CHAPTER 17– IN THE WEASLEY FOLD
The days following the trial of Sirius Black unfolded as a vibrant chapter in Harry Potter's life, leaving an indelible mark on his demeanor. While the essence of Harry remained unchanged, observers couldn't help but note an additional buoyancy in his step, accompanied by a perpetual smile that seemed poised to grace his face at the slightest provocation. Even the ever-watchful and disdainful gaze of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor failed to dampen his emotional high.
The morning edition of the Daily Prophet, proudly proclaiming the trial and subsequent acquittal of the Black family's patriarch—the last bearer of that revered name—elicited a grin of monumental proportions from Harry. Among his friends, this display of joy was unparalleled, yet it wasn't universally celebrated. To the majority of the student body, it seemed a matter of marginal consequence, but for Draco Malfoy, it was a bitter pill to swallow. The potential inheritance of the House of Black, which would have been his had Sirius been convicted and executed, now remained firmly in Sirius's possession, aggravating Draco's displeasure. The visible disdain in Malfoy's countenance spoke volumes about the shattered expectations and thwarted ambitions that played out in the wake of Sirius's innocence.
In the intricate dance between the forces of light and darkness, Sirius's exoneration took on a significant role, a triumph achieved through a peculiar set of circumstances. Sirius's estrangement from his family had been an act of fiery disownment by his mother, who had erased him from the family tapestry in a fit of rage. Surprisingly, his father, Orion, had refrained from making this banishment official, retaining the power to do so as the head of the house. Whether Orion's decision stemmed from a disagreement with his wife or a strategic preference for a blood traitor over a cadet line inheriting remained a mystery to Sirius. Regardless, upon his escape from Azkaban, Sirius discovered that he was still a member of the Black family, and more significantly, its head. The curious intricacies of magical law recognized him as such, despite society's perceptions and his time in Azkaban.
Beyond personal vindication, Sirius's exoneration played a crucial role in safeguarding the Black fortune—diminished over centuries, yet still considerable—from falling into the clutches of Voldemort's forces, especially Draco Malfoy. In a private conversation with Harry, Sirius disclosed that he had taken preemptive measures to ensure Harry's inheritance, preempting any potential claim by Draco. Although Sirius had already designated Harry as his heir, the specter of legal challenges loomed. Therefore, his newfound freedom and acknowledgment as the head of the house constituted the most favorable outcome for all parties involved. Of course, the caveat to Harry's position as the heir lay in Sirius remaining childless; only a son, if Sirius were to have one, would stand to inherit the Black legacy.
Sirius's newfound exoneration opened doors to significant avenues of influence and authority. One of the most impactful aspects was his ascension to the Black family's hereditary seat in the Wizengamot. Moreover, he now held the proxy vote for the house of Potter, traditionally aligned with the forces of light. While the Potter vote had consistently supported the light, the Black vote had historically leaned towards the beliefs of Orion Black. The importance of having a secure and newly affirmed head of the Black family, especially one with a traditionally dark vote, couldn't be understated. Even a single vote defecting to an opposing stance had the potential to shift the balance of power.
Equally crucial was Sirius's newfound authority to oversee the politics within his house. As the head of the Black family, he had the autonomy to determine the standing of its members. Notably, Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy faced heightened scrutiny, as Sirius had instructed the goblins to investigate their marriage contracts. Any breach of these contracts would empower Sirius to declare them null and void, allowing him to reclaim any associated bride prices. While this wouldn't annul the marriages themselves, it could deplete Voldemort's forces of some liquid assets. Sirius, aware of the dark history of his family, recognized the uncertainty of the goblins finding any breaches but deemed it a strategic move given the potential benefits.
The reactions within Hogwarts to Sirius's exoneration followed expected patterns. Most students, particularly the younger ones, were indifferent, as Sirius Black remained a largely unknown figure to them. The Headmaster openly expressed relief at the outcome, and those teachers who had known Sirius were elated that justice had finally prevailed, with Minerva McGonagall, in particular, harboring a soft spot for Sirius and his fellow Marauders. Severus Snape, whose rivalry with James Potter and Sirius Black was legendary, responded with his trademark sneer, seemingly unfazed by the report's existence.
Dolores Umbridge, on the other hand, proved to be an intriguing case. Her conspicuous silence during Sirius's trial, which Harry had expected to be a vocal condemnation, hinted at higher orders from Fudge to keep her opinions to herself. Yet, once the report circulated among the Hogwarts populace, Umbridge's attention toward Harry intensified. On multiple occasions, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that her eyes were boring into him. The connection between Sirius Black's freedom and Umbridge's heightened animosity remained a mystery, leaving Harry puzzled about the dynamics at play within the enigmatic professor's mind.
Despite Dolores Umbridge's presumed intentions upon entering Hogwarts, her progress had been slow and, so far, inconsequential. Aside from a contrived attempt to assign Harry detention on the day of the trial, her class remained relatively calm and widely considered almost as tedious as History. The slew of Educational Decrees, including one of genuine concern and two more of nonsensical and useless nature, did little to further her apparent cause. If she aimed to infiltrate the school and force changes due to perceived student unruliness, her attempts were falling flat. Hogwarts appeared far from the chaos she might have sought to expose, and the Headmaster's control seemed anything but out of touch.
