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chapter seventy-nine. (a mother's wrath )
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THE SHOCK OF LOSING MAD-EYE hung over the Manor in the days that followed; Ascella kept expecting to see him stumping in through the back door like the other Order members, who passed in and out to relay news. Ascella knew that Harry was suffering from an immense amount of guilt, but she had forbid him to leave before the wedding of Bill and Karina, knowing Mrs. Weasley would never let him live it down if he left.
"Well, you can't do anything about the"— Ron mouthed the word Horcruxes — "till you're seventeen. You've still got the Trace on you. And we can plan here as well as anywhere, can't we? Or," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "d'you reckon you already know where the You-Know-Whats are?"
"No," Harry admitted.
"I think Hermione's been doing a bit of research," said Ron. "She said she was saving it for when you got here."
Ascella snorted. "I wouldn't be surprised. I'm sure most of her trunk was filled with books when we packed up at the end of school."
The three of them were sitting in the dining room, a moment away from everyone else. The grand room was hardly ever used, considering it was just Ascella and Seraphina growing up ( and Binky, of course ), but now that most of the Weasleys were staying with them and everyone else, dinners were being held in the dining room from then on out. Ascella sipped on a mug of tea while Mrs. Weasley prepped breakfast and Seraphina went to wake up Ginny, Hermione — and Sirius, as he wouldn't rise for hours unless someone woke him up.
"The Trace'll break on the thirty-first," said Harry. "That means I only need to stay here four days. Then I can — "
"Five days," Ron corrected him firmly. "We've got to stay for the wedding. They'll kill us if we miss it."
