The Weasley patriarch walked inside the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix only to hear his wife shouting with someone. The bone tired man sighed wearily and slowly made his way down to the kitchen where he heard his wife's voice came from. The picture in front of him woke and sobered him out of his state instantly. On the two ends of the table stood the two arguing sides.
On the left were Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, his twins Fred and George, along with his two oldest Bill and Charlie, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, and to his shocking surprise Severus Snape. The green eyed boy was put behind his father's friends and Professor Snape with Hermione holding him in a sideways hug while the others formed a circle around him. The most prominent about this group was their dark looks.
On the right side stood his wife, daughter and youngest son. They looked angry for some reason. All of their faces' were completely red, and where the left side was silent and foreboding their side was loud and annoying.
Then there were the spectaculars between the two sides, who stood behind the table at a safe distance, were the Order members.
He felt like he walked into a battlefield where the two sides were at a momentary standstill. The first to move and initially break the short pause was unsurprisingly his wife, who went on a tirade again. Her voice took on a shrilly note as she began to berate the orphaned boy in a way he didn't think she was capable of. His head hurt so much that he couldn't understand what she screeched at the boy, but the reaction he saw from the boy's side and the spectators he knew it must have been horrible. The one sentence that got through his near migraine froze him.
"If you only survived You-Know-Who's attack to make our life complicated then you shouldn't have!" was the last sentence Molly Weasley was able to utter before three powerful stunners hit her. The stunned silence was broken by deep, warning growling coming from the Marauders. He never knew they would revert to their animal instincts when faced with a situation like this. After he thought it over he realized it was the most logical thing to happen with a werewolf and a dog animagus.
Professor McGonagall walked over to the younger woman looked her over then turned her angry glare at the order members. "If any of you think about bad mouthing like this you will end up in Saint Mungo faster than you could say Quidditch."
Severous Snape never thought he would openly protect his best friend's and worst enemy's son, but he couldn't leave a sick child be bullied into something he didn't want to do. It hurt him deeply when he saw the signs of giving in in the boy's body language. What drove his anger through the roof was the mutt's declining's exact wording. He had never been fond of the boy as he only saw his father in him and it was hard separating the man who he grown up with from the boy as they looked so much alike they could have passed the twin card had they been able to stand beside each other at the same age.
Arthur Weasley was blinking uncomprehendingly at the happening before him as his tired mind tried to put the information together without much success. It had been a week since he was seen at Headquarters. He had been working non-stop because as soon as he began to unravel the past of his youngest son's friend he was met with secrets and lack of proper information the deeper he dug in this big pile of crap as it turned out to be. The women he worked under right now shared his feelings seeing the ongoing of the case. It was pain-stackingly slow going even though they all made it their priority. None of them could have imagined there was so little information on the boy that wasn't fiction or speculation.
The rained patriarch scrubbed his face for some moments then with great power he pulled his head of house side, lifted his wife with a simple spell went up to their shared bedroom where he locked door so his wife couldn't storm out on him half way through. As if in an afterthought he took the witch's wand not wanting to fight her off. Never before did he give the woman of his life a dressing down, but he couldn't let go of what he heard downstairs. Taking a deep breath he gathered himself then Enervated the other occupant of the room.
"And for your information Mister!" screeched Molly Weasley's voice the moment she was let go from the spell put on her. She was lucky to not be too old with amount of force and number of spells she had been hit.
"Enough!" shouted the otherwise softly speaking man shocking the ranting and raving woman into silence for a couple of seconds.
"Arthur?" came the unsure question.
The ginger haired father had a hard look on his face as he opened his mouth. "Do you have any idea what you just did?" Not waiting for an answer he went on. "You just degraded and bullied a teenager in the worst way possible. If I hear anything like that from you ever again I will us my position in the family against you like the old times that not even the blood-puritists use."
Molly Weasley nee Prewett knew full well as a pureblood that it wouldn't end well for her if she let that happen 'cause it entailed things like her having a fully visible tracking charm, not having a say in anything anymore and having to ask for permission to talk to anyone outside of the family just to name the most noticeable ones. It would prevent her from raising her kids as she saw it fit because she would need her husband's permission for everything. She looked down not daring to look at her husband anymore right now without the risk of beginning another screaming fit.
"That's what I thought." stated the Weasley patriarch grimly. "I don't want to see you for the rest of the night outside of our bedroom. If I see or hear anything about you leaving this room I'm going to ground you. Is that clear?"
"Yes." came the simple answer from the seething woman.
Arthur just nodded his head before leaving for the kitchen to apologize in his wife's name and finally eat something after his long day at work. Walking down the stairs his thoughts circled the young boy, whose case he had been working on nonstop since he got it. The more he worked on the case the more disturbing and complicated it became. Walking into the kitchen he found the other party still at the table. Sirius and Remus were sitting on either side of Harry with the animagus' right and the werewolf's left arm were around the boy keeping him close and immobile. The others were gathered around the table watching the teenager. The Order members had dispersed while he had been away and now only the people who stood on the boy's side were in the kitchen. Once he stepped inside every one of them turned towards him ready to fight be it the muggle or magical way. The calculating gazes made his skin crawl with fear and worry as he never felt to be on the bad side of so many powerful people before. He cleared his throat then turned to Harry.
"Harry, I'm terribly sorry for how my wife had behaved if it occurs again please notify so I can take action concerning her behaviour. I have never seen or heard her acting like this so I only grounded her and gave her a warning of what will happen if I catch her doing something like this again." said the wizard while giving a slight bow showing his sincerity and respect. The boy nodded slowly in his way then turned to Sirius. He didn't talk but rather hide his face in his Godfather's chest like an embarrassed little child would. Arthur fixed himself a plate of food then promptly began devouring it like a starved animal. The Weasley patriarch felt eyes on him as he ate but didn't react knowing full well that his family lost their trust and it will take a long time to gain it back.