Life at the school unfolded with its usual rhythm. Classes were attended, homework assignments tackled—or ignored—and Harry found his bond with his two female friends deepening even further. His connection with Hermione was a given, having been inseparable since their arrival at Hogwarts. However, the inclusion of Fleur into the dynamic, particularly her growing closeness with Hermione, caused a subtle shift in their friendships. The trio of Harry, Fleur, and Hermione began to resemble a new de facto golden trio, frequently seen in each other's company outside of classes. Ron, observing this shift, recognized his role in it, realizing that his previous year's actions had distanced him, particularly from Hermione. Despite his efforts to accept the situation, the distance persisted, solidifying the trio's new status.
While Harry's relationship with Fleur seemed unchanged to a casual observer, it was quietly evolving. Their comfort and closeness deepened, although it had yet to manifest in more overtly physical affection. Both were content to allow that facet of their relationship to develop organically, aware that time lay ahead for such intimacies.
Two notable events marked those days. Firstly, Draco Malfoy seemed to have toned down his disruptive behavior, especially in Potions class. Snape's dressing-down had clearly affected him, prompting a visit to the owlery, presumably to voice his grievances to his father. Whether any response ensued remained unknown, but Malfoy's diminished obtrusiveness was undeniable.
The second noteworthy development was the advancement of the idea of a defense club to counterbalance the deficiencies of Umbridge's class. Fleur and Hermione extensively discussed Luna's suggestion, both agreeing it was essential for preparing for year-end tests. Fleur, aligning with Hermione's proposal, suggested Harry lead the group. Not only was he the most skilled in defense, but organizing and leading the club would also boost Harry's confidence. Convincing Harry to embrace this perspective, however, proved to be their next challenge.
Harry's stubbornness was a well-known trait—Hermione had witnessed it throughout their years of friendship, and Fleur had observed it even in the short time of their betrothal. Despite Harry's readiness to help others and his "saving people thing," he hesitated to take on the responsibility of running a club in addition to his other commitments. The exact reasons for this reluctance eluded Hermione and Fleur. It could have been a consequence of his newfound determination to excel academically or simply a lingering lack of confidence. Whatever the cause, Harry firmly resisted any suggestion of leading the club, although he actively contributed his opinions on its structure, curriculum, and other relevant matters.
Undeterred, Hermione and Fleur refused to give up. In their eyes, Harry was the ideal leader, whether he recognized it or not, and they were determined to help him see that.
On a Monday morning in the Great Hall, the trio and their friends were engrossed in breakfast, their energy levels predictably low on a Monday. Conversation meandered aimlessly, and a quiet atmosphere prevailed. This tranquility was disrupted when a flurry of owls descended on the Great Hall to deliver the morning mail.
Fleur, somewhat bored as she had corresponded with her parents the previous week and expected no new letters, noticed a slow and unsteady owl navigating through the others. The awkward creature aimed for their spot along the table, hitting it several seats down, causing chaos by knocking over glasses of pumpkin juice and upsetting a plate of bacon. It came to a stop not far from where Fleur, Harry, and Hermione sat. The owl then gathered itself, shuffling toward them and stopping in front of Hermione. A gasp from Ginny Weasley indicated recognition.
"Isn't that Errol?" Ginny asked.
All eyes in the vicinity were fixed on the owl, specifically on the angry red envelope it presented to Hermione.
Hermione cautiously accepted the red envelope, and the owl, demonstrating its age but not its lack of intelligence, awkwardly flapped its wings and hastily departed the hall as much as its physical limitations allowed.
Fleur watched Hermione with trepidation. It was evident that Hermione hadn't anticipated a letter, let alone a howler, especially one delivered by an owl recognized by the Weasley family. A glance at Harry revealed his surprise, tinged with suspicion and a hint of anger.
With a shaky hand, Hermione ran her thumb through the flap of the envelope, which began to smolder. She cautiously pulled out the letter, snatching her hand away when confetti exploded from the howler, and it commenced its screaming tirade.
"Hermione Granger! What do you think you are doing, young lady? I simply could not believe it when I heard that a young girl like you would reject my son! Who do you think you are, anyway? Are you that much of a gold-digger that you would reject Ronnie and set your sights on a young man who is already taken? I am utterly ashamed of you, young lady. After all Ronnie has done for you, being your friend all these years and standing behind you and supporting you, this is the way you treat him? If this is the way you are going to act, you are no longer welcome in my home until you come to your senses! You are a disgrace!"
With the final accusation, the howler burst into flame and was consumed, leaving a stunned Hermione with tears already streaming from the corners of her eyes. Without uttering a word to anyone, she stood and fled the hall, met with a growing chorus of jeers from the Slytherin table.
Fleur glanced at Harry, sensing his impulse to rise, and she restrained him with a gentle touch on his arm.
"I'll go find her," she told him.
Harry, despite the apparent desire to protest, gave her a tight nod after a moment. As Fleur rose to leave, she cast a glance at the assembled Weasleys, noting their shared looks of astonished befuddlement. Ron, in particular, seemed to wear a hint of embarrassment and even guilt in his visage.
