This chapter is also edited to make more sense after my silly mistake.
Molly Weasley, with the help of her oldest sons, husband and Remus, had set up stations for the children. In the garden she had set up her three tin baths with water set to keep itself heated and wash the children automatically, along with thick, fluffy towels and clean clothes belonging to a variety of her children for everyone to dress in. In the kitchen she had set the table up with plates and utesils, glasses, giant flagons of water, milk and butterbeer, huge plates of sandwiches, rich soups charmed not to spill and giant plates of meat, vegetables and large plates of cupcakes. Then, she had transfigured up enough beds for everyone to sleep. The children were in a circuit until all were tucked up in a pair of pyjamas that fitted them (more or less), fast asleep. The light golden sun shone on their scrubbed faces and gave the appearance of great beauty. Now, the oldest were writing letters to the parents of children not their own to inform them they had them. Neville had been healed fairly accurately with some potions and a salve, but was in a deep sleep and looked very gaunt.
One by one, worried and scared parents arrived to collect their children. At last, the only person left other than her own was Harry. He looked terrified.
"Are you okay, Harry sweetheart?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Call me Molly, dear. Do you think your guardians will have gotten my letter?"
"They probably burnt it as soon as it arrived." mumbled Harry, then clapped his hand over his mouth.
"Oh well, Harry. If they don't come in a few hours I can take you back, or Arthur." The woman rubbed his shoulder before adding, "Why don't you go and play with Ron and Ginny?"
Harry gladly ran outside to play.
Four hours later, and no Dursleys. Molly watched with eyes brimming with tears at the way Harry hesitantly played, at first shocked that they spoke to him. She cried as when he fell he threw his hands over his face as if expecting to be hit. She cried at how horribly skinny he was.
"Arthur, he can't go back to them. Look at him. Look at how thin he is, and look at these clothes he came in! They're filthy, far to big for him and have blood stains that are not just from Neville!"
"I know, Molly. I was going to say the same thing. But where can he go?"
"We'll have him!" Fiercely replied Molly. "Bill is leaving soon and so is Charlie, probably, and he could always share Ron's room! We can take him in easily!"
"Do you, Harry James Potter, accept the fact that from this day forth you will be the legal child of Molly and Arthur Weasley?"
"Yes sir!"
"And do you accept that your name from this day forth will be Harry James Weasley-Potter?"
"Yes sir!"
"As all parties are agreeable, I pronounce you to be the legal child of Molly and Arthur Weasley!"
Harry James Weasley-Potter slipped a hand into his adoptive mother's hand, and knew that he would be safe now. Forever.