to him in the process. They were too lazy to just get off their sorry rears and do it themselves.
Harry deviated from that line of thought. Despite the fact these people were annoying him out of his mind, talking about things he didn't remember, and people he couldn't recall, they were still being nice to him. The twins had even made a game of scouring the forest for animals he could drain.
He had drifted into a routine. Clean and fix things, feed, Organize Mr. Weasley's barn, feed, Play that "Quittitch" game, feed, clean and fix things. Over and over and over again. But the farm was beginning to look better from it. The grass was mowed now that he had fixed the lawnmower, and he had raked most of the leaves and grass clippings into a pile to use as compost.
But nobody seemed to notice or care. Not that it mattered. He was just about to start fixing that hunk of junk car, when he heard someone calling his name.
"Harry!" Ginny called "Come here. We're getting ready to go to Hogwarts,"
Ginny. The only one out of the bunch she identified with. She had at least commented on his cleaning and tidying. Maybe they weren't so bad after all.
"Coming." He called