Shaking her head in disapproval, Fleur grabbed both her and Hermione's packs and made her way to the door. Exiting to the entrance hall, she discovered that Harry had followed her, holding the map his father and friends had created, studying it intently.
In an isolated and deserted classroom on the first floor, his words sliced through the tense air, "She's in an unused classroom on the first floor," he bit out through clenched teeth, the urgency palpable in his voice.
Fleur instinctively glanced over his shoulder, her sharp eyes quickly scanning the map laid out before her. Her mind, however, was preoccupied with reflections on the depth of Harry's protectiveness towards Hermione. The unspoken emotions that lingered between them were as evident as the intensity of the situation. Yet, Fleur found herself contemplating how her betrothed seemed oblivious to the full extent of his feelings for the young witch. The intricacies of their connection intrigued her, though it was a matter she filed away for later contemplation—right now, her primary concern was her distressed friend.
"I'll be there for her," Fleur declared with a determined nod, ready to provide the comfort and support Hermione undoubtedly needed.
In response, Harry's expression softened with gratitude as he reached out to squeeze Fleur's hand. A tender kiss on her cheek conveyed unspoken appreciation, and he spoke words of thanks, "Thanks, Fleur. I'll join you as soon as I figure out what's going on."
Fleur watched Harry retreat with a purposeful stride, his thoughts undoubtedly consumed by the unfolding events. The weight of responsibility etched on his face spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation. With a resolute air, Fleur slung the two backpacks over her shoulder, each containing the essentials they might need. She set out on her journey to find Hermione, noting the determination in Harry's gait as he made his way back to the Great Hall. It was evident that certain students were on the brink of being held accountable for the morning's tumultuous events. The corridors echoed with the tension, and Fleur couldn't help but wonder what challenges lay ahead for them all.
As Harry and Fleur trailed after Hermione down the hallway, Ron stood there, watching the trio in bewilderment, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. The aftermath of what had just transpired left him grappling with the repercussions of his impulsive decision to reach out to his mother. Initially, his intention had been to alleviate some of the frustration and heartache that weighed heavily on him, seeking the comforting embrace that only a mother could provide. Molly Weasley's overbearing nature was a common source of annoyance for Ron, yet her unwavering support and the ability to listen to her children had, at times, proven to be a balm for the soul. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the unexpected turn his plea for comfort had taken—a howler directed at Hermione, a close friend.
"Ron!" Ginny hissed, breaking through his contemplation. "What did you tell Mum?"
Ron, still processing the situation, retorted in his own defense, "I sure didn't tell her to send Hermione a howler!" The gravity of the situation was sinking in, and Ron was acutely aware of the magnitude of his unwitting role in the unfolding drama.
The scrutiny of the twins, Fred and George, was not lost on Ron. Their typically playful demeanor was absent, replaced by looks of suspicion as they regarded both him and Ginny. It was a rare occasion when the mischievous twins wore expressions devoid of their usual sense of fun.
"They do, Fred, and if I'm not mistaken, it has something to do with the lovely Miss Granger, who has just run from the room in tears," George observed, his tone unusually serious.
The atmosphere around them was charged with tension, and not only were the twins casting suspicious glares, but the other members of their group—Neville and Luna, who had become regulars at the Gryffindor table, as well as the Gryffindor Quidditch team—were wearing frowns as they observed the youngest Weasleys.
"Well, Ronnie? Gin? What is going on here?" Fred inquired, cutting through the uncertainty with a direct question.
Ron, feeling the weight of the situation, glanced around at the curious onlookers. The sea of eyes fixed on their private conversation prompted him to suggest a change of venue. "Umm… Fred, George, can we have this discussion elsewhere?" he requested, acknowledging the need for discretion in navigating the complexities of the unfolding drama involving their friends.
The twins exchanged a meaningful look, taking in the curious glances from students in the hall. "I suppose that makes sense," replied George after a moment of silent agreement.
"No sense in airing our family's dirty laundry in a room full of gossiping teenagers," Fred added, his tone reflective of the wisdom in discretion.
The four siblings rose from the table, Ron pointedly avoiding a smirk from Malfoy and entertaining fleeting thoughts of wiping it off the Slytherin's face. As they exited the Great Hall, they were met by an unmistakably furious Harry.
"Give us five minutes, then come and find us," George declared, preempting whatever Harry was about to say.
"We want to talk to our brother and sister first," Fred chimed in, asserting their right to a private discussion.
Harry, though visibly angered, nodded in reluctant agreement and returned to the Great Hall. Ron and Ginny trailed the twins as they sought refuge in an unoccupied anteroom, away from the prying eyes and ears of the Hogwarts crowd. Once inside, the twins wasted no time turning their attention to their younger siblings.
"Well, you two? What's going on here?" George demanded, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Don't look at me," Ginny protested defensively. "Ron's the letter king, not me!"
George shot her a withering glare, suggesting he found her defense lacking. "Are you not our sister?" he asked rhetorically, expecting some level of familial transparency.
