The Burrow
(As the Anglia drops through a pink sky, a haphazard mess of a house, built around a towering central chimney, appears below. By the road, a lopsided sign reads: The Burrow. The car touches down in a whirling cone of dust, scatters a group of chickens, and fishtails to a halt. The boys spill quickly out of the car. Fred whispers urgently)
Fred: Hurry! Let's nip inside before Mum wakes up!
(The boys sneak inside, gently close the door. Y/n and Harry stop. Magical objects surround them. A clock displays different chores for each family member. A pair of needles knit a sweater by themselves. And a stack of playing cards that shuffle themselves, providing a cooling breeze for Ron's aging rat, scabbers. Ron shrugs, averts his eyes self-consciously)
Ron: It's not much.
Harry: I think it's...
Y/n: Brilliant.
Harry: What he said.
(Ron looks up. Sees Harry's mesmerized face. Slowly... grins)
Mrs. Weasley: WHERE... HAVE... YOU... BEEN?!
(The boys nearly jump out of their skin. Mrs. Weasley stands in the doorway. Furious. She smiles sweetly at Harry and Y/n)
Mrs. Weasley: Harry! Y/n! How wonderful to see you.
Y/n: Nice to see you too Mrs. Weasley.
(She turns back towards the others)
Mrs. Weasley: Beds empty! No note! You could've died! You could've been seen!
(Turns to Y/n and Harry again)
Mrs. Weasley: I don't blame you two, of course, dears.
Ron: They were starving Harry, Mum! There were bars on his window!
Mrs. Weasley: You best hope I don't put bars onyour window, Ronald Weasley! Care for a spot of tea, Harry? Y/n?
Ginny: Mummy. Have you seen my jumper-
(A small, red headed girl appears. She sees Y/n and squels then she dashes back up the stairs)
Y/n: Is Ginny alright?
(Ron frowns)
Ron: Yeah. Every since you visited she would not stop talking about you. Dead annoying, really.
George: Dad's home!
(The front door opens and Arthur Weasley enters. A tallman with red hair, his robes look dusty and travel-worn)
Mr. Weasley: What a night! Nine raids! Nine!
Harry: Raids?
Ron: Dad works at the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.
Harry: The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts...?
Ron: That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking door keys, that kind of thing. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating.
(Mr. Weasley hangs up his cloak, turns. He smiles when he sees Y/n)
Mr. Weasley: Ah, Y/n. When did you arrive?
Y/n: Just now. Ron, Fred and George came and picked me up then we went and picked up Harry here.
(Mr. Weasley turns to look at Harry with slightly wide eyed)
Mr. Weasley: Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course.
Mrs. Weasley: This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey house and back last night.
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The Grandson of Grindelwald || Harry Potter x Male Reader (On Hold)
FanfictionY/n is a mysterious young man with extremely powerful magic, after all he is the son of the Dark Lord Voldemort and the Grandson of the most infamous Dark Wizard Gellert Grindelwald. One day on his birthday he is given a letter and a book that was l...
