Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One

| Harry Goes Home

Mrs. Weasley noticed that Harry seemed downtrodden by the end of the first week. He had fun with Ron, the two of them becoming fast friends, but Mrs. Weasley always noticed that the boy would frown whenever he thought nobody was looking. After lunch on Harry's first Sunday with the Weasleys, Mrs. Weasley held him back. "Harry, can I talk with you?" she asked.

"Yeah?" Harry said looking at her from the kitchen table. Mrs. Weasley waited until everyone left before she asked, "Do you know how to write?"

"Huh?"

"I've seen you looking sad plenty of times here," Mrs. Weasley said. "Not that I don't blame you, I mean we are a rather large family and you didn't exactly voluntarily came here... Anyway, I am just wondering if you want to write a letter... to your family."

"I can do that?" Harry asked, looking confused than hopeful.

"Of course, yeah," Mrs. Weasley nodded. She turned around and rummaged in a drawer. "Let's see here... here's some parchment... and here's a quill." She pulled out an old looking tarnished quill and battered bottle of ink. She placed them in front of Harry along with a piece of parchment. "You do know how to write, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do," Harry nodded.

"Alright then," Mrs. Weasley smiled as she sat down across of Harry. "You write your letter and I'll send it with an owl."

Harry smiled and nodded enthusiastically. He looked at the piece of parchment and held the quill awkwardly, dumping it in the ink and began writing in big sloppy letters.

Dear Daddy, Mummy, and Draco,

I miss you! The Weasleys are nice but I miss you! There's a lot of Weasleys here. There's Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, their oldest Bill who's thirteen, Charlie who's twelve and got these BIG arms, Fred and George who are twins and six years old, Ron who's my age! And there's Ginny, but I don't talk a lot to Ginny because she's always helping Mrs. Weasley or I'm busy playing with Ron while she's doing something else.

Anyway I miss you and I'm doing well. Mrs. Weasley gives me triple helpings of everything and the Weasley boys are fun to play with.

But I still miss you guys! I can't wait till the month is gone and I can come home again. I'm still sad at the Ministry and Dumbledoor, I mean why did they have to force me here? I'm glad that I met Ron and the others but still I miss you guys! I hope I get to see you all again soon!

Love

Harry

P.S. Draco! Please don't be jealous that I'm friends with Ron! You're still my brother!

"I'm done," Harry smiled.

"Alright dear, can I check your spelling?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Okay," Harry nodded. He slid his letter to Mrs. Weasley who looked over his writing.

"You have very good spelling Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, giving Harry a smile. "Very good, even better than the twins when they were your age. ...Ah, here we are," she chuckled as she pointed her wand at a word. "You misspelled Dumbledore's name. It's D-U-M-B-L-E-D-O-R-E not D-U-M-B-L-E-D-O-O-R. It's not a word that is spelled like it sounds, but aside from that it's almost perfect."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said as Mrs. Weasley fixed his mistake. Mrs. Weasley tapped the paper again and the ink dried out. Harry folded the letter in thirds and gave it to Mrs. Weasley.

"I'll fetch Errol and have him deliver it then," she said sealing the letter and writing down the address. "It is Wiltshire, correct Harry?"

"Yes," Harry nodded. "Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire." Mrs. Weasley finished writing down the address and looked up at Harry. "There, all done. Now if you'll be a dear and help Ron and Charlie with the chickens, then you can go play."