Fred walked quietly to the window, carefully opening it to unlock the door. His eyes darted around, ensuring the coast was clear before beckoning the others inside.
"Come on. Okay, come on. Shhh! Shhh!" he whispered urgently, motioning for them to follow.
Ron, who had followed behind, asked, "Do you think it’d be all right if we had some of this?"
George, grinning mischievously, replied, "Yeah, Mum would never know."
Ron shrugged, picking up a roll of bread. "It’s not much, but it’s home."
Harry, wide-eyed, took in the sight of the Burrow. "I think it’s... brilliant," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
“You're at the Weasleys?” Lily’s voice carried a mix of surprise and suspicion. “But how did you get there? As far as I know, that wretched sister of mine and her husband wouldn’t have let you go that easily.”
Harry gave her a sheepish smile, avoiding her sharp gaze. Lily’s eyes narrowed, sensing something was off.
“Actually… they, uh, rescued me from there,” Harry admitted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“Rescued?” Lily’s tone shifted, growing more demanding. “Explain!”
“Oh, it’s nothing much,” Harry mumbled, clearly not wanting to delve into the details.
"Merlin’s beard, that clock is brilliant," someone shouted from the crowd.
Ron looked up at Harry’s mesmerized expression and smiled slowly, clearly pleased with Harry's reaction. However, before the moment could sink in, Mrs. Weasley’s booming voice echoed through the kitchen.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" she yelled, making all the boys jump out of their skin.
Everyone sitting in the Hall flinched as Molly turned red.
“Merlin, she can scream.”
Fred, George, and Ron immediately hid the rolls behind their backs, trying to look innocent. Mrs. Weasley, though fuming at her sons, softened when her gaze landed on Harry.
"Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear," she said sweetly, her tone changing drastically as she smiled at him. Then she whirled back to Fred, George, and Ron. "Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could've died! You could've been seen!" she scolded them before returning her attention to Harry once more, her voice gentle again. "Of course, I don’t blame you, Harry, dear."
“We are totally not confused.” Dorcas commented.
Ron, trying to defend their actions, quickly chimed in, "They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!"
“BARS ON THE WINDOW?”
“STARVING!”
Heads turned sharply toward Harry; their eyes filled with questions. He shifted uncomfortably under their intense gazes, feeling the weight of a particularly piercing stare from across the room.
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