Chapter 3 : The Wrath of Mrs. Weasley: Chores and more...
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He recalled the familiar charmed, light blue Ford Angelia that he and Ron had crashed into the Whomping Willow. It would never be tamed again. Yet it had indeed saved he and Ron's lives from a blood-sucking, psychotic spider who happened to be Hagrid's best friend.
He remembered de-gnoming the garden in the back. The gnomes had still existed though considering it obviously didn't matter that the Burrow was a mess.
He would never forget the times they practiced Quidditch with the broken down hoops in the sky. The rusty Quidditch balls and the old, chipped brooms remained in the shed out back.
"Harry!" Ginny called. She ran up to him and kissed him, taking him out of his sweet memoirs of the Burrow.
"C'mon, it's time to eat supper... Mum is sorta getting worried," she told him. He thought of Mrs. Weasley's angry, red face.
He looked up. It was nearly dusk. Hogwarts was almost 6 days away.
He didn't want to go. But Mrs. Weasley was pretty much his new guardian until he was 18 in the Muggle world. (I know he's 17 and that is adult age for wizarding world. But he can't live alone without emancipation.... which he doesn't have. Plus, when he is 18, it'll be too late. He'll be on the train by then.)
Ginny held is hand and led him to the house. The gnomes were arriving and zooming around the garden. She stunned them, walked towards them, but hesitated and returned to Harry's abandoned hand.
"I'll get them later," she said, it was already getting late and she was exhausted.
"'WE'LL get them later," he corrected her, smiling.
She grinned back and continued to lead the way to the Burrow's doorway.
When they finished eating breakfast the next morning, Ron ran outside and motioned Harry to follow.
"Hermione! Would you be a dear and fi-" Mrs. Weasley started to ask, but the door blocked her words out.
Ginny came along, but her mother continued to bitch. (uncommon verb for Mrs. Weasley sometimes... right?)
Her foot stagnated into the ground. She re-entered the Burrow, complaining.
"Why the hell would she want...." Ginny began to grumble, stalking off to her mother's voice.
Harry and Ron spent the remainder of the hour de-gnoming the the gardens and fixing up the house and brooms.
"These cabinets look like one of Aunt Muriel's bloody old dresses!" Ron would complain, constantly.
He wouldn't comment, whatsoever. He just let Ron whine about all the rubbish they cleaned until they finally finished.
Ron washed himself up with the soap spell as did Harry.
Ginny's sweat beaded on her forehead. She sat down on her bed and exhaled as she relaxed.
Harry sneaked to the bathroom in a split second. He washed his hands and face and then opened up the mirror. Several bottles of firewhiskey were in the usual make-up's spots. Harry gasped, sprinted back into the room, but he didn't dare tell anyone about what he saw.
Hermione entered the room with Harry and Ron following.
Ron and Hermione started making out so the other pair quietly sneaked out to Ron's room.
He began to kiss her on the dirty bed, and they began stripping the clothes off each other.
Ginny stopped. She cut him off, "H-Harry. Stop."
His body split from hers; he had felt rejected.
"I'm not going to have sex with you. Not now. Maybe someday, but not today."
"I didn't want to," he replied, quick and quiet. Hopefully this wouldn't turn into a fight. Was it his fault, an 18-year-old man, to want to have sex with his girlfriend?
"I know, but I don't want to seem like some slut and that would look bad on you too. I just hope you understand."
"It's OK, I know. I'm sorry."
She nodded, and they both dressed up.
Once the others went to bed, Harry rose from the bed and sneaked down the stairs, glued to the Burrow's wall.
He heard Mrs. Weasley's moaning.
"Why did it have to be my little Freddie?" she cried, rather loudly. Her voice had a bit of drunkeness to it.
"Molly, it's OK," said the voice of Mr. Weasley.
"But Arthur, I ca-"
A fire whiskey bottle fell to the floor and cracked to pieces.
"Reparo," Charlie muttered. It was odd he was still in the room.
"So Mrs. Weasley drinks? No she couldn't. Not sweet and settle Molly Weasley," Harry thought, raising his eyebrows.
He hadn't been paying much attention to the rest of the conversation. But he heard a thud on the floor.
Mrs. Weasley moaned, it was her who hit the ground.
Harry decided to pretend that that thud caused him to wake up and he ran to the kitchen.
"Harry, go, she's just passed out!"
He stormed off. Mrs. Weasley was taking this worse than he thought.
For the remainder of the visit, he hadn't spoke to Ginny or the others about what he saw. But he had heard more thuds and cracks.
He tried to avoid Hermione as much as possible. He expected that she could slip it out of him. She was so persuasive it wasn't funny.
Harry went to sleep that night after hearing the bumps and cracks. He felt so guilty for keeping it away.
Tomorrow would be the day they left for Hogwarts. Tomorrow would also be one of the hardest days of his life. It's going to be hell.
(This was a bit of a dull surprise right? Sorry, but the Burrow scenes had to end boring-like :S I hope you continue to read. Thank you and leave a review. I enjoy your suggestions!)
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