Harry's finally at the Burrow.
He got off the flying car. Ron, Fred, and George just rescued him from the Dursleys. They entered the house and met a frantic looking Mrs. Weasley.
"Where have you been?!" She screams at the boys, "No note! Car gone! Beds empty! You could have died. You could have been seen! Of course I don't blame you, Harry dear."
Ron mumbled, "They we're starving him mum! There were bars on his window!
"You better hope I don't but bars on your window." she sighs, "Come one Harry, have a spot of breakfast."
Harry sat down at the table, combing his hand through his messy red hair, a common habit when he was nervous.
Mrs. Weasley put a plate loaded with baken, eggs, and toast in front of him. His sparkling green eyes grew wider with surprise and gratefulness right before he started eating.
The rest of the family sat down, and was silent until Mr. Weasley came in and took a seat right next to Harry.
"Hello there!" He said, "Y...your not one of my children are you?"
"No, sir," Harry said, slightly amused, "My name's Harry Potter."
Scratch the first line. Harry's finally at home.
Note: pretty much same thing. I don't own Harry Potter! J. K. Rowling does.
Some things from mxlfoydraco, mimosaeyes, and dravni.
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The Slip
FanfictionThe week after Sirius died, Harry is constantly pestered by Snape during potions class. That's when he lets a secret slip. Other short stories If you don't like Harry Potter, skip to the sixth part. I don't own Harry Potter! Most credits to J. K...
