About Harry

Albus

I'll strangle that piece of shit at the first chance I get! Fortunately for him Sunrise's presence shields him from my physical wrath.

But nothing can save him from my verbal one 'Are you out of your mind completely???' I shout walking threateningly in his direction, while grandma's hand grasps my shoulder to retain me.

'Do you realise the condition he is in? He almost died! He has been tortured! He is wrecked to bits, and you go and tell him that it's his fault??'

He death stare me trying to calm Sunrise who is screaming as if possessed all her face congested.

'You are a fucking daddy's boy!' he says accusingly 'You don't get it, do you?!'

The noise in the room had attracted attention and all together: Uncle George, Bill, and Ron stumble in the room.

'What's going on in here?' Bill asks stern.

But nobody answers him, me and James are glowering at each other, and Sunrise is still crying her eyes out shouting for dad.

Grandma profiting of the diversion rush to James taking Sunrise from him, endeavouring to calm her down with some soothing hushing.

James doesn't oppose too taken by our exchange.

'That madman wanted to kill him, mum has been used to get to him! How long do you think it'll take for a new madman to make the same connection? To use the same mean to get to him?'

'I don't care. I'll stay with dad' I say firmly.

'Surprise, surprise' he smiles maliciously 'Daddy's boy'

'Stop it!' I bellow enraged.

'But you are. You don't care about mum being dead because of him. You just care about him' he spits disgusted.

Rage lash and whips me so fast it catches me unaware.

My mind gets suddenly crowded with mum. Mum who kisses me goodnight when I was little, the tickles fights, me hiding under the table while she was making a tart and her slipping a slice of apple to me time to time as if by mistake, mum telling me laughingly with a hint of pride that I was a Weasley through and through when cutting my hair so like her own.

And always mum only a few days ago in the morgue, her hair arranged on one side, her eyes closed.

I lunge toward him blinded by these visions, I can barely hear Grandma gasping alarmed, but he is ready. It is what he was expecting, probably what he was hoping.

But, as him, everybody else is on the lookout too.

George and Bill sprint forward stopping me as I was about to grasp him, keeping hold of me. I struggle but they won't let me go.

'Calm down.' Bill orders me severe.

George, who is keeping me likewise, stares hard at James 'You know, you actually deserved a good socking. Stop saying bollocks. You should take example from your brother. It's not your father's fault.'

'I actually think he is quite right'

This voice come unexpectedly from a corner and, as we were all so taken, it took us a good moment to understand the provenance of it.

Distracted, Bill and George loosen up their hold on me, but I'm so staggered my anger had subsided fast.

It's uncle Ron, arms folded, looking darkly.