Chapter 4
An hour and a half later they had finally reached the Order Headquarters. Harry was totally exhausted, and halfway through the flight the pain in his leg increased twenty times then what it had originally been. He berated himself mentally asking himself why he had made it even harder for himself to hide his injuries. Well there was nothing he could do about it now; it was over and done with.
He landed roughly outside of Grimauld Place, and couldn't help but make a small yelp when his too injured legs hit the ground. He was very grateful that it was fairly windy that day, and hard to hear, but he still got a glance from Remus who looked him over quickly again. Harry made sure his emotionless mask was in place as he tried more desperately than ever to walk as normally as possible to the door. Thank fully no one noticed anything, and he applauded himself inwardly on his great acting skills.
Once inside Grimauld Place Remus motioned for Harry to follow him, so he walked behind Remus towards the kitchen. The rest of the Order had said that they needed to go off, and do other things, and Harry hoped that it was only he, and Remus in the building so that he could ask Remus to be excused to his room for the rest of the day, but as they got closer to the kitchen Harry heard the sound of quiet murmuring, and the clashing of pots, and pans. He closed his eyes briefly taking a deep breath to collect himself before he and Remus submerged from the hallway into the dimly lit kitchen.
At the kitchen table Mr. Weasley and Dumbledore who were deep in discussion were silenced by the two new arrivals, and in front of the stove was Mrs. Weasley stirring what appeared to be a large pot of stew. When the two men at the table stopped talking she turned around, and saw Harry, and Remus standing in the doorway to the kitchen, and she smiled warmly at them.
"Harry dear, finally I thought that you would never get here," she exclaimed as she walked briskly over to Harry, and pulled him into a tight embrace. Harry hugged back as best he could, suppressing the groan of pain that wanted to escape his mouth, and making sure to look away from Remus as he winced in pain from his ribs being squeezed so tightly. When the hug ended he tried to appear as if the pain hadn't caused him any pain what so ever, but he didn't no how successful he had been, for his insides were screaming in agonizing pain. Mrs. Weasley stepped back, and looked Harry over from head to toe, and shook her head.