Harry stormed up the stairs and ran into Ron's bedroom. He roared with anger, and kicked Ron's wardrobe. Unfortunately for Harry, the wardrobe was magical, and it kicked him back. This only made Harry even madder. He was like a swarm of wasps chasing after a honey-pot. He yelled and screamed, and ripped up one of Ron's school books.
Harry threw himself on Ron's bed and screamed into Ron's pillow to muffle the sound. Once he calmed down and he had screamed himself hoarse, Harry finally noticed he felt something hard under the pillow. It was a flat hard object. Harry pulled it our. He gasped; it was a photo frame holding an image of him and Ron. They were clasping each other around the shoulders and grinning without a care in the world. Harry sniffled; on the bottom of the frame it said 'Besties 4 eva!' The tears that Harry had finally managed to quell came back violently. What a fool Harry was. He threw the photo at the wall, it smashed, the glass flew everywhere like a shower of diamonds.
Harry cried himself to sleep that night.
Harry awoke the next morning feeling very uncomfortable. He rolled over and realized he'd been lying in bits of broken glass form the photo hall night. He carefully picked a piece of the clear glass from his smooth milky skin, wincing as he watched the crimson blood rise to the surface. He wiped it away with a tissue and got up.
The anger Harry had been feeling the previous night had gone. It's amazing what a good nights sleep can do! Harry thought to himself as he got in the shower. He smiled as he rubbed the shampoo into his hair, as he felt the warm water beat down on his bruised back.
Suddenly, the water turned cold. Icy cold. Harry squealed indignantly, quickly washed off the shampoo, and jumped out of the shower. Unfortunately for Harry, he hadn't thought to put down a bathmat, so all the tiles around the shower were slippery. Harry went down on the floor with a very hard THUD! He lay on the floor moaning for a few minutes, and then got up and got dressed.
The days passed much faster, and were much more pleasant than at Privet Drive. Harry felt himself unwinding and becoming less tense. He'd also gotten a lot closer to Mrs. Weasley. She went out of her way to be nice to him. Harry felt it was quite refreshing, especially since Ron wasn't' back yet and Fred was still ill.
On one sunny day Harry was helping himself to a glass of water from the tap. He turned to see Mrs. Weasley come directly towards him. She was wearing a loose black overcoat, which accidentally opened to reveal a hot red negligee, complete with a teddy.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley," said Harry after taking a gulp of water.
"Please, call me Molly," said Ron's mother in a much deeper voice than usual.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked, confused.
I'm grand," she said grinning ferally, "Just help yourself to anything you see in the kitchen." Her voice heavy with meaning and her robe once again blowing open with a non-existent wind.
"Wow thanks, er…Molly," and Harry wandered into the cupboard like a raccoon in a rubbish bin.
Suddenly, the light disappeared; a figure was standing behind him.
"Wha…what's happening?" Harry asked in bewilderment.
"Oh Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, pawing at him. She kissed him, wild passionate kisses all over his face. "Oh Harry," she said again, "take me right here!"
Harry gasped, "OMGWTF? Mrs. Weasley are you insane! He pushed her away and cowered in the corner.
"Oh Harry, you know you want me," Mrs. Wesley panted, as she came closer to Harry.
"Um no, Mrs. Weasley, I think there's been a misunderstanding!" Harry protested.
Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley gave a very loud sob. "Oh Harry," she sobbed, "How could you lead me on like that?" She began hitting Harry in frustration with a baguette. "You horrible boy, you know how lonely I feel without Mr. Weasley and you just took advantage of me..." With that she gave Harry one more resounding thwack with the baguette, it broke on Harry's head and she ran away to her bedroom, slammed the door, and cried.