Every single Weasley, fumed Harry to himself. This had to be the day that every single bloody Weasley was at the Burrow. As he glanced around the table, he was met with looks of horror, shock, anger, and the tear stricken face of Mrs Weasley. Suppressing a groan, he looked to Ginny for aid, the humiliation already creeping upon him.

"Well," she began uncertainly, one hand clutching Harry's and the other running through her long ginger hair. She cleared her throat, "Me and Harry had a minor disagreement last night about his relatives." A look of pure hatred filled her vision, and George, who was sat on Ginny's other side, edged slightly away from her. "Harry doesn't think that what they did to him classifies as abuse-"

"Because it wasn't!" burst Harry, hotly. The table's gaze swivelled towards him, and he shifted uncomfortably. "True, they weren't very nice-"

"Weren't very nice?" exclaimed Ginny, her ears turning red. "They locked you in the cupboard under the stairs."

"What?" cried Ron, before Harry could respond "But- second year, you had a bedroom. We had to-oh." His mouth dropped open, and he looked at Harry in horror.

"The bars," nodded George, looking equally horror struck. "God, Harry, what did those bastards do to you?" His eyes narrowed, and he fingered his wand menacingly. Before Harry had a chance to respond, the inquisitive onlookers got the better of him.

"What bars?" asked Percy, his head swivelling between them.

"That was true?" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, voice filled with tears. "I thought you were exaggerating."

"Yes-" began Ron, "On his window. We had to use rope-

"Oh Harry," murmured Hermione, "Why didn't you just tell us?"

At this, the rowdy table fell silent, and looked to Harry for an answer.

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