𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 harry potter.

Beginning

THE WEASLEY HOUSE LOOKED as though it had once been a large stone pigsty, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several storeys high and so crooked it looked as though it was held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lop-sided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read 'The Burrow'. Round the front door lay a jumble of wellington boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

"It's not much," said Ron.

"It's brilliant," said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.

The three Weasley boys tried their best to be as inconspicuous as possible. It was almost the crack of dawn, yet they know better not to cause any noise that would rouse their dear mum from her slumber. She was a force to be reckoned with, to be sure.

Unfortunately, Mrs Weasley seemed to be far from asleep. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket. "Morning, mum," said George, in what Harry thought was a jaunty, winning voice.

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone. . . could have crashed . . . out of my mind with worry. . . did you care? . . . never, as long as I've lived. . . you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy. . ."

"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.

"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job --"

After Mrs Weasley's lengthy soliloquy on how Fred and George should pay more attention to their studies and keep their toes in line like their older brothers have done in order to set a good example for Ron and the twin sisters, she finally turned to Harry who backed away.

"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she said, "Come in and have some breakfast."

Your every wish is my command. . . My fragile heart is in your hand . . .

Celestina Warbeck's 'You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me' was playing out of an old radio next to the sink. Harry watched as Mrs Weasley clattered around, cooking breakfasts haphazardly while still not being able to move on from the fright her children had caused her.

Alvona 'Ally'  (al-lee) Weasley, along with her twin, Ginny, appeared in the kitchen. Ginny gave a small squeal, and ran out again. Ally watched as her twin hastened back to their room, leaving her the subject of curiosity among her family and Harry Potter. Ally shrugged before settling herself next to Percy.

"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry," grinned Fred, but he caught his mother's eye and bent his face over his plate without another word.

After breakfast, Mrs Weasley had tasked her children to de-gnome as a punishment for sneaking out and stealing Arthur's car. "Harry, you can go up to bed, dear," she added to Harry. "Ally, you go help your brothers."

Ally's jaw dropped in an instant, earning a cheeky grin from her brothers. She flicked her head towards her mother, "I wasn't even there!"

She glared towards her brothers, who were enticed with the simple fact that their youngest sibling is forced to help them de-gnome. Harry looked at the girl as if she was a curious little thing and said, "I'll help Ron, I've never seen a de-gnoming --"

Mrs Weasley thought this was very sweet, but insisted that de-gnoming is dull work. She pulled Gilderoy Lockhart's book on his Guide to Household Pests. "Oh, he is marvellous," she said, "he knows his household pests, all right, it's a wonderful book. . ."