The Girl Who Lived

Uncovering hidden truths

Over the next week, Harriet quickly learned that life at the Burrow was a bit boring but she rather enjoyed being there. Every meal, she was made to sit next to Mr. Weasley, who told her the tales about the wizarding world. The twins constantly caused mayhem, and it wasn't unusual to hear loud explosions from their room. Mrs. Weasley continuously appraised about about her clean and neat nature, something that seemed to gratify the woman. Percy, with whom she had a little contact before, soon discovered a kindred spirit and engaged her in constant discussion about Charms, a subject he seemed to love. Even shy and quiet Ginny was gradually coming out of her shell.

Yet, the oddest and most interesting thing by far was the fact that everyone seemed to like her, something she hadn't went through before.

Regardless, Harriet simply loved the Burrow.

The only truly disturbing thing was, Ron had acted peculiarly the night she had been rescued from the Dursleys, and he had become increasingly nervous around her. He constantly knocked over things whenever she was around and actually put his elbow in the butter dish when she asked him to pass the toast one morning. Further, every time she looked at him, he would turn an incredibly interesting shade of red, looking like a radish with a horrible sunburn.

But however odd his behaviour, Harriet had come to the conclusion that Ron fancies her.

But when Harriet finally confronted him about his odd behavior, she was astounded to hear that Ron actually admires Hermoine, and he was becoming very nervous because he would be meeting her a few weeks later, after the school reopens.

Yet, Harriet wasn't completely surprised on hearing this. She was simply too happy to feel bad about Ron's condition, especially after she finally had the chance to write all of her other friends, loosely explaining about the house-elf blocking her mail. So far, everyone had written back, Neville being extremely curious about Dobby and Blaise actually inviting her over to stay. Apparently, he had been trying to do so since about a week into break.

Dear Harriet,

I hope you are well. I wouldn't know seeing as how you haven't written me all summer! A BLOODY HOUSE-ELF! A house-elf was blocking your mail? Why, by Salazar, would he do that? You don't think it is some form of plot, do you? Revenge for what happened at the end of term?

I hope not. Maybe it's just a prank or something, but who would do such a thing?

By the Maker, Harriet, I've been worried about you. I thought that you were angry at me or that something had happened. I've been mailing all our friends, and none of them had heard from you either! Fred and George wrote that they were going to your house to check on you. Don't ask me how they know where you live; I honestly don't know. I was going to go, too, but it would have taken time to meet up with them, time we didn't know we had.