AN-I redid this chapter like three times. It just didn't want to work. Hope you like the final product.
Disclaimer-Harry Potter isn't mine.
Chapter 5
Harry stared up at the flight listings, irritation slowly building in him. This morning, when he woke up, he didn't foresee anything preventing him from returning home. But as he drove to the airport, dark clouds loomed over London, drenching the city in rain as lighting crashed overhead. Upon getting through security, his flight was only delayed a few hours. Then it was canceled entirely.
"We're very sorry. We can exchange your tickets for a flight tomorrow and put you up in a hotel room for the night, but there's nothing else we can do." The person at the desk said. Harry leaned his forehead against his palm, irritation creeping through him.
"There's not another airport operating?" The desk clerk check the computer and shook his head.
"Sorry, all flights are grounded. This storm is a big one. Very sorry, sir. Next please." He called, a couple eagerly came up to the desk and shoved Harry out of the way.
"If your flight gets canceled or something, you should come over to the Burrow for dinner."
The words echoed through his mind as he slumped into a hard plastic chair. People rushed through the terminal around him. He'd love to accept Ron's invitation, to see the Weasleys again. The thought of Mrs. Weasley's cooking made his mouth water and his stomach growled, making him realize he hadn't had anything to eat today.
He could pop over for a short visit, maybe Hermione would even be there. He got up and searched for a safe place to apparate from, which he found in a men's restroom. When the restroom was empty, he disappeared.
Harry appeared in the garden behind the Burrow. The thunderstorm that was pummeling London was nothing but a light drizzle here. He made his way up the familiar path, remenicing of the summers spent degnoming the garden and playing Quidditch. Ron must have seen him through the window, because he met Harry at the door, smiling enthusiastically.
"Harry, you made it!" He beamed, clapping him on the back. He led Harry into the kitchen, where everyone was crowded around the table, just sitting down to dinner. "Hey, look who's here, guys!"
A collective gasp went through the cramped kitchen. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and raced over, enveloping Harry in a tight, tearful hug.
"I'm so glad your okay." She said, pulling away to give him a looking over. "Merlin, your skin and bones! Haven't you been feeding yourself?"
"Good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, flushing embarrassingly. He was directed to the empty seat next to Hermione as Mrs. Weasley went about fixing him a plate. Ron returned to his place next to whom Harry assumed was his wife, who was quite beautiful and quite pregnant. Harry looked over at the kids table and waved to Teddy, who smiled shyly back.
"Didn't think you'd show up." Hermione commented after conversation returned to the room. Harry looked over at her in confusion. "Ron told everyone about you stopping by his place, of course. Was very excited about it, seemed certain you'd show up. I thought you'd be halfway back to the States by now."
"My flight was canceled, Harry explained, taking a bite of his food, relishing the familiar taste of Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
After dinner, the sun managed to come out from behind the clouds. The children and the men raced outside to play Quidditch.
"Why don't you go out and play Quidditch with the kids." Mrs. Weasley suggested, swishing her wand at the table, which began clearing itself. The dishes flew through the air and begain washing themselves.
"That's okay, I haven't been on a broom in years." Harry declined. He hadn't been on a broom since the night of the final battle, when they escaped the fire in the Room of Requirement. Fluer began pouring tea for the women still seated around the table.
"Oh, go on, Harry. It'll be fun." Hermione encouraged, smiling brightly at him.
AN-I really didn't want to end the chapter at this point, but I've been stuck at this spot for a month. Trying to write more felt like I was drawing it out. I think I'm going to put this story on the back burner for a bit and work on another story, as I'm trying to finish up as many of my stories by the time I leave for college. Hope I didn't bore you too much with this chapter. Please review.