adored by him | *under editing*

second year × 17

The boys flew throughout the night, arriving at the Weasley's home - The Burrow - early hours of the next morning. The Burrow was a charming building that looked as though a new room had been added every time a child was born. It was wonky and, no doubt magic was being used to keep it standing, but it was unique.

Quietly, they crept through the door and into the house where Harry's jaw dropped in awe. The inside was just as unique with dishes washing themselves, a scarf being knitted with magic and a grand clock. Harry watched with fascination as Ron, Fred and George's faces moved to 'home'.

"It's not much, but it's home." Ron looked around sheepishly.

"I think it's brilliant." Harry praised, earning a grin from the boy. However, all their faces dropped as an angry screeching filled the house.

"Where have you been?!" Mrs Weasley stomped into sight, hands on her hips. All of a sudden, her face softened at the sight of a confused Harry. "Harry, dear. How wonderful to see you." But, in a flash, all traces of softness were gone as her head snapped back to her guilt-ridden sons. "Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!" She scolded, her tone softening again. "Of course, I don't blame you, Harry."

"But they were starving him, mum!" Ron defended, the twins nodding frantically behind him. "There were bars on his windows!"

"You best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley." Ron shrunk back into himself as Mrs Weasley wrapped an arm around Harry and led him to the table. "Come on, Harry. Time for a spot of breakfast."

The delicious aroma of sausages, bacon and eggs danced around the kitchen as it eventually filled with the red-heads. A small girl abruptly entered the room. "Mummy! Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" She exclaimed desperately.

"Yes, dear. It was on the cat." The girl nodded before locking eyes with Harry. They widened immediately.

"Hello." Harry greeted but she pulled a strange, sort of shocked face before dashing back upstairs. Harry turned to Ron, "W-what'd I do?"

"Ginny." Ron said. "Been talking about you all summer. Bit annoying really." Then, his face contorted suggestively. "Guess Nadia has some competition, eh mate?"

The twins perked. "Nadia, eh?"

"Got yourself a goodun there, Harry." George winked causing the boy to turn a deep crimson. Then, a man walked through the door, seemingly quite tired and stressed.

"Morning, Weasleys!"

"Morning, dad!" They chorused back. He gave Mrs Weasley a peck on the cheek before collapsing at the end of the table.

"What a night. Nine raids, nine!" He complained.

"Raids?" Harry whispered to Ron.

"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office. Dad loves muggles - thinks they're fascinating." Ron explained whilst scoffing down his breakfast. Harry nodded before his attention was grabbed by the man. 

"Ah. Who are you?" He smiled with curiosity.

"Oh sorry, sir. I'm Harry." He said. "Harry Potter."