Fred, never one to let a moment pass without adding his two cents, continued the interrogation, "And more to the point, aren't you the one who has mooned about, making puppy dog eyes at Harry ever since he became friends with Ron? Come on, Ginny, if you have anything to do with this, tell us so we can save our friendship with Harry."
"I had nothing to do with it," Ginny insisted vehemently. "Yes, I like Harry, but I've not said one thing to Mum about Harry or Hermione since we came to school." Her words carried a genuine sense of exasperation, making it clear that she was as clueless about the situation as her brothers were.
"And have you given up on Harry yet?" George probed, his eyes fixed on Ginny.
"No!" Ginny replied with unwavering determination. "Why should I? You both know as well as I do that he can have more than one wife. I'm not giving up when there's still hope."
"Ginny, you don't have a chance!" Fred stated bluntly. "He's engaged to Fleur, and unless I miss my guess, if anyone has the inside track on becoming the second Mrs. Potter, that person most certainly appears to be Hermione."
"But Harry said he wasn't interested in Hermione!" Ron interjected.
"Ron, you really are a thick git," Fred remarked with some disdain. "He may think he has no intentions toward her, but even you, the perpetually blind, have seen that the world revolves around her in his eyes. Isn't that why you actually developed a backbone and went after her yourself?"
"Harry's getting more comfortable with Fleur all the time," George added, reinforcing the point. "But it's always been Hermione."
"Be quiet for a moment—we'll deal with you after we deal with our younger sister," Fred instructed, redirecting the focus to Ginny.
Throughout this exchange, Ginny stared at her brothers in disbelief. "Hermione is interested in Harry? She told me she wasn't!"
Fred shook his head with a hint of frustration. "It appears Ron is not the only one who can't see two feet in front of his face. It's like the blind leading the blind!"
"We've got our youngest sister who watches Harry like a hawk and practically undresses him with her eyes," George said, ticking one finger, "and she can't even see how into each other Harry and Hermione are."
"Then we've got Harry and Hermione themselves who can't see how into each other they are," continued Fred, ticking another finger. The layers of misunderstanding and unspoken feelings were becoming increasingly apparent, creating a web of emotions that the Weasley siblings found themselves entangled in.
"The surprising part is that our resident thicko here," George quipped, jerking a thumb at Ron, "has taken his head out of his arse and noticed enough to try to make a move on Hermione before Harry stakes his claim. And even then, he believes Harrikins when he says he's not into Hermione."
Ron bristled at the insult but chose to hold his tongue.
"George is right, Ginny," Fred chimed in. "I would have expected you to see how important Hermione is to Harry a long time ago, given how much attention you pay to him."
"Look, Ginny, we know you've always had a crush on Harry, but you need to let it go. Even if he does take another wife, there is no guarantee he will choose you."
"I know," Ginny responded. "I've already had this conversation with Hermione. She told me to just be Harry's friend, and that's what I'm trying to do."
"Well, that's certainly an improvement on your 'squeak and run' tactics from before," Fred quipped, injecting a bit of humor into the tense atmosphere.
Ginny's gaze darkened, but before she could retort, George interjected, "You aren't going to be all angry at Hermione now because you know this, are you?"
"Of course not!" Ginny snapped, her defiance evident in her stance and stony expression. "But I won't give up hope. I won't complain to Mum, or bother Harry, but I'm going to try to get to know him better. Hopefully, he'll come to love me as much as I love him."
A moment of silence followed Ginny's statement. Though Ron refrained from commenting, a subtle realization lingered in his mind. Whatever feelings Ginny harbored for Harry seemed to run deeper than mere infatuation. A small, niggling part of him wondered if Ginny truly saw or was even attracted to the real Harry. However, he decided not to interfere; Ginny had to make her own decisions, and he was struggling enough with his own emotions.
The tension in the anteroom hung thick, the complex dynamics among the Weasley siblings creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken sentiments and uncharted territories.
Ginny, her eyes welling up with tears, received the brothers' advice with a nod. Despite the apparent vulnerability in her demeanor, a tenacious and almost unyielding determination shone through. It was evident that, regardless of her brothers' counsel, she was resolute in her pursuit and not ready to give up.
This left Ron squarely in the middle of the familial storm, as his older brothers redirected their attention toward him. Bill, the eldest, maintained a serious demeanor, while Fred and George wore identical mischievous smirks that hinted at the wealth of knowledge they possessed regarding Ron's feelings for Hermione. The twins, having accumulated a considerable arsenal of blackmail material over the years, were not easily dissuaded.
Ron, feeling the weight of their collective gaze, shifted uncomfortably. The idea of delving into the intricacies of his emotions, especially concerning Hermione, was not high on his list of preferred topics. Hoping to skirt the issue, he mumbled a response, half-expecting it to suffice. However, the twins were not to be brushed off so easily.
"Can't quite catch that, Ron. Maybe you should speak up," Fred taunted.
With a reluctant sigh, Ron relented. "Fine, fine! I wrote to Mum about asking Hermione out, and she turned me down."
The twins exchanged glances, their mischievous grins widening. Fred, always the instigator, prodded for more details. "And...?"
