A Turn of Events

The Strange House

I woke up to the smell of poached eggs on toast and the morning sun in my eyes. I hadn't smelt something so good in ages......Hang on a minute why does it smell like this?
"Wake up sleepy head!" I hear a unfamiliar voice call.
I must've been out for a while because all of a sudden when I open my eyes there's so much more furniture, it's like I was in a different house.
"Where am I?" I asked, very confused.
"At my place, I mean you couldn't possibly think I'd stay in that dump of a place you've been staying at. Could you?" She replied.
"Ummmm......Who are you, I don't remember much of what happened before I umm....." Ron said sounding confused.
"Don't worry deary you'll be alright. Now we need to discuss something."
"And what exactly is that Stranger?"
"Harry Potter."
I felt sick just hearing the name that thing, that thing that let my girlfriend die.
I didn't want to talk about him but I was intrigued to know what she had to say about the little bastard, "what about, harry potter." I cringed at the name.