June 26th 1996
Sirius and Hermione walked into Grimmauld Place the next day with their arms filled with packages.
"What's all of that?" Molly Weasley asked when they came into the dining room. She was putting breakfast on the table while Ron and Ginny were setting the places.
"My mum and I bought Harry a new wardrobe last night," Hermione explained excitedly. "Those dreadful clothes of his cousin's can now be burned," She gave a quick glance at Ginny and could see her cheeks turning red. Then she looked at Ron who scowled as he thumped down the last two plates a little harder than he should have.
"Well that was nice of you," Molly replied. "The boy needs something. Could you go wake him up? We'll be eating soon."
"Gladly Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. "I was taking these up anyway."
It was ten minutes later when Harry and Hermione appeared. Harry was dressed in a new pair of jeans and the t-shirt with the dragon on it. Everyone including Sirius, Fleur and Bill were already at the table.
"Ees zat some of ze clothes you bought 'ermione?" Fleur asked. "Zey fit 'im very nicely."
"Yes thank you," Hermione replied as she sat down beside Harry.
"Ees zat a 'orntail dragon?" Fleur continued. "I remember when you flew against zat dragon. Eet was very impressive."
It was during breakfast that Hermione realized a possible mistake of getting Harry a new wardrobe might be. She glanced over at Ginny and caught the youngest Weasley staring at her husband with nothing less than a hungry gleam in her eyes that had nothing to do with the food on the table. Ginny quickly looked away when she noticed Hermione's eyes on her.
"Ginny was staring at you just now," Hermione said.
"And?"
"With the look she just had, I think she wants to pour the whole container of lust potion in your goblet right now and drag you off to her bed."
"That bad?"
"Possibly, but fortunately you're protected. We just need to be on our guard."
"You be careful, it might not be potions you know. She might try to physically hurt you."
"Only in frustration or desperation, but we do need to be ready to act as soon as she tries something."
"Speaking of that," Harry said and he turned his attention to Mrs. Weasley. "How's Mr. Weasley?"
"Oh he's going to be fine," she assured Harry. "The Healers say his arm will be a little weak for a couple of days, but that's all. We're going over right after breakfast and bring him home."
"Should we come?" Harry asked.
"No," Molly replied a little too rapidly. "Dumbledore wants you to remain inside."
"That's not what I asked," Harry said sharply. "But obviously it's about the only answer I'll get. Understand Mrs. Weasley I don't really care what Dumbledore wants," He got up and Hermione stood beside him. "I'll be in my room. Let me know when Mr. Weasley gets back," He turned and started out of the dining room.
"Harry Potter," Mrs. Weasley's voice cut through the dead silence that enveloped the dining room. "You should not speak of the Headmaster that way. He's done nothing but..." she didn't finish because Harry had turned around, his green eyes flashing.
"Done what?" Harry asked his voice calm which distinctly differed from the look in his eyes. "What exactly do you think the Headmaster has done for me? Besides try to control me from almost the day I was born that is," Harry was about to say 'ask your son if he's kept something important from me' but then remembered this Ron didn't know about the prophecy.
"He has nothing but your safety and well being in mind," Molly replied as her face turned red.
"Safe so I can die properly?" Harry asked Hermione but she was already facing Molly Weasley.
"How can you believe that Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked. "Even in the castle HE controls Harry's been in constant danger and that does not even begin to describe the summers or the time before Hogwarts. Your sons had to go rescue him from those people. Did you ever ask what they faced? Bars on the windows, locked in his bedroom? He was THERE because of Dumbledore."
"No Hermione," Harry said as he put his hand on her arm. "Let's not go there. It's not important anymore."
Hermione looked like she really wanted to object, but stopped and nodded. "Sorry," She apologized. She then turned her glare back on Molly one last time before Harry took her hand and pulled her out of the dining room. They could still hear Sirius and Molly until they reached the steps.
"Molly," Sirius said, "as I told Emmaline yesterday, I don't give a rat's arse about what Dumbledore wants or says when it comes to Harry. He is my responsibility and I will decide what he does."
"Sirius Black, you are just..."
The sounds faded as Harry and Hermione made their way up the steps.
"What are we doing today?" Harry asked.
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