57: Battle of the Seven Potters

                                    

                                          
July 27th, 1997
[victoria's pov]
The rest of the summer remained quiet as Rita Skeeter was having a field day about Dumbledore's life. Harry hadn't spoken or written to me, not that he ever did, but I was expecting something regarding Mattheo. Or anything regarding his sudden behaviour. I wanted an explanation.
I hadn't seen Mattheo, except for his death eater mask on the papers. It was haunting as the night of the attack on Hogwarts haunted my dreams, but I refused to bother Fred about it.
"By the way," Fred said as he gulped down his drink until the cup was half empty. "We're moving Harry tonight instead of tomorrow."
"What?" I asked with surprise.
Even though my mentor was Mad-Eye and I worked with Tonks a lot, we weren't allowed to speak much about the order so I was mainly informed by the twins–who were informed by their father, Mr. Weasley. Kingsley had his suspicions about me slipping up at first, but I only thought that made him better at his job–to be sceptical. It was admirable because at the end of the day, we were in the same order.
"Yeah, idiot Ron almost spilled the beans around Percy," George complained. "The one time he visits us."
"Oh jeez, give Ron a break. He's almost as terrified as the rest of us are."
"Us? Terrified?" The twins chorused defensively. "Nevah."
I rolled my eyes and sat up, leaning against the couch with one side of my body curiously. "What did Percy come by to the Burrow for?"
"The same old," Fred said. "To do the minister's dirty work and boast about his promotion. I bet that stickler even offers the minister a rub down at the end of the day-"
"-Anyway," George interrupted with a sour face. "Mum almost tried to get him to come to Bill and Fleur's wedding, but dad said it could endanger Harry."
"Oh God, that must've been hard," I said with realisation. I couldn't imagine not inviting one of my own sons to his own brother's wedding.
"Nah. Percy was lucky we weren't there, right George?" Fred asked, looking over at George.
"Right, Fred. Would've been Christmas all over again," George nodded.
The light of the flat was getting darker by the minute–not to say it wasn't dark out already. Typically around this time of year in July, the sun would still be out. The streets would be busy and carriages would clatter on the cobblestone.
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes wouldn't have to be opened three times a week only and the clouds wouldn't stay. Usually, you'd be able to hear conversations from your room. But with it all, it seemed to be timeless.
"Fred, what time did they want us to gather at the Burrow before seeing Harry?" I asked.
Fred turned to George, who turned to the clock.
"Now," they chorused.
   
The home of the Dursleys' on Privet Drive only explained to me why Harry had been so unresponsive. The muggles he lived with were glad to have him out of their lives as the Order entered his home.
Together, Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Tonks, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Mundungus, and I entered Harry's living room.
Something caught my attention on Tonks as I turned to her with my jaw agape.
"Tonks- your ring!"
She smiled.
"You got married?" I asked her, looking between her and Remus. The news was underwhelming but I was still surprised. Harry was also present, surprised.