"And nothing!" Ron retorted defensively. "That's all I told her. I thought maybe Mum could offer some support. You know how she is. Certainly can't expect that from you two, can I?"
Bill raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on his face. "So, you didn't run to Mum, seeking her protection against the formidable Hermione?"
Ron scowled, realizing the trap he had walked into. "No! I didn't complain and ask her to take my side. I just wanted someone to talk to, someone who wouldn't make a joke out of it!"
Ron fixed Fred with a stern glare. "No, I didn't expect Mum to launch an attack on Hermione."
He took a deep breath before addressing his brothers with a sense of earnestness. "Look, guys," Ron continued, "I won't deny that I was hurt when Hermione turned me down. But I respect her decision, and the last thing I'd want is for Mum to embarrass her in front of the whole school—or embarrass me, for that matter."
As Ron spoke, the door swung open, revealing Harry's entrance. His countenance carried a gravity rarely seen, and Ron did a double take. The newfound confidence emanating from Harry, likely influenced by the Delacours, was transforming him into a more focused and determined leader. The emergence of this resolute Harry, equipped with unwavering will and a commitment to protect his friends, left Ron feeling slightly intimidated.
Harry observed his friends, sensing an air of tension in the room. The howler he had just witnessed, berating Ron, reminded him of the challenges Hermione had faced in the past year. Determined that she wouldn't endure the same ordeal this year, Harry was prepared to intervene.
Uncertain of Ron's involvement in the unfolding situation, Harry weighed his friend's recent behavior against his character. Ron's reactions to Hermione's rejection were evident, showcasing a blend of jealousy and petulance. While Harry hesitated to believe that Ron would intentionally cause Hermione embarrassment, he couldn't rule it out entirely. If Ron had indeed played a part in Hermione's public humiliation, forgiveness might not come easily for Harry.
As the room hung heavy with unspoken tension, Harry contemplated the complex dynamics at play, realizing that it would take time to unravel the truth and reconcile with Ron if needed.
Harry, sensing the tension in the room, cut to the chase. "Well, what's going on, guys?" he asked, arms folded, and leaning casually against the door frame.
The Weasley siblings fidgeted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with Harry. One of the twins broke the silence, suggesting, "Maybe you should tell him, Ron."
With a scowl, Ron gathered himself and turned to face Harry. "I asked Hermione out, but she told me no."
Growing a bit impatient, Harry motioned for Ron to get on with it. "And?"
"Well, apparently Mum didn't take it very well."
Harry raised an eyebrow, directing a pointed question at Ron. "Ron, what exactly did you tell your mother?"
"Just that Hermione told me she wouldn't go out with me, and I wasn't happy about it. I swear, Harry, I'm not thrilled. But I didn't expect Mum to do this. I'd never want her going after Hermione like that. Hermione is my friend."
Harry considered Ron's explanation. He knew Ron well enough to discern when his friend was attempting to conceal something. While Ron's honesty seemed apparent, the puzzle remained: Why would Mrs. Weasley react in such a manner? Harry was aware of her desire for him to become a son-in-law, but was she truly fixated on having Hermione as a daughter as well?
Harry's contemplative expression revealed his uncertainty. He recognized that there might be more to this situation than met the eye. The complexities of relationships within the Weasley family were unfolding, and it was clear that Harry needed to navigate these uncharted waters with caution.
No, it was likely not that, exactly. It seemed more plausible that Mrs. Weasley's reaction was rooted in her protective instincts as a mother. However, a certain level of resentment stemming from Harry's sudden connection to Fleur might have also colored her response to the situation.
"So, what do we do now?" Harry queried, breaking the thoughtful silence.
His friends exchanged uncertain glances, as if the idea of resolving the issue had not yet crossed their minds.
"I guess we need to speak with Mum," suggested one of the twins.
"Not that I'm looking forward to that," grumbled the other.
"Come on now, Fred, where's your sense of adventure?"
"My sense of adventure is completely subservient to my sense of preservation," replied Fred. "Especially where Mum is concerned."
Harry smirked. Leave it to the twins to inject a bit of humor into a tense situation.
"Don't worry, Harry," Ron reassured him. "We'll talk to Mum and get her all sorted out."
"Thanks, guys," Harry responded. While he appreciated their readiness to tackle the problem, he wanted to ensure his friends understood his perspective.
"I just want you all to know that I consider you family—you've all been very good to me, and I really do appreciate it. And I include your mother in that statement—she's always welcomed me to the Burrow, and she and your father have always been there for me when I needed to feel like I had a family.
"I know things might be a bit tense right now, but I believe we can work through this. And, Ron, I trust you didn't mean for things to escalate like this. Let's just try to sort it out and move forward together."
"But," Harry emphasized, "I will not continue to consider her a part of my family if she continues to attack my friends. She can be angry with Hermione for not going out with you, Ron—that is her choice. But she cannot react in such a public manner. I will not allow her to continue to embarrass my friend in front of the entire school. After she believed the articles about Hermione last year, I set her straight—I would have thought she would know Hermione better by now."
"We know, Harry," George responded.
Harry looked at them curiously, offering a slightly apologetic smile to Ginny. "Sorry for bringing this up, Ginny—I know it's hard for you. But is part of this related to her disappointment over my betrothal to Fleur?"
