The Raven's Call

Holidays at the Burrow

Saturday, July 13th 1996
Exactly 12 o'clock, midnight.

"Mum!"
I hear Ginny call from the bottom floor.

"Ginny, what is it?"
Molly replied, her voice a bit closer to where my room was located, the very top.

"I was only wondering when Harry got here."

"What? Harry? Harry who?"

"Harry Potter, of course."

"I think I'd know if Harry Potter was in my house, wouldn't I?"

"His trunk's in the kitchen, and his owl."

"No, dear, I seriously doubt that."

I close my book and sigh, hearing more footsteps from below me.

"Harry? Did someone say 'Harry'?"
I hear Ron's voice.

"Me, nosy. Is he up there with you?"
Ginny asks back.

"Of course not. I think I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't I?"
Merlin, Ron. You sound just like your mother.

"Is that an owl I heard?"
Hermione's voice joins in as I finally emerge from my room.

"You haven't seen him, have you?"
Ginny asks. 

"What's going on?"
I ask, looking down at Ginny from the very top.

"Apparently he's wandering about the house."
She answers.

"Really?"
I ask back.

"Really."
I hear Harry's voice respond.

"Oh, he really is here."
I say as I follow the others downstairs.

"Harry!"
Hermione exclaims as she hugs him, after he'd broken off a hug with Ginny, followed by a hug from Ron, a nod towards me and another hug from Molly.

"What a lovely surprise. Why didn't you let us know you were coming?"
Molly exclaims.

"I didn't know. Dumbledore."
Harry responded with a smile.

"Oh, that man! But then, what would we do without him?" 
Molly rhetorically asks, before looking back at Ron, who was staring and pointing at something on Hermione's face.

"Got a bit of toothpaste.."
He mumbles, making Hermione smile and laugh a little. Needless to say the rest of us were feeling a bit awkward.

We make our way back upstairs as Ron and Hermione wanted to catch up with Harry. I begin making my way back to my room before Hermione stops me. 

"Come on."
She smiles, pulling me into Ron's room.

We take a seat on the floor around a floating crumbled up newspaper, that was slowly burning for warmth.

"So, when did you get here?"
Harry asks Hermione.

"A few days ago.. Though for a while I wasn't sure I was coming."
She admits.