Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that right goes to J.K. Rowling, who created this incredible world for all of us to enjoy.
AN: I've been reading on this site for more than 5 years now, but I only recently created an account, and only recently even considered writing a story of my own. I have no idea what I'm doing, but any feedback would be great. Hopefully this is the beginning of something... and doesn't get dumped in the bin all too quickly. This is a short first chapter/idea nub that I had, and I want to see how it might do. Hope you enjoy!
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It had started as little more than a whisper. A new virus within the muggle world. Nothing witches or wizards would worry about, of course. All but those with a foot in the muggle world were unaware, and even then, hardly so. After all, why would they, when magic was enough to cure all but the most horrific of diseases and maladies, and a broken bone meant a few hours of rest at most. Even the wariest, the most cautious had their worries assuaged when the virus stopped making even muggle news, stopped by a rollout of vaccines and a few extra public health measures. Alas, for the wizarding world, the worst was yet to come.
"Morning Harry!"
A blurry figure stood over Harry's sleeping form. Harry blinked, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head. The shock of red hair atop this nameless figure's head reminded him of just where he was. Unbidden, a broad grin spread across Harry's face. He rolled over to his side, reaching for the wire-rimmed glasses laying on the cluttered bedside table beside him. Placing them gingerly on, Harry yawned, reluctantly freeing his legs from the depths of the bed.
"Morning Fred… or George."
"Ah, ah, ah, I think you mean Gred and Forge, Harry."
A second lanky twin stepped out from behind the first, two Cheshire grins flashing across their faces. He shook his head at the sight he had become all too familiar with in his first few years in the wizarding world.
"Oh shush, it's too early in the morning for this."
Harry waved his hand half heartedly at the twins, as if to shoo them away. As he stumbled over to the meager pile of clothes he had brought out of his bags, the sound of the twins over to the next bed, kicking at the bedframe to wake Ron, was clear. As Harry shrugged on a shirt, he saw Ron grab at a pillow, hurling it towards where he thought the twins were. As Fred and George each grabbed a pillow and started beating Ron's head with them, Harry once again couldn't help but smile at the violent but oh-so-familiar scene.
"Thanks for the wake-up call guys."
Harry skirted around a wildly flailing set of legs and started down the stairs, where Mrs. Weasley had undoubtedly prepared a breakfast fit for a king. As he padded down the stairs, the sounds of the Burrow echoed around him, creaking wood, the clattering of dishes, the sound of conversation and faintly, a pan sizzling on the stove.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley."
"Good morning, dear! Here now, sit, sit."
Harry was ushered into a seat, a plate piled with steaming bacon and eggs thrust before him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, this looks amazing."
"Oh, it's nothing at all, dear."
Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly back at him, already back at the stove, preparing more dishes to serve, muttering under her breath as she did so.
"Now, if only my boys were just as polite… FRED! GEORGE! RONNIE! HURRY UP AND GET IN HERE!"
Harry couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at the sheer volume that the Weasley matriarch was able to summon from her lungs, but the rest of the table seemed unfazed, Percy looking rather busy with some paperwork, and two men he assumed to be the eldest two Weasley brothers, bent over, seemingly entranced by their cups of coffee.
"Yes mum!"
The sound of shoving and clattering came down the stairs as the three brothers made their way into the living room. As they came in, each greeted with a rap on the head from the still egg-coated wooden spoon in Mrs. Weasley's hand, Harry turned to the seat next to him, where Mr. Weasley was engrossed in something.
"Mr. Weasley, is that a surgical mask?"
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AN: And there it is... my first ever bit of writing on here. If you want me to continue, let me know! I still haven't really got a plot yet, but I have plenty of ideas. Feedback is welcome!
