Chapter 6: Phlegm Arrives & Post Departs
"Bonjour! 'Ow iz evereeone?" Fleur Delacour glided into the kitchen at the Burrow, with her fiancé latched onto her arm. Ron gaped at her with his mouth hanging open. A little bit of drool fell onto Ginny's shoulder, who was standing in front of him. She turned around and punched Ron.
"Oh Bill! Fleur!" Mrs. Weasley flung herself at her son and future daughter-in-law, pulling them into one of those breath-stopping (literally) embraces she was known for. "How are you two?"
"I am good. Beautiful az alwayz, az you can zee," Fleur said, swooshing her hair about. Bill smiled; Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow.
"Well mum, I'm doing alright. The wounds are healing, but I have a real hankering for a raw steak right now. Not a chance we got any?"
Having anticipating his arrival, Mrs. Weasley butchered the family cow, Eliza, that very morning. Ginny had been devastated when she found out, but Mr. Weasley lied and said Eliza was infested with mad cow disease, an incurable Muggle illness.
"Hi Fleur, want a chocolate?" Ron offered her a chocolate frog, which bounced out of its box onto Fleur's face.
"Uh, no zancks, but eet will make me fat." She made a disgusted face at Ron and turned away from him. Hermione smirked.
While Mrs. Weasley chatted with Fleur and Bill, Harry took the opportunity to leave the room to contemplate his new visage. What could it all mean? Since Ron and Hermione had been no help, Harry decided he needed to seek support elsewhere. But from whom? Sirius croaked, Dumbledore kicked the bucket…aha! Harry ran up to Ron's room and grabbed a parchment and quill, and wrote:
Professor Lupin,
I suppose I better stop calling you "professor" now, since you're technically not my professor anymore. What do you prefer? Lupin? Remus? Moony? Wolfman? Let me know…
Anyway, I had an interesting dream. Maybe you can help me understand what it means…So, Voldemort tells me he's my dad, and then when I woke up, my scar was shaped like a heart! What's that all about? He can't really be my daddy, can he? Cause everyone says I look "just look my father," blah blah blah…you know.
So write back soon.
Your favorite former student,
Harry Potter,
The Chosen One
And with that, Harry attached his letter to Hedwig and sent her flying off.