Chapter 9
Harry suddenly appeared in The Burrow. He was out of breath from that strange experience. He then saw them all staring at him.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Hermione shouted, scaring Teddy.
"Sorry, I was just thinking and I didn't notice the 15 texts I had." Harry looked guilty. "15 texts? Was that really necessary?"
"Yes, it was." Hermione dragged Harry into the garden and Mrs. Weasley followed. The others stood in the doorway, listening into what was about to happen.
"Harry." Mrs. Weasley said, sympathetically. "We were worried about you. We thought something bad might have happened to you."
"No, but something strange did happen." Harry added.
"WHAT HAPPENED??" Hermione shouted.
"Never mind that now. I need to know more about this soulmate thing." Harry's hair was messy from the encounter with Draco Malfoy. "I need to know what will happen when I find my soulmate."
Hermione saw a look on Harry's face that told her he already knew. "But you already know, don't you? And you know who it is."
Harry looked towards his feet, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. "I...I might."
"And?" Mrs. Weasley butted in.
"It's Malfoy." Harry became aware of how quietly he was speaking, so he spoke louder. "It's Draco Malfoy, isn't it?"
Mr. Weasley gasped, then Mrs. Weasley stormed towards him and dragged him back inside the house, slamming the door behind then.
No one answered Harry's question and he became impatient. "Well?" He said and, as if in response to this, Teddy and Ron made their way over to where Hermione and Harry were standing.
Teddy replied. "How did you find out?" He was worried about Harry.
"Something happened just before I came back here." Harry didn't know how to describe what had happened. "I was knocked over and all I could see at first was a really bright light shining around me. Then I heard his voice, but the light didn't fade away until I disapparated."
"You'll have to tell him, Harry. You'll have to tell him about what you know." Hermione said.
Teddy butted in. "That is if he doesn't already know." He looked at Harry, who looked as if he was about to faint. Ron must have noticed too, as he conjured up a chair for Harry to sit on.