Family Apologies

"I'll help make you a great wizard," our hero promised again, thinking it would be easy with such determination. All he had to do was get the boy to overcome years of intense teaching, sure easy.

Just then two owls came swooping by the table. One as a very tiny excitable thing that was carrying a red envelope, the other was a worn-out grey owl that looked to be on his last wing. The little guy went straight to Ron, and the twins quickly grabbed it and hustled their brother out of the room. They didn't need the whole school to know their brother might be a thief. They made it to the Entrance Hall and moved quickly to an empty greeting room.

"Drop it, you ruddy bird. Do you want to get hurt!?" Fred yelled, trying to get the poor owl to drop the offensive letter.

"What did you have to tell mum for?" the youngest whinged as he too desperately grabbed for the letter, not wanting Pig to get maimed by the Howler.

"We didn't, we told Dad," George said, finally getting the smoking envelope off the miniature owl. He dropped in on the floor and it flew up and formed lips and the melodious tone of Molly Weasley filled the air.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! I HAVE NEVER IN ALL MY DAYS BEEN SO DISAPPOINTED IN ONE OF MY SONS. HOW DARE YOU GO INTO ANOTHER PERSON'S TRUNK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION? I DON'T CARE IF YOU WERE HOLDING HARRY'S ITEMS OR NOT, YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER GONE INTO HIS SPACE IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU COULD HAVE WARDED HIS BELONGINGS, OR HAD THE TWINS DO IT. THE POOR BOY COULD HAVE BEEN LAID UP IN ST. MONGO'S, AND YOU WERE TAKING HIS THINGS. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED. HARRY IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF HE TOOK YOUR THINGS? YOU WILL APOLOGIZE TO HIM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, OR YOU WILL FEEL THE END OF MY SPOON. HARRY POTTER IS A SWEET BOY WHO HAS DONE NOTHING TO WARRANT YOUR SCORN. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU, BUT IT BETTER GET OUT BEFORE YOU GET HOME. Oh, and do tell Harry we will be more than happy to talk about this," the letter stated, and then simply shredded and the pieces fell to the floor.

"Well that was kind of hypocritical of her," Ron said, folding his arms in a pout. He hated that his mum blamed him automatically. She always did, well in his mind.

"What do you mean?" George asked as he banished the shredded red parchment.

"You two go through people's stuff all the time, and Ginny stole a book out of his trunk two years ago. I didn't hear any Howlers for those times," the youngest redhead snapped with an accusing finger. His mum always played favorites, and Percy and Ginny were hers. He would much rather a lecture from his dad, than a letter from his mum. It just pointed out how inadequate she thought her children were. He seemed to forget that the twins were always pushed to the side and punished for the littlest thing. "Plus, it was Harry's godfather that was trying to steal my rat. I didn't ruddy well hear her complain about that. He broke my leg for Merlin's sake. That didn't even warrant a visit."

"Wow, you really do need help," Fred said dumbstruck at just how far this jealousy went. He thought it was just Harry, but Ron really thought he was being put last in everything. He just couldn't understand where it was coming from, he and George also had a lot to live up to, but you didn't see them blaming the world for their plights. No, they were bound and determined to make names for themselves. They didn't really care that their mum could hardly tell them apart. They were their own men.

"I don't know where you get these ideas, we get Howlers for everything, but like today we simply leave the room with them. Unless we think it's going to be funny, or if there's a bet on what she says. That and Mum never knew about Ginny, heck we didn't know about Ginny. But even if we did, wasn't she controlled by an evil book? How can you want your baby sister to be punished for that?" George asked, just as flabbergasted at his twin.

"Right, plus we still don't know what went on last year, and you won't tell, so we can't defend you if we don't have all the facts," Fred stated, turning to leave now that the letter was over. "But wasn't this owl from Black?" he asked as he pulled open the door and went through.

"See, you still won't stick up for me, and I'm your brother," Ron grumbled as usual everyone thought he was in the wrong.

"That is because you're being a prat," George stated as he too left the room.

Ron stood silently; cursing the fact that Harry Potter ever came back. He snorted at the unfairness of it all and went back to his meal.

Harry's POV

"Oh, Errol, you poor thing," Hermione cooed at the poor old owl as it landed in front of Harry.

"Whose owl is this, then?" Harry asked, taking the letter from the exhausted bird, who hooted pitifully and seemed to fall asleep on the table. He looked at the envelope and noted it had his name, so he turned it around and broke the seal.

"This is the Weasleys' owl. They can't afford to get a new one and retire the poor thing," Luna said, petting the sleeping bird.

"He really is too old to carry post," added Hermione as she picked the owl up and cradled him in her arms. She tried to get it to eat a bit of ham, but the poor thing was just too tired. It was very sad to know that one day the post wouldn't be delivered, and they may never know what happened. Maybe she could give them one as a gift for Christmas; she would have to ask her parents.

"Read the letter, Harry, it could be important," Neville said, glancing at Hermione in a 'don't ask' manner.

She huffed and continued to pet the exhausted bird.

Harry took out the letter and silently read to himself:

Dear Harry,

Professor Dumbledore and the twins have informed me that you have lost your memories, so let me introduce myself. My name is Arthur Weasley and you have been friends to my children for a long time, and they have nothing but good things to say about you. You saved my daughter's life during her first year and I can never repay you for that. I believe you are a good, kind and brave person and hope that your condition gets better. My wife, Molly, also sends her best.

To the problem at hand, it hurts me to think that a child of mine would steal. I would like to believe that Ron is speaking the truth and was merely holding your belongings; however, the twins say it didn't stop at that. The only thing I, as a parent, can do is offer my sincerest apology. I raised them to know better. Ron is the youngest of our boys and is prone to fits of jealousy, but he is a good boy. I am sure that he would have returned your items to you given time.

I would like to speak to you at your earliest convenience. Perhaps, we can work out a solution.

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