𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞¹⁻⁷ [HARRY POTTER X Y/N]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾: 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒

"always defending that sinclair"

𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮 | 𝖥𝖨𝖵𝖤
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

LIFE AT THE BURROW was as different as possible from life on Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys' house burst with the strange and unexpected.

Harry had his first strange encounter when he looked in the mirror over the kitchen's table and it shouted, "Tuck in your shirt in, scruffy."

Then there was the ghoul in the attic. It howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet.

But it didn't compare to the small explosions coming from Fred and George's bedroom, which were considered perfectly normal.

What Harry found most unusual about life at Ron's, however, wasn't the talking mirror or the clanking ghoul: It was the fact that everybody there seemed to like him.

Mrs. Weasley fussed over the state of his socks and tried to force him to eat fourth helpings at every meal.

Mr. Weasley liked Harry to sit next to him at the dinner table so that he could bombard him with questions about life with Muggles, asking him to explain how things like plugs and the postal service worked.

"Fascinating." he would say as Harry talked him through using a telephone. "Ingenious, really, how many ways Muggles have found of getting along without magic."

Harry heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after he had arrived at the Burrow.

He and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table.

The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter.

Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun.

"Oh, dear, be careful," said Mr. Weasley, looking up from his newspaper. "Good morning, boys."

Harry and Ron greeted him back. As if pretending he hadn't noticed the accident, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him.

"Letters from school," said Mr. Weasley, passing Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. "Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry - doesn't miss a trick, that man. You two've got them, too," he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas.