I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry. Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast. Does he not realize he could have died? Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit. I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing. Wouldn't want to tempt him."Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest." I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty. Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?"Fucking, no good, worthless—"The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside. What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"
"Oi!" I shout. "Bloody bastards that hurt!" Fred and George give me identical grins and wink at Harry. "You're such a pansy, Ron," George sighs. "We would have thought we raised you—""Better and yet here we are," Fred gives a dramatic swoon. "You almost fainting from a lock of your beautiful red hair being plucked.""Maybe, he's afraid he'll lose all his hair like Kingsley." George replies. "Don't say that name," Harry grunts. "Do you have any idea what happened last night?""We know you were hurt.""That Ronniekin's played Healer.""That Percy actually was a fairly nice bloke.""Well what you don't know," I growl. "Is that the Auror that was holding Snape and Malfoy just let them walk away."Fred's face darkens and he frowns, "What do you mean walk away?""Snape hexed me and was part of the Death Eater attack," Harry scowls. "Moody managed to put the two most incompetent Aurors in the world on them.""We weren't informed of this," George slaps his hand on the ground. "You would think after all these years the Order might learn to communicate.""How do you communicate?" I rub the back of my neck. "Moody won't tell us.""Through our Patronus," Fred says before grinning. "You should work on yours. A Jack Russell Terrier—Blimey Ron that's not even magical."