|Harry Potter (marked_to_live) wrote in impetuousrpg,|
@ 2011-10-12 00:35:00
|Entry tags:||char: bill weasley, char: harry potter|
Who: Harry Potter and Bill Weasley
Where: The Burrow
When: Tuesday night after Harry makes Molly worry...
What: Ever get the sense you can't do anything right? That's Harry's sense right now.
Rating: Probably high for language...
Status: Ongoing and open to Weasleys.
Harry finally appeared at The Burrow later that evening. He said he'd be there asap, and unfortunately that meant a lot later than he'd planned. As he appeared though, he figured most of them were asleep or probably worried sick. He realized, after the reaction he'd gotten from some of his friends, that he'd apparently overreacted and, once again, fucked up considerably. Harry was making a lot of mistakes recently, and he needed to apparently get his head out of his ass. If a psychiatrist took a look at it, they'd probably say that Harry doesn't know how to live a normal, non-threatened life. That he always has a sense something's going to go wrong, and that he tends to overreact to situations because of the loss he's felt. Whether it's him trying to fight Voldemort on his own and leaving, only to have Ron stop him; or it's him doing his job, and the words someone says makes him think everything's out of whack.
All Harry knew was that as he approached The Burrow, he was beginning to wonder if his adoptive family would be pissed or happy to see him. Molly would more than likely hug him, and threaten to punish him if he ever made her worry again. Ron would likely tell him he was pulling yet another Harry, and Ginny would likely try to make sure he was okay. Hermione would explain to him how he did it wrong, why he did it wrong, and try and make him realize not to do it again. But it was Bill or Charlie he was most worried about. Charlie was pretty even keel, but would likely just give Harry a stern look. Bill, Bill was the one Harry wasn't entirely sure about. All he knew was Bill was in town, and according to Lavender, Harry'd managed to fuck up Bill's night with her.
He pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose, and made his way towards the door. He didn't knock, he'd somehow be yelled at if he did. Molly tended to have an issue with him acting like a guest so he just let himself in. It was relatively dark, and that apparently meant that Molly had either worried herself to sleep, or Bill, Arthur, and/or Ginny had managed to calm her.
It also made him worry himself, a second, thinking maybe there was an attack. There was no sign of a struggle or a fight though, and he was certain someone would've gotten a hold of him had something happened. He had his wand in hand though, just in case, and began to look around to see if anyone was awake.