Harriet Potter

What followed was one of the fastest passing summers ever, and probably the happiest—why not?You only need to stay with Dursley for two weeks, and you can enjoy the care and delicious food at the Burrow for the rest of the time, and unlike school, you don't need to worry about your homework. I can fly all day long if I want.

I'm well-known in and out of school for many reasons, flying skills being the unremarkable one, but my favourite.If I lived to defeat Voldemort and save the world, my friends and grandchildren would be full of children, I might never tell my children the story of stabbing a basilisk with a Gryffindor sword or escaping from being surrounded by Voldemort and all the Death Eaters , but will surely boast to them that I was the youngest Seeker in nearly a century.There are always too many things that have to be done and too few possible wishes for me, I can't help wishing Mrs Weasley was my mother when she kissed me on the cheek An owl comes with a letter from me on its lap, or laughs with the twins and wishes it had a brother too, but every time I take off on a broomstick, all I think is, I want nothing but this moment.

The evening became the lowest hour of the day.No one could combine Mrs. Weasley's command and culinary skills, and Landing put away his broom and walked back to the Burrow in the afterglow of the sun, it was like being beaten back to reality.I awoke from a dream of wind and sun to remember that I was an orphan, hated by the only remaining blood relatives in this world, and marked as a rival by the most terrible dark wizard who ever lived.People are dying where I can't see them, and I can't help any of them.

It's a ridiculous idea, and all my friends would tell me in their own way: don't be stupid, it's not your fault.They don't understand that if there is such an evil being that you have destroyed and then forced to participate in its rebirth, and you are called to fight to the death by a prophecy you know is destined to be fulfilled, then all the disasters he caused before will be like yours. wrong.

No amount of other people's banter on the walk back to the Burrow from the improvised Quidditch pitch on the hillside could take away my frustration, made worse by the bad news from the order of the Order of the Phoenix.Unnatural disasters befall the country, several members are murdered, Florin Foster disappears... I never asked to be a "savior" of any kind, the problem is that I'm used to being expected and understand that this is The better of my lot, and those happened when I was sound asleep or playing Quidditch.

Luckily, dinner always saves the day, and I eat three portions of everything Mrs Weasley serves, and I can put my boring thoughts out of my head until dessert arrives.Most of the lighthearted time I spent with Bill Ron Ginny was endlessly discussing player selection, field preemption and tactics, and yes, I got a letter from Hogwarts this holiday with a captain's badge attached, That means I have to work hard for the entire Gryffindor team after school starts.I wasn't at all sure I'd be able to do this well, but what the hell, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I can even prove it by summoning a Patronus with a memory that received a badge.

The only thing Hermione could do during our chat was to fill in dry historical allusions, and then she stopped talking.She had only been with her parents for about ten days before coming to the Burrow largely because she was my friend, which put her in danger, and now I think lonely.Sometimes I feel guilty seeing Hermione with her back to us, six out of seven of the Weasleys love Quidditch more than books, and she lost the only person she had anything to talk about when Percy left.She was always very impatient when I tried to talk to her away from everyone else, and Hermione was the smartest witch in the class, and of course she could see that I didn't really want to talk about homework or exams at all.

"I'm going back to my room to read."

Hermione stood up, and Crookshanks jumped from her lap to her feet, and that's how things always went.Ron raised his head from the conjecture about the possibility of Jack Sloper's return to the team, and asked her in surprise, "Aren't you planning to pass the NEWTs exam this year?" Then when the latter rushed upstairs angrily, I saw Fleur in Smiling, Bill was sighing and Ginny rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

"Want to play wizard chess, Ron?" I asked.

"Get ready to lose to me again, huh?" Ron immediately forgot about the poor batsman. "Wait, I'll get the chess."

"Just take it to Hermione's room, I'll go up later."

"She's reading." Ron hesitated.

"She needs to relax, and she likes to play chess," I said. "One day she will beat you."

"Then you'll have to wait a long time." Ron grinned and ran upstairs two steps at a time.

I turned around to find the rest of the people smiling at me.

"I can't believe it works every time." Ginny shook her head. "I'm still wondering when he'll find out you never 'come up later'."

"Of course he found out, he just wanted it to happen." Bill said vaguely as he took a bite of the small cake that Fleur had fed to his mouth.

Ginny firmly turned her gaze away from the unmarried couple and landed on the pudding in front of her, "I don't know how you put up with them for so many years, Harry."

I was too busy with pudding to answer, Fleur fondled Bill's cheek and said "fool boy", but Ginny rarely refuted.

Later Mrs Weasley hurried to the door with an exclamation, wiping her hands on her apron.Me, Ginny, and Bill looked at the big clock by the sink at the same time, and sure enough, the pointer representing Mr. Weasley jumped to "on the road".This clock that doesn't tell the time is my favorite thing in the house, and Mr. Weasley's hand has several hands stacked together pointing to "mortal danger", which should be disturbing, but I look at it Sometimes I can't help but realize that one of them represents me.I've lost my family since I was a year old, but The Burrow is enough to feel like another.

After exchanging passwords - "What do you like me to call you when we're alone?" This password can still make her blush like a little girl whose kiss has been stolen.Bill exchanged a few pleasantries with his father, then yawned and went back to the room with Fleur, while Ginny and I delayed our bedtime for a while to listen to Mr. Weasley tell how he caught two gangs selling counterfeit amulets today guy.It wasn't until we were upstairs, too, that Ron emerged from Hermione's room, carrying the Wizard's chess box, undoubtedly in high spirits.

"I win it all," he announced to us, and Ginny let out a murmur of choked-up laughter behind me.

"I'm going back to bed," she announced, walking briskly to her room.

"Not bad," I said, "how's Hermione?"

"Oh, you know her, she's not too convinced, she just refuses to accept what she's not good at. But when I asked her if she wanted to continue tomorrow, she agreed." Ron must not have realized that he had a big smile on his face. giggle.

"So you guys just... play chess?"

"And chatting, of course, we talked about prophecy..." Ron stopped the topic so quickly that I thought he would choke on it, "...None of us will take a divination class next semester, will we? I also asked her about the perfume I gave you earlier."

Oh my God, "What did she say?"

"She likes it, too bad Crookshanks is allergic to it. Stupid cat." Ron shrugged. "It's a success anyway, isn't it?"

I vaguely agreed that a romantic gift was my idea, and when I saw the gaudy pink and gold packaging of the bottle I realized it wasn't as well executed as I'd hoped.Hermione only sprayed once tentatively, and it took half an hour to get rid of the smell of babo tuber pus mixed with lizard viscera.

Then I realized that Ron was looking at me expectantly, and I froze for a moment. "Next you can... compliment her often."

Ron laughed loudly, "Haven't I praised her enough? She knows everything!"

"It's not just about being smart," I said patiently. "Be specific, the little things she's good at, her hair, her eyes—you have to let her know that you think she's attractive."

Ron's face flushed from the last word, he said good night quickly and went back to his room, I guess he'll spend the rest of his bedtime thinking about it.

When I opened the door to my room, another thing was going through my mind.By the end of the seven hours I had confided the entirety of the prophecy to Ron and Hermione, and we hadn't spoken about it since, but apparently they would discuss it at length in my absence.Voldemort and I were the only ones to survive, a future they accepted far less easily than they let on, but Ron was still playing Quidditch with me and begging for presents, and Hermione was still fighting for my new Make a study plan for the school year.

Somehow, that seemed to make the nightmare that was bound to happen later seem less unbearable.