The siblings exchanged glances again, and Ginny blushed, confirming Harry's suspicion. Fred provided further clarification. "We're not sure, but it may be."
Shaking his head, Harry fixed them all with a stern glare. "Well, your Mum can't do anything about that. And besides, it's not Hermione's fault, so I'd appreciate it if your Mum didn't attack her."
He turned his gaze to Ginny, smiling, and she returned the gesture somewhat hesitantly. "I'm sorry if this is all difficult for you, Ginny. I don't mean to hurt your feelings."
Ginny bravely smiled and assured him that she was fine. It was a heartening response—perhaps she was starting to outgrow her infatuation. Her behavior seemed more familiar and less reserved, a change that Harry welcomed. Having Ginny as a friend who could speak openly was a significant improvement over the silent shyness he had always encountered in the past.
"Look, guys," Harry stressed, "I can handle your Mum's disappointment over what has happened. But she has to get used to it because she cannot change it. I really don't want to have to break ties with the first mother figure I've ever had."
The gravity of his words resonated with his friends. Molly Weasley had been the first woman who met any criteria for a mother in Harry's life. Petunia Dursley, by contrast, lacked any semblance of motherly qualities, even toward her own son. Apolline Delacour, soon to be his mother-in-law, presented a refreshing contrast with her less intrusive and overbearing nature compared to Molly Weasley. Harry liked and appreciated Molly, but he wouldn't tolerate her continued attacks on his friends.
The redhead siblings readily agreed with Harry's sentiments, and after a few more moments of discussion, Harry exited the room, consulting the map as he left. He had a hurting friend to find and comfort.
For the rest of the day, Harry, Hermione, and Fleur kept a certain distance from all the Weasley siblings, although Hermione harbored no ill will towards her friends. They couldn't control their mother's actions, after all. However, the sharp sting of humiliation from the accusing howler lingered, making it challenging for her to easily resume a warm rapport with them, despite their sincere apologies.
One individual held back, observing from a distance—Ron. Hermione knew Ron would never intentionally encourage his mother to attack her. Harry's account of his conversation with the Weasley siblings had compelled her to agree with that assessment, not that she ever suspected Ron of being complicit. Yet, the fact that Mrs. Weasley thought Hermione capable of such behavior was both disappointing and hurtful. Given the emotional distance Ron had already created due to his own disappointment, Hermione wasn't surprised when he didn't approach her like his siblings had. It seemed that while Ron might be making some progress, in Hermione's eyes, he still had room for growth.
The striking aspect of the day, however, was Harry's attitude and actions. He showered Hermione with attention, displaying genuine care and concern. Fleur, ever observant, didn't miss a beat and smirked discreetly whenever she thought they weren't looking. Hermione even caught her a couple of times. When questioned, Fleur simply smiled and asked if Hermione still doubted the depth of Harry's feelings for her.
After their classes, which happened to be particularly heavy on that Monday, Hermione felt a wave of relief as she dropped her books off in her dorm. The day had been challenging, with attention from all quarters, yet no one had directly confronted her—Harry's glares even managed to keep Malfoy at bay, she thought. As she prepared for dinner, Hermione looked forward to relaxing with her friends and working on her homework, grateful that the trying day was finally over.
Hermione descended the staircase, her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor as she made her way down to the common room. To her surprise, she found Ron pacing the floor anxiously, his eyes darting towards the entrance as if expecting someone. She hesitated for a moment, observing his restless movements, before resolutely stepping into the room, causing Ron to abruptly halt his pacing and glance at her with a mixture of apprehension and guilt.
"Umm… Hermione, can I talk to you for a moment?" Ron stammered, his words hanging in the air with a palpable sense of tension.
"Of course, Ronald. What's on your mind?" Hermione responded, her tone a blend of curiosity and concern.
A subtle flinch passed across Ron's face at the use of his full name. He was well aware that Hermione only resorted to the formal "Ronald" when serious matters were at hand. After a quick survey of the room, Ron motioned her towards an unoccupied corner, and as they relocated, he sighed audibly, running his hand through his hair in a display of evident agitation. Finally, he turned to face Hermione, determination etched across his features.
"Hermione, I wanted to apologize for my mother."
"Thank you, Ron, but I'm certain it wasn't your fault," Hermione replied, her gaze unwavering. "Right?"
Although she aimed to trust her friend, a lingering doubt crept into Hermione's mind. Ron's history, including his actions towards Harry the previous year and the broomstick incident in their third year, left her with a trace of hesitancy. She wondered if Ron had played a role in his mother's surprising actions.
"I did write my mother a letter, but I was disappointed, you know? I do like you, and I did want to go out with you. I told my mother that. I have genuine feelings for you, Hermione, but I respect your feelings too. I would never want to see you hurt and embarrassed the way you were this morning."
"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said, her hand gently patting his in acknowledgment. "I appreciate you saying this—it couldn't have been easy. However, I want you to know that I don't hold you responsible for your mother's actions."
