Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it.

Warnings: This story will be SLASH, as in two males making out, so if that bothers you, then don't read. Language and violence in later chapters.

Chapter Three: The Hogwart's Letter
Ron Weasley sighed as he watched his tiny grey owl, Pigwigeon, fly out the window with a letter tied to his leg. As soon as he couldn't see the owl anymore, Ron walked out of his violently orange room and trudged down the uneven staircase. He entered the kitchen, where his mother, Molly, was already up and cooking breakfast, the air was filled with the smell and sound of sizzling bacon.

"Good morning, dear." She greeted as he sat down at the wooden table in the middle of the cramped room.

"Morning, mum." He said tiredly and leaned his elbows on the surface in front of him.

"Is something wrong?" Molly asked, her voice laced with concern.

Ron sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "I haven't gotten a letter from Harry in a while," He replied, his voice muffled. "And I'm worried about him."

"Well, I'm sure he's all right." Molly tried to reassure him, but she sounded like she didn't believe her own words.

The truth was everybody was on edge about Harry due to You-Know-Who's return. The entire Weasley family worried about him constantly, so Ron wrote frequently or if he was busy, some one else would and Harry would always reply. And news that he had just stopped writing worried them all the more.

"Who's all right?" Another voice asked. Fred and George in and sat at the table with their younger sibling.

"Harry." Ron told them shortly.

"Why wouldn't he be? Has something happened?" Fred asked with a serious expression on his usually cheerful face.

"No, Fred, Nothing has happened, that we know of anyway." Ron answered. "It's just that yesterday I sent Pig to Harry and he didn't write back. I'm not even sure if he got the letter, but he still would have written a letter himself if he hadn't heard anything from us by now." He rubbed his hands across his eyes and sighed. "I sent Pig again just a little while ago, I'm hoping to get and answer this time."

"Oh. Well. Mum's right, he's probably just fine." George said and patted Ron on the back. Fred nodded his head in agreement.

"Yes, dear. For once you should listen to the twins." Molly told him.

"Did ya have to say 'for once'?" Fred questioned looking upset.

"George, could you go wake the others?" Molly asked, trying to change the subject off of Harry. "Breakfast is ready."

"Ok." He stood up from the table and disappeared out of the room and up the stairs.

Shortly after he left, the others heard doors opening and closing, followed by footsteps on the stairs. Soon George arrived back in the kitchen with Bill, who was staying over the summer because of You-Know-Who, Charlie was staying for the same reason, and Ginny. Mr. Weasley and Percy were already at work.

They all seated themselves at the table while Molly sat down their plates of food and a jug of juice. Breakfast was normally a noisy affair, but ever since the third task, the mood of the entire household had become bleak, even the twins seldom joked or pulled pranks. That's not to say their stopped inventing things; it's just that they didn't test them on the other occupants of the house anymore.

The stray cat that Ginny kept around by feeding it at the back door wasn't so lucky.

The sounds of silverware hitting plates and the clinking of glasses of juice bumping again each other, was broken by a tapping at the window. The Weasleys' looked up and saw Hedwig fluttering at the glass.

"Hedwig!" Ron launched himself at of his chair and jerked open the window.

The owl flew in and landed on the back of Molly's chair. She untied the letter from Hedwig and looked at the name on the envelope.

"It's addressed to all of us." She turned the letter over. "And it has the Hogwart's seal."

"What?" Ron asked shifting on his feet, anxious for news about Harry. "Why would Hedwig be carrying a Hogwart's letter?"

"I don't know." Molly told her youngest son. "And will you sit down?"

Ron sat, but he kept fidgeting in his chair. Molly broke the purple wax seal, pulled out the letter, and unfolded it.

" 'Dear Weasleys," She read out load. " 'I hope this finds you well. I would very much appreciate your arrival at Hogwarts as soon as you find it convenient to do so. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore.' "

"Well, that was nice and vague." Charlie noted dryly.

"What do you think he wants?" Ginny asked her mother with a frown.

"I'm not sure." Molly replied, now more worried because of the content of the letter or lack there of.

"Do you think it has something to do with Harry?" Bill questioned quietly. "I mean, him wanting to talk to dad usually has something to do with the Ministry, but with all of us . . .?" He trailed off and shook his head.

Ron jumped up and started pacing around the room. Suddenly he stopped in mid-pace and turned to stare at his family. "Well?" He demanded. "When are we leaving?" He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at the others.

Fred raised his eyebrows. "You would look more intimidating if you weren't wearing your rubber ducky pajamas, you know?"

"Shut up!"

"Calm down." Molly scolded. "We're leaving as soon as all of you get dressed." She stood and gathered up the dishes. "Everybody who's going, go get ready."

Her children quickly ran up stairs to change. They dressed in record time and were soon were standing in the kitchen, in front of the fireplace. Bill went first, he took some floo-powder and threw it into the flames, which turned bright green. He stepped into them, shouted, "Hogwarts, headmaster's office!" and disappeared.

Everybody followed and all were shortly standing in Dumbledore's office, dusting themselves off.

Albus stood up from behind his desk and greeted them cheerfully.

"Good morning, headmaster." Molly said breathlessly.

"Hello, professor." Everybody else chorused.

"Why did you wish to see us, Albus?" Molly asked frantically.

Dumbledore's eyes dimmed and he sighed. "I received this about seven in the morning, yesterday." He picked up a sheet of parchment off his desk and handed it to Molly. It was the letter Harry had sent just before the Death-Eater attack.

"Oh, no!" Molly gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Mum, what is it?" Bill snatched the paper out of her hand. He read the note and paled.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked urgently.

"Has anybody tried to contact him?" Molly wringed her hands together.

"Yes. I sent Minerva and Severus to his house. They reported back that part of it been destroyed."

"Whose house? Harry's? Do you mean Harry's?" Ron gripped Bill's jacket until his knuckles turned white.

"About twenty or so Death-Eaters were found unconscious under the rubble." Dumbledore informed them.

"Death-Eaters? What about Harry?" Ron was starting to tug incessantly at Bill's sleeve.

"It took us a while to find Harry."

"Was he all right?" Ron's face was starting to turn red.

"We interrogated the Death-Eaters, but none of them had any real idea of what happened."

"What are you talking about? I just what to know if Harry's all right or not!" Ron was starting to panic.

"All they said was they remembered a blinding light and a loud, almost deafening, sound of something big crumbling."

"Will somebody answer my questions!" Ron was hyperventilating.

Dumbledore blinked and looked at him. "Are you feeling all right, Mr. Weasley? Perhaps you should sit down."

"I want to know if Harry's okay! Got it!"

"Ron! Don't yell at the headmaster."

"But mum! What's going on?"

"Harry was attacked by Death-Eaters and the house collapsed."

"Oh. Okay. Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Well, then if you'll excuse me, I need to lie down for a bit." Ron instantly fell to the floor in a dead faint.

"Do you think we should wake him up?" Ginny asked and poked Ron with her wand.

"I think it best if we just leave him where he is." Charlie said. He turned to the headmaster. "Please continue. We'll just fill him in later."

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