Post by Harry Potter on Jan 14, 2012 22:32:44 GMT -5
Harry was numb. It had only been three days since the very narrow escape they had had in moving him from Privet Drive to the Burrow. He was sick and tired of everyone getting hurt and dying for him and was anxious to get on the move with hunting horcruxes. Just for a feeling of actually doing something. But unfortunately, as Ron and Hermione kept reminding him in a sort of panicked tone (as though they were afraid he was going to pack up in the middle of the night and vanish on his own) that he had to stick around until he was seventeen or he would still have the trace on him. And then there was also Bill and Fleur's wedding to take into consideration.
"Harry dear, where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley was obviously trying to keep her tone polite, upbeat and free of worry as she stopped Harry by the back door. He had been on his way outside for some fresh air and some time to himself to think but if he told Mrs. Weasley the truth, she probably would insist that someone go with him. She had become more than her usual overly protective self ever since the "incident". So instead, he acted as though he wasn't going to be alone. "I'm meeting..." He cast his mind around desperately for a name. He couldn't say Ron or Hermione without her immediately going all tense and quiet and finding something far away from them for him to do. She had been like that ever since she found out that the three of them weren't planning to return to hogwarts.
"...Hagrid in the orchard. He said he had something to tell me...about my parents..." He threw that last bit in there for sentimental effect and it worked instantaneously. Mrs. Weasley's eyes welled up and she nodded, saying nothing further. Harry felt a touch guilty about lying but he really needed to be on his own for a few minutes at the very least. He had been smothered by not only Mrs. Weasley but other order members ever since their scare with the death eaters. No one wanted him going anywhere alone for fear of voldemort popping up and offing him...though no one was indelicate enough to actually say this.
Harry climbed to the top of the hill in the orchard and sank down against the base of a large tree. He looked around with a fond reminiscence of all the times he and the weasleys and even hermione sometimes had played quidditch in the summers. It was like remembering a much happier time. A friend or relative he had lost and wasn't going to get back thanks to all the darkness taking over. Pain tugged at his heartstrings. He needed to start this horcrux hunt. Soon.
"Harry dear, where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley was obviously trying to keep her tone polite, upbeat and free of worry as she stopped Harry by the back door. He had been on his way outside for some fresh air and some time to himself to think but if he told Mrs. Weasley the truth, she probably would insist that someone go with him. She had become more than her usual overly protective self ever since the "incident". So instead, he acted as though he wasn't going to be alone. "I'm meeting..." He cast his mind around desperately for a name. He couldn't say Ron or Hermione without her immediately going all tense and quiet and finding something far away from them for him to do. She had been like that ever since she found out that the three of them weren't planning to return to hogwarts.
"...Hagrid in the orchard. He said he had something to tell me...about my parents..." He threw that last bit in there for sentimental effect and it worked instantaneously. Mrs. Weasley's eyes welled up and she nodded, saying nothing further. Harry felt a touch guilty about lying but he really needed to be on his own for a few minutes at the very least. He had been smothered by not only Mrs. Weasley but other order members ever since their scare with the death eaters. No one wanted him going anywhere alone for fear of voldemort popping up and offing him...though no one was indelicate enough to actually say this.
Harry climbed to the top of the hill in the orchard and sank down against the base of a large tree. He looked around with a fond reminiscence of all the times he and the weasleys and even hermione sometimes had played quidditch in the summers. It was like remembering a much happier time. A friend or relative he had lost and wasn't going to get back thanks to all the darkness taking over. Pain tugged at his heartstrings. He needed to start this horcrux hunt. Soon.
