Chapter 8 The Execution
The next morning at breakfast, Mrs. Weasley looked for her chance. She knew that casting the spell would cause her and her daughter to have another fight, but this was the only place where she could get Harry and Ginny both in the same room as herself without them being suspicious. She had decided that she would wait until everyone was consumed either in their meal or in a conversation, and then she would do the test. The less people who would notice people glowing at the breakfast table the better.
Finally, her moment came. She cast the spell and the couple in question suddenly started glowing red in the middle of their conversation. Mrs. Weasley felt a rush of relief flow over her, then guilt at what she had to stoop to in order to believe her only daughter.
Ginny was speaking but had not noticed that her fiancé had an inexplicable red tinge, and Harry was not going to tell her that she was red as well. He knew that pointing it out would not be good. Maybe if he could keep Ginny distracted long enough, Mrs. Weasley would have time to finish whatever in Merlin's name she was doing and he could confront her about it later.
Harry's plan did not work. Unfortunately the future Mrs. Potter realized that both herself and her husband-to-be were glowing, which did not settle well with the red-headed bride. She turned and looked at her mother, did not say anything, and went upstairs. The only indication that she was angry was the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut.
Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry with pleading eyes. She wanted, no needed, him to understand. She opened her mouth to begin to explain, but Lupin stopped her. "Molly," he said, "everyone just needs time, even you. Everyone needs to take a break. Harry, I suggest that you and Ginny go stay at your house with Ron and Hermione for a couple of days. Let everything calm down a little before anyone starts talking."
Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to protest, but her husband interceded. "This is best for everyone right now Molly. Ginny cannot take anymore of your mistrust, and quite frankly, I think one more outburst will make her explode. The kids need to get out of the line of fire; that is all we are doing. Harry, go get Ginny. Ron, Hermione, start packing please."
"Yes sir" the three chorused.