A sense of relief washed over Ron, and a genuine smile brightened his features as he spontaneously pulled Hermione into an enthusiastic, albeit somewhat awkward, hug. This was the familiar Ron—the one she knew so well, who found expressing his feelings uncomfortable and whose actions were endearing in their clumsiness. Hermione couldn't help but be grateful for the return of this genuine Ron.
When Ron finally released her, Hermione reciprocated with a warm smile. "I also want you to know that I respect your feelings too, Ron. While I may not harbor the same kind of feelings you do, I would never want to hurt you over them. What matters most is our friendship."
She took a moment to express her desire for a return to the simplicity of their earlier years, a time before complicated emotions and hormones complicated their relationships.
"I just really would like you to be a little more consistent in your friendships with both Harry and me. I want us to go back to the way we used to be when we were younger, before all these feelings and hormones started getting in the way."
Ron, with a cheeky grin, responded, "I'm working on it, okay?"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his lightheartedness. Ron, ever the charmer, waggled his eyebrows playfully and executed an exaggerated bow.
"Shall we go to dinner now, milady?" he asked with a mock formality.
Giggling, Hermione playfully grasped his proffered arm, and together they joined their friends who had gathered behind them, unnoticed, ready to head out of the portrait hole for a delightful dinner. The camaraderie of the group, the shared laughter, and the promise of a pleasant evening were a welcome respite from the morning's awkwardness.
As they strolled towards the Great Hall, Hermione found herself immersed once more in contemplation, her thoughts circling around the events of the day and, particularly, her close friend Ron. Ron had always retained a certain level of immaturity, but in the aftermath of his mother's regrettable outburst, it appeared that a silver lining might be emerging—a nudge for him to finally embrace a semblance of maturity. It was a promising start.
Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore had been present in the Great Hall earlier when Hermione received the howler. Despite witnessing the spectacle, he was somewhat taken aback when the Weasley twins sought permission for an unusual request later that afternoon—to use the Floo Network to visit the Burrow and speak to their mother about the incident.
Contemplating the situation, Albus recognized the mounting pressures on Harry, particularly with Dolores Umbridge's toxic presence in the castle exacerbating the stress. He had been considering intervening himself, understanding that subjecting his favorite student to additional turmoil, especially from someone he considered family, was undesirable.
While Albus held immense respect for Molly Weasley, recognizing her as a dedicated supporter of the light, he couldn't ignore the challenges arising from her tendency to micromanage her children's lives. The persistent belief that Ginny was the perfect match for Harry, fueled by frustration over the enacted marriage contract, stood as a source of concern. The Weasley family, staunch opponents of Voldemort, were vital allies, but Albus couldn't overlook the potential harm stemming from Molly's insistence on controlling her children's romantic destinies. The delicate balance between familial concern and personal autonomy demanded a delicate touch, and Albus felt the weight of navigating these intricate dynamics.
Amused by the quirks of youth, Albus couldn't help but chuckle, his own memories of adolescence resurfacing. He hadn't been exempt from the awkwardness and lack of confidence characteristic of that age. Yet, he suspected that young Ronald, despite his known social awkwardness, might have surpassed even his own youthful fumbles.
Swiftly agreeing to the twins' request, Albus recognized the urgency of addressing the matter promptly. It seemed more fitting for Molly Weasley to receive a reprimand from her own family rather than from him—no need to cause unnecessary embarrassment.
With plans to be briefly absent from the school that Monday evening, Albus scheduled the meeting for the following Tuesday in his office. Once gathered, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, called the Burrow, and received the necessary permission. Motioning for the siblings to go first, he followed them through the Floo Network and emerged in the living room of the Burrow, where Molly and Arthur awaited with visible concern. The Weasley parents, anticipating a disciplinary conversation, were unaware of the ironic twist—the visit was to address Molly's actions, not those of her children.
"Albus, are the children all right?" Molly fretted as soon as he entered the room.
"They are fine, Molly, but they do have something important to discuss with you," Albus reassured her. "I will stay only to offer support, but I will allow the children to tell you the problem."
As the children exchanged hugs with their parents and settled into various pieces of furniture around the room, young Ronald, predictably direct, broke the ice with a blunt question.
"Mum, why did you attack Hermione that way?"
Molly, momentarily taken aback by her son's directness, quickly composed herself, addressing Ron's tone.
"Ron, I'll ask you not to speak to me in that manner," she admonished. "I did not attack Miss Granger—I merely tried to point out to her that she was making a mistake."
"Making a mistake?" George chimed in.
"That's rich, Mum," added Fred. "I thought it was a person's choice who they wanted to date."
As Molly prepared to respond, Arthur, wearing a look of confusion, interjected, "What are you talking about? What happened?"
"I asked Hermione to be my girlfriend, Dad," Ron admitted with a hint of embarrassment.
Arthur's smile widened. "Good for you, son. She's a wonderful girl."
However, Ron's expression remained stoic. "She refused me, Dad. She told me she doesn't have anything but brotherly feelings for me."
Arthur, clearly caught off guard, struggled for words. "It's okay—I was a little upset, but I respect her feelings."
"That's good, son," Arthur said with a hint of pride. "We cannot force our feelings on others, no matter how much we want them to be returned. It sounds like you handled it properly."
