Chapter 16- The Burrow

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE BURROW

"Lumos!" I whispered. The tip of my wand erupted with pure white light. I stood in the middle of a large, marshy field, it was late and very dark. I had to have looked insane, my skin was coated in mud and my dress was stuck with reeds, and soaked in pond water.  I wrote a note to Remus on my situation, and just before I sent Sherlock away I had an idea.  I wrote another note, but this one was to George.  Sherlock took the note and flew off into the dark. 

"Ignitra! Nox." The light on my wand died to black but a bright red fire kindled in my palm. I settled down into a patch of reeds and tall grasses. I had never felt worse.  I heard a familiar crowing and then raven swooped back down and landed on a cattail above me. I smiled up at him, and he dropped a sealed letter on my lap. I looked from the letter to Sherlock and back to the letter. I tore it open like a ravenous animal and removed the letter with shaking hands. It was a short note.

Iris,

   We've all been worried!  Where have you been? You just took off. If you need, we're open for visitors.  Harry and Hermione are here for the summer as well.

             Yours always,

                       George W.

Sherlock couldn't have returned that fast....unless... We were close to the Weasley's! I bolted up, startling Sherlock, he haughtily glided off into the darkness. I snatched up my silver clutch and started running forwards, shoving aside reeds and grasses and splashing up water all around me. I could see warm orange light, and the lopsided silhouette of a house growing larger.  I kept running as if something was chasing me. I burst through the reeds, and just and ran into something, flipping over.  I rolled over and saw a boy with messy red hair standing up.

"Ron!" I gasped. "I'm really sorry!" 

"Iris? What are you doing here?" He asked, a smile spreading across his face. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug, briefly forgetting that I was caked with mud, not to mention I could definitely smell a lot better.

"I ran away." I stated plainly, releasing him.

"What?" 

"I ran away." I repeated.

"Why?" He asked, his voice sounded almost panicked.

"I'll tell you later.  It's a rather touchy subject." He watched me for a second, and we stood there in an awkward silence.

"You hungry? Mum's making dinner and everyone is out so you can have a moment to get settled." He said finally.

"That sounds great!" I said. He lead me to the door and it swung open, a rush of warm air enveloping me.  It smelled homey and carried the smell of pie and chicken.  Malfoy Manor had never smelled like that.  My mouth watered and I remembered how hungry I was. I stood in the doorway for a moment.

"Ronald Weasley!  Close that door you're letting that cold air in!"  A voice shouted from the kitchen and Ron rushed to close the door. 

"That's mum." Ron said, rolling his eyes. 

"Mum! We've got company!" Ron yelled. A plump, rosy faced, redhaired woman came from the kitchen. She wore a floral dress and a heavily stained apron.  Her kind face was gently lined with light wrinkles.  She was, in all senses of the word, a mother.  A real one.

"Oh! Dear, well I don't believe we've met." She said cheerfully, her lips turned up into a pearly smile.

"I'm Iris M." I introduced myself with a smile of my own.  Her eyes widened just a tocuh, and Mrs. Weasley surprised me by pulling me into a tight hug.  She hugs exactly like George does, a little too tight.

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