Harry Potters Twin Book Five

Fears

"Harry will be coming any minute now," Mrs. Weasley said nervously, checking her watch.

The air was tense, everyone expecting the worst. Why would Harry take this long to come back unless he needed time for himself for a while?

"Well of course he's going to get off," Ron said, his voice unusually high. "I mean, Dumbledore is going to help him . . ."

His words trailed off into the tense air, no one daring to say a word. Every time they spoke their voices filled with doubt, making the room - if it was even possible at this point - even more tense. The Ministry seemed pretty keen to expell Harry, and though Dumbledore was a highly respected figure - could he really stop them from expelling one student?

But Harry wasn't just a student. He was Harry Potter. Everyone held a soft spot for him, even if they didn't want to.

We all heard the door open quietly and a moment later the kitchen door open. Harry imerged from it, his hand shaking in front of his face.

My stomach did a gigantic flip as I realised that he wasn't going to Hogwarts.

"Oh Harry - THAT WAS NOT FUNNY!" I screamed, hitting him over the head when he laughed and engulfing him in a hug. "YOU ARE A COMPLETE GIT - YOU KNOW THAT?"

Harry did nothing but laugh and hug me back.

"Well, of course I knew I had no reason to worry," I said, straightening out my clothes and giving myself a proud smile. "Dumbledore was helping you."

Harry sent me a disbalieving look and shook his head.

"I knew it!" yelled Ron, punching the air. "You always get away with stuff!"

"They were bound to clear you," said Hermione, who had looked positively faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes, "there was no case against you, none at all."

"Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering you all knew I'd get off," said Harry, smiling.

Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went: "He got off, he got off, he got off…"

"That's enough! Settle down!" shouted Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. "Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry -"

"What?" said Sirius sharply.

"He got off, he got off, he got off…"

"Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on Level Nine, then they went up to Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to know."

"Absolutely," said Sirius. "We'll tell him, don't worry."

"Well, I'd better get going, there's a vomiting toilet waiting for me in Bethnal Green. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner -"

"He got off, he got off, he got off…"

"That's enough - Fred - George - Ginny!" said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen.

"Harry, dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast."

Ron and Hermione sat themselves down opposite Harry while I sat beside him. It was then that I was truly happy. I was so happy that I felt like everything around me was glowing. The gloomy house seemed warmer and more welcoming all of a sudden; even Kreacher looked less ugly as he poked his snoutlike nose into the kitchen to investigate the source of all the noise.

"Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you," said Ron happily, now dishing great mounds of mashed potatoes on to everyone's plates.