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Mrs.
Weasley
sobbed
harder
than
ever
.
Color
flooded
Fred
's
pale
face
.
"
Pathetic
,
"
he
told
George
.
"
Pathetic
!
With
the
whole
wide
world
of
ear-related
humor
before
you
,
you
go
for
holey
?
"
"
Ah
well
,
"
said
George
,
grinning
at
his
tear-soaked
mother
.
"
You
'll
be
able
to
tell
us
apart
now
,
anyway
,
Mum
.
"
He
looked
around
.
"
Hi
,
Harry
--
you
are
Harry
,
right
?
"
"
Yeah
,
I
am
,
"
said
Harry
,
moving
closer
to
the
sofa
.
"
Well
,
at
least
we
got
you
back
okay
,
"
said
George
.
"
Why
are
n't
Ron
and
Bill
huddled
round
my
sickbed
?
"
"
They
're
not
back
yet
,
George
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
.
George
's
grin
faded
.
Harry
glanced
at
Ginny
and
motioned
to
her
to
accompany
him
back
outside
.
As
they
walked
through
the
kitchen
she
said
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Ron
and
Tonks
should
be
back
by
now
.
They
did
n't
have
a
long
journey
;
Auntie
Muriel
's
not
that
far
from
here
.
"
Harry
said
nothing
.
He
had
been
trying
to
keep
fear
at
bay
ever
since
reaching
the
Burrow
,
but
now
it
enveloped
him
,
seeming
to
crawl
over
his
skin
,
throbbing
in
his
chest
,
clogging
his
throat
.
