A Young Wizard's Journey - Rising Phoenix

Duplication

Hermione and Y/N had no idea as to what exactly Ron had meant by them being put to work, but the scope of it became apparent almost at once.

The amount of people currently residing within the Burrow meant that it was almost always within a semi-consistent state of mess.

Loose clothes, rogue plates or cups or other such things littering the floor, each a coin toss between Mrs Weasley politely asking someone to clean it up or exploding at the sheer amount of them.

But cleaning was hardly their only task. Wrapping presents, sorting registries, cleaning the chickens, de-gnoming the garden. It seemed as though no matter how often they did a job over the next week, it needed to be done again within another few hours.

Fred and George in particular were vocal about their dislike of this, regularly attempting to refuse to do tasks that they'd been asked to do previously. Though attempting was definitely the key word there.

But Y/N was beginning to get the feeling that Mrs Weasley's chores had a deeper meaning.

Ron had apparently mentioned to Mrs Weasley that he, Hermione, Y/N and Harry would not be returning to Hogwarts that year.

'I think she's doing this to try and keep us away from each other. She'll interrogate both of you about it soon I'm sure, she's barely left me alone,' Ron whispered to them a couple of days after their arrival.

Y/N couldn't help but agree. Especially as it also helped explain why he, and only he, had been asked to attend "Order meetings" every evening so far, which normally consisted of one or two Order members popping around for a chat and little else.

But every time Y/N had attempted to excuse himself, Mrs Weasley had brought up a rather important topic and he'd been forced to remain so that he actually knew what was going on, normally resulting in Hermione and Ginny being fast asleep, or close to, by the time he finally got back upstairs.

Also matching Ron's prediction, on the third day after they'd arrived, Mrs Weasley set Y/N the task of realigning some of the roof tiles that had been knocked loose by a rather nasty bout of wind the previous night. Whilst outside, she made her way innocently toward him.

'Y/N, a quick question, Ron seems to be under the impression that you, him, Hermione, and Harry aren't returning to Hogwarts this year.'

'That is correct, Mrs Weasley,' said Y/N, not looking at her.

'Oh. And may I ask why that is?' said Mrs Weasley, in a falsely sweet voice that reminded Y/N uncomfortably of Umbridge attempting to interrogate him.

'Mission from Dumbledore, can't say any more.'

'Well... I'm sure Dumbledore would have wanted you to finish your education, I'm sure if you shared with the Order-'

'Mrs Weasley, with all due respect, the task was given to Harry, and in turn, passed on to me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the Order representative on this one.'

'Well yes,' said Mrs Weasley, maintaining the falsely sweet voice she had since arriving. 'And there's no doubt that you're capable, Y/N. But you must see how important your next year is-'

'I do. And I also know that what we're doing is significantly more important.'

'How can it be more important than your education?' snapped Mrs Weasley, her calm façade falling away briefly.

'Mrs Weasley,' said Y/N, detaching his eyes from the roof to look at her. 'I can split myself into eight different beings all capable of monumental feats of magic. I hold one of the single most magical creatures in existence at my beck and call and have only concretely lost to two of the Death Eaters. Snow, and Voldemort himself. If you would care to share what exactly my seventh year could teach me, I am all ears.'