"Oh, Harry!", said Mrs. Weasley as soon as he and Hermione had entered the Burrow. "How great it is to see you!".
"Hello, Harry", said Fred and George in perfect unison. "Glad to have you back".
"Hello, Harry", said Ron. "Nice to see you again".
"Hello, Harry", said Bill. "Glad you could make it for the wedding".
"Hello, Harry", said Fleur Delacour. "Wait till you see my wedding dress".
"Hello, Harry", said Crookshanks. "Remind Hermione to feed me".
"Hello, everyone!", said Harry, sick of being greeted by now.
It was then when he realized something.
"Mrs. Weasley", said Harry after he had counted everyone who had said "Hello" to him on his fingers. "Where's your husband".
"Oh, Arthur left soon after Hermione told him that you were in the hospital", said Mrs. Weasley. "He was probably going to try to get you out".
So Harry sat down on a sofa and began watching the news on his iPod ("In late breaking news, actor Hugh Laurie has gone missing"). Harry was just about to download one of his favorite songs in the world, "Breakaway", when the door opened.
"Good evening, Weasleys", said Arthur Weasley.
"Hello, Arthur", said Mrs. Weasley.
"Hello, father", said Fred and George in perfect unison.
"Hello, dad", said Ron.
"Sup, pops", said Bill.
"Hello, daddy", said Fleur Delacour.
"Greetings", said Crookshanks.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley", said Hermione.
Enough, thought Harry.
"Hello, everyone", said Mr. Weasley. "Now, Harry, could I have a word?".
"Sure", said Harry.
"In the toilet, perhaps?", said Mr. Weasley.
"Uh...", said Harry, following Mr. Weasley into the bathroom.
"Now, Harry", said Mr. Weasley, locking the door shut as he seated Harry on the toilet. "I don't like it, I just don't like it one little bit".
"About what, Mr. Weasley?", asked Harry.
Mr. Weasley was pacing around the small bathroom. "There are things happening, Harry, things that I don't like you getting into".
"Such as?", said Harry.
"Such as the hospital burning down and you escaping!", said Arthur. "Don't you realize that that was no quinky-dinky? Someone, probably one of the You-Know-Who's followers, wanted you dead. If only you had stayed a little longer..."
"I would've died", Harry started.
"You would've seen who was trying to kill you!", said Mr. Weasley. "Harry, there's been so many arrests made lately--Catherine Zeta-Jones is now in jail--and every single one of them has been made to make things look better than they are. I hear things from Alastor Moody. He knows perfectly well that we haven't found so much as one Death Eater in recent memory. If we could find who's really behind this, maybe we could release..."
"Hang on", interupted Harry. "Catherine Zeta-Jones is actually a witch?".
"That's beside the point", said Mr. Weasley, waving his hand in the air. "Harry, I just want you to keep your eyes open, understand?".
"Yeah", said Harry.
"I don't want you to mention this conversation to the others", said Mr. Weasley, making his voice very low. "But someone wants you dead, and we need to find out who it is".
"Someone's always trying to kill me", Harry pointed out.
"Again, that's beside the point", said Mr. Weasley, unlocking the bathroom door. "Oh, and one more thing".
Mr. Weasley put his face very, very close to Harry's.
"You do trust me, don't you, Harry?"
Harry backed away. "Yeah. Sure. Of course".
Mr. Weasley smiled.
"Good", he said warmly. "Now, let's join the family for dinner".
But when they opened the door, the living room was empty.
