"And I told you that it was a stupid mistletoe! I don't like her anymore!" Violet yelled back, making Harry's glare turn into a surprised look.
ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ; ᴀᴅᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏʀ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ; ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ.
𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥�...
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"Official Ministry Business, my arse Weatherby!"
a/n: apparently spaces don't work in this timeline so please excuse any jumbled up words
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Only after a few hours of sleep, Mr. Weasley woke everyone up, and he seemed not to question why Violet's head was on Harry's chest when he went into the room. Violet helped the boys pack their things and waited for Mr. Weasley to take down the tent, then when they passed by Mr. Roberts at the door of his cottage, he said something very vaguely - along the lines of "Merry Christmas."
"He'll be alright," said Mr. Weasley as they marched off onto the moor. "Usually when a person's memory has been modified pretty heavily, they'll be very disoriented for a bit. And it was a big memory to modify."
Soon enough, after chatting with Basil (the person in charge of the portkeys), they were able to take an old rubber tire back to the Burrow.
The second they had walked through the door after a good walk across Ottery St. Catchpole, Mrs. Weasley attacked them all in a sudden hug, even including Violet in it.
"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!"
Mrs. Weasley looked pale and strained as she gave her husband a tight embrace. "Oh Arthur, I was so worried!" The Daily Prophet fell out of her hands and Harry could see the headline in very bold letters: SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a black and white moving photo of the Dark Mark over the treetops.
"You're all right," Mrs. Weasley muttered distractedly, releasing Mr. Weasley and staring at everyone with red eyes before them landing on Fred and George. "You're alive...oh boys..."
She had seized Fred and George and pulled them into a tight hug that their heads had banged together.
"Ouch! Mum...you're strangling us -" "I shouted at you before you left!" said Mrs. Weasley, starting to sob. "It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was you didn't get enough O.W.Ls? Oh Fred...George.."
Her face turned to Violet, and Violet thought she was going to be run out or yelled at for being here so last minute. "And dear, I might've not been kind to you, but I am so glad you are safe too." Mrs. Weasley said, shocking everyone by pulling her into a hug too. Violet hesitated but hugged back after a minute of shock passed her. "You'll be bunking with the girls in Ginny's room, alright? Arthur and Bee owled me last night."
