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Yeah this is the new version of this story I re-wrote it so read and review please
Molly Weasley was a patient woman. She followed the rules, but always did what she thought what was right. When she had given birth to Bill, her first child, she knew she would do anything to keep him safe. Molly Weasley would do anything to keep any child safe, which brought her to her current dilemma.
Molly had been shopping in a Muggle mall a ways from her home, so Arthur would have no idea what his birthday gift would be. Molly was in the hardware section when she saw this peculiar looking family. The father was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. The mother was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, but what startled her most were the boys. One boy was a miniature version of the father without the mustache. The other child however was a scrawny boy who looked years younger than the beefy boy. He had black hair, green eyes, broken glasses, and clothes several sizes too big for him. Molly, already, was angry at the parents of this child. How could they let a child suffer? The littler boy was straggling behind a bit fascinated with what he saw.
"Boy, come over here, stop lollygagging," The father said, nearly shouting. The little boy ran to catch up. The other boy tripped the scrawny one right in front of his parents. Instead of yelling at the beefy boy, the father yelled at the scrawny one. When he got up his bangs parted to reveal a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry Potter was supposed to be the same age as her Ronald. Harry looked years younger because of how malnourished he was. Molly Weasley restrained herself from using every curse she knew on the muggles. She hated following the rules sometimes. She did the only thing she could do; she swore that she would do everything in her power to help this boy.
That had happened only an hour ago. Molly was currently waiting for Remus Lupin, a friend of James Potter, to show up at the burrow. She was sitting alone in the living room because when she is angry, everyone seems to know to stay away.
"Molly, dear, Remus is here," Arthur Weasley said.
"Show him in please," Molly said. A few seconds later, a ragged man walked into the room. His robes were dirty, his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, and he seemed to be limping. "Remus, are you alright?"
"Nothing time can't heal."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Molly I will be fine, but you on the other hand said there was something urgent to discuss."
"Remus, I saw Harry today."
"What's wrong with him? Is he hurt?"
"The family that Dumbledore sent him to live with aren't treating him half as well as Dumbledore says they are. He looks years younger than he is because I think they aren't feeding him a lot. The other boy in the family tripped him right in front of the parents, and the father yelled at Harry, angry for being clumsy and holding them up."
"He needs to be taken out of the household NOW!" Remus said fire in his eyes. "Harry needs to be treated much better then that. He deserves it."
"I've already owled Dumbledore, but he didn't believe me. He said Harry was sent to his relatives to have a chance of a good childhood."
"Molly, I'm in no condition to rescue my best friend's child, let alone to care for him. Take care of him for me."
"Remus there is no way you're going to hide from Harry just because of your condition."
"But I could hurt him."
"Only once per month are you dangerous, and only once a month will you not visit him. He will live at the Burrow getting a childhood to remember. Dumbledore made another mistake. He told me where Harry lives because I never said where I saw Harry," Molly said with a smirk.
"Thank you Molly," Remus said as he hugged her. "Now I have to attend to some things at my house, goodbye." With a crack he was gone.
Later that night, Molly apparated about a block from the Dursleys' house. She started a brisk jog toward Number 4 Private Drive. In a few minutes, she was in front of the house where the worst sort of muggles lived. She walked up to the doorway and tried the handle. 'Locked,'she thought. 'Let's see about under the potted plant.' Molly picked up the pot, and under it was a spare key. She picked up the key and quietly turned the lock. There were no bedrooms downstairs, so Molly went upstairs.
There was plenty of room for him upstairs, but no Harry Potter. 'Maybe I missed something,'Molly thought as she was going down the stairs. Suddenly, she heard a soft weeping noise from inside the cupboard under the stairs. 'Surely they wouldn't keep the boy-who-lived in a cupboard.'Mrs. Weasley thought. She unlatched the lock on the cupboard
There he was, the famous Harry Potter locked up in a cupboard covered with bruises, scrapes, scratches, and many scars not including the lighting shaped one on his forehead. When Molly saw him, she burst into tears 'No one should be treated like this,' she thought, 'no one, not a single soul.' She thought.The nine-year-old Harry was shocked. He curled up into a ball in the farthest corner away from her and whimpered, "Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."
"Dear, I would never hurt you." Molly replied
And with that the boy-who-lived fell back to sleep while Molly picked him up and took him to the Burrow. For the first time, Molly was glad she broke the rules.
A/N – Well here's the new and improved first chapter. It should be miles above the first version. So please review and tell us what you thought.
-WDF (the editor)