𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 (Harry Potter x reader)

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Mr Weasley woke them up rather early the next morning and they packed up as soon as they could and left the camp site.

They walked back to the portkey then back through Ottery St. Catchpole and up the damp lane toward the Burrow in the dawn light, talking very little because they were so exhausted, and thinking longingly of their breakfast. As they rounded the corner and the Burrow came into view, a cry echoed along the lane.

"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!"Mrs. Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, came running toward them, still wearing her bedroom slippers, her face pale and strained, a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand.

"Arthur, I've been so worried, so worried"
She flung her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet fell out of her limp hand onto the ground.

Y/n looked at the title SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUID- DITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a twinkling black-and- white photograph of the Dark Mark over the treetops.

"You're all right," Mrs. Weasley muttered distractedly, releasing Mr. Weasley and staring around at them all with red eyes, "you're alive, Oh boys."

And to y/n's  surprise, she seized Fred and George and pulled them both into such a tight hug that their heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mum — you're strangling us —" Fred whined.

"I shouted at you before you left!" Mrs. Weasley said, starting to sob. "It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.L.s? Oh Fred . . . George . . ."

"Come on, now, Molly, we're all perfectly okay," said Mr. Weasley soothingly, prising her off the twins and leading her back towards the house.

After a long conversation about the ministry and the effect of this, Mrs Weasley also handed y/n a letter from her parents. Y/n was of course expecting this.

Dear y/n

We heard what happened at the World Cup. Please owl us back as soon as possible to let us know your okay! We are worried sick.

Love mum and dad.

Y/n smiled lightly at their worried ness and wrote back.

"Mrs. Weasley," said Harry suddenly, unable to contain himself, "Hedwig hasn't arrived with a letter for me, has she?"

"Hedwig, dear?" said Mrs. Weasley distractedly. "No. The only post has been y/n's letter"

Y/n, Ron and Hermione looked curiously at Harry. With a meaningful look at the three of them he said, "All right if I go and dump my stuff in your room, Ron?"

"Yeah . . . think I will too," said Ron at once. "Hermione? Y/n?"

"Yes," Hermione said quickly and y/n nodded eagerly, and the four of them marched out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"What's up, Harry?" said Ron, the moment they had closed the door of the attic room behind them.

"There's something I haven't told you," Harry said. "On Saturday morning, I woke up with my scar hurting again."