Turning his attention to Molly, who now blushed faintly, Arthur sought clarification. "Then what is the problem, Ron?"
"Mum sent Hermione a howler," Ginny revealed. "She called Hermione a gold-digger and insinuated that she was a tramp trying to go after Harry when he's already taken. She embarrassed Hermione in front of the whole school."
"And embarrassed me as well," Ron added with a sigh. "Hermione's more important than me here, but what Mum said made me look like a little whiner, going to his mother for protection. I expect I'll have the Slytherins on me as much in the next little while as Hermione."
"Oh, Molly," Arthur said with a sense of resignation and a shake of his head.
"It wasn't like that," Molly protested. "The girl doesn't know what is best for her, and I was just trying to help her come to a better decision."
Contrary to Molly's defense, Albus felt compelled to intervene, providing support for the children's claims. "On the contrary, Molly," he spoke up, his tone firm, "I was there when Miss Granger received your howler. It was rude, overbearing, and completely uncalled for. You should not have sent her that. You are not her mother, after all."
Albus contemplated that Molly likely hadn't been spoken to in such a manner since her own school days at Hogwarts, perhaps not even during the gentle reprimands he had offered during her sixth year. Her silence spoke volumes, though her nervous glances around the room suggested a discomfort she wasn't accustomed to.
"Mum, I want to know why you are trying to drive away our friends," Ginny demanded with a cold firmness.
Molly, taken aback by Ginny's accusation, narrowed her eyes. "Ginny, I will not have you speak to me in this manner."
"It's true, Mum," Ron asserted, supporting his sister. "You know what Harry told us? He considers us family, but he won't if you keep attacking Hermione."
Molly gestured in frustration, her hands soaring into the air with a hint of exasperation etched on her face. "I absolutely wasn't attacking the girl, and I find it offensive that anyone would suggest that. Ron sent me a letter, pouring out his heartbreak, and my intention was to offer support. I merely pointed out to Hermione that she should consider Ron's feelings before dismissing him outright."
"No one thinks you were intentionally mean, Mum," Fred chimed in. "But, let's be honest, your letter to Hermione wasn't exactly a gentle reminder."
"Hermione left the hall in tears, Mum," George added. "She felt humiliated, and you know how the Slytherins love to pounce on moments like that."
Molly, now with a touch of embarrassment on her face, admitted, "Well, perhaps I might have been a bit forceful in expressing my opinions."
"Not exactly a little forceful, Mum," Ron interjected. "But what I really want to know is why you're so fixated on pairing me with Hermione. I get that you're all for Ginny and Harry, but what's the deal with me and Hermione?" Ron paused, a hint of embarrassment crossing his features.
Albus, curious himself, hadn't really considered Molly's motives beyond her desire for Harry and Ginny to be together. As Molly hesitated to respond, Albus observed her discreet glances toward her youngest son, solidifying his suspicion that her reasons were somehow linked to Ron. When Molly finally broke her silence, Albus's hunch was confirmed.
"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, Ron, but sometimes you tend to be a bit... lackadaisical," Molly began. "Hermione, on the other hand, is ambitious and driven. I believe she would be the perfect person to help you realize your full potential."
Ron sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Oh, Mum, I'm well aware of my shortcomings, and I'm genuinely working on improving myself. Harry's new attitude has been a tremendous help, and I believe I'm making progress. But let's face it, that's not a solid foundation for a lasting relationship. I like Hermione, and sure, I'd love for her to like me back, but if we're fundamentally different, maybe it's for the best that we stay friends."
"Good on you, Ronnie," George chimed in, giving his brother a congratulatory slap on the back. "There's hope for you yet."
Ron playfully crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at George, triggering laughter throughout the room. Even Molly seemed to relax as the tension dissipated. Albus reminded himself that Molly wasn't a bad person; she just had a tendency to meddle and believed she knew what was best—a trait he reluctantly admitted to sharing.
As the laughter subsided, Arthur took the opportunity to assert himself. "Molly, you need to let it go. Hermione is intelligent and mature. She can make her own decisions, and there's nothing you can do to change her mind."
"Very well," Molly conceded. "I'll back off. I may not be thrilled about the situation, but I'll respect their choices."
"Exactly," Albus interjected with a kind tone. "Thank you, Molly. I know this isn't easy, but it's necessary. We all need to focus on what's truly important, and Harry doesn't need unnecessary distractions."
Molly nodded in agreement, acknowledging the need for her children to return to school. Once again, hugs were exchanged all around, and the Weasley matriarch shared some final pieces of advice while expressing her pride in her children. In those moments, Albus mused, Molly truly shone—her strengths lay in supporting, teaching, and unconditionally loving her family. Albus was confident that with Arthur's continued support, Molly would find the right outlet for her frustrations.
Observing the children, Albus couldn't help but be impressed by the maturity they displayed during this evening's discussion. The Weasleys, as he had previously noted, had always been unwavering supporters of the light. Now, the younger generation was proving to be just as crucial and steadfast as their parents. It was a testament to the values instilled in them, and Albus felt a sense of optimism for the future as he watched them navigate the complexities of relationships and family dynamics with grace and understanding.
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