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Unformatted text preview: Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the intellectual property of JK Rowling, and the fiscal property of JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, and Warner Bros. No profit has been made from this work. Harry? Do you have a moment? The voice called from outside the door. Hed been locked in his room at Grimmauld Place for almost three weeks. Dobby, under Mollys orders, had been slipping food into the room every few hours, and returning to remove the nearly-full tray after an hour or so. Hed been eating something, not enough for a growing young man, but enough to survive on. Busy... Harry mumbled in the direction of the door. With a click, the door unlocked, then creaked open. In the doorway stood the ever-formidable Molly Weasley. Up, Harry! She commanded sharply. Dont wanna. Harry moaned. Molly glared sharply at him. Do you want some cheese to go with that whine, young man? She said archly. Now, get up, and get in the shower. I can smell you from over here. Go way. Harry slurred into his pillow, before pulling the duvet up over himself. It was a second later when he shot out of bed, holding onto his left arse cheek, the recent recipient of a stinging hex from Molly. Mrs. Weasley! Harry near-shouted. Another stinging hex hit him in the chest, directly on his nipple. With a eep of pain, he ran, heading straight into the bathroom. Get showered, dressed, and meet me in the kitchen when youre done. Molly ordered. Harry, leaning against the other side of the bathroom door, tried to find an appropriate retort. Dont even think of saying that , young man! Molly commanded, correctly anticipating Harrys response. You have twenty minutes. If youre not down there, Ill come in after you! She span on her heel, and marched out of the bedroom. Christ... Harry muttered, before pulling off his shirt. As it passed his nose, he recoiled in disgust. Okay... maybe I could use a little shower... Twenty-five minutes later, he entered the kitchen, before slumping into a chair at the far end of the table. Molly was puttering about the kitchen, earning a sharp glare from Harry as she passed him. Im here, Mrs. Weasley. He said sulkily. Good. Molly replied, setting down a full bowl of chicken soup in front of him. Now, eat up. Id like to have a chat with you. No... why does everyone want a chat with me? Harry thought as he started to slurp his soup noisily. Why cant I just be left alone to sulk in peace? Properly, Harry. Molly said, sitting down next to him with a cup of tea. I know what youre doing. Harry arched an eyebrow at her. And what am I doing? He asked, his tone the typically rebellious moan of a fifteen-year old male....
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