Coming out of the sea of consciousness, Harry kept thinking about the meaning of Aiden's words.
The Burrow was as warm as ever. The kitchen light was still on.
"Let's go; hurry and let Aunt Molly fuss over you."
Aiden smiled and pushed open the door for him.
Mrs. Weasley was having a heart-to-heart with Tonks. Tonks's hair had turned grayish-brown, and the expression on her face showed her low spirits.
The Discerner saw through her inner distress at a glance, and Mrs. Weasley also saw the two of them.
"Oh, dear!"
Mrs. Weasley saw Harry, practically an adopted son of the family, and immediately rushed over to give him a hug.
"Look at you; you've lost quite a bit of weight."
Aiden leaned on the sofa. Crookshanks jumped into his arms, and Aiden smoothed her fur.
Since it was already past one o'clock in the morning, Ron and Hermione had long since gone to rest. Only Mrs. Weasley and Tonks remained in the living room.
Tonks saw Mrs. Weasley preparing to make Harry some supper and also stood up to leave.
As she passed by Aiden, Aiden suddenly said,
"Things will work out. He cares about you too."
"Don't read my mind. And why doesn't Occlumency work on you?" Tonks said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Who knows?" Aiden said, looking up and whistling.
Tonks's face flushed red, her hair turned red, and she slammed the door as she left.
"What's wrong with her?" Mrs. Weasley asked, having finished preparing the meal in the kitchen. She looked at Aiden curiously.
"Love troubles," Aiden said, winking at her.
Mrs. Weasley prepared onion soup and bagels for Harry. Thanks to Harry, Aiden got one too.
And just at this moment, there was movement outside the Burrow. It seemed Arthur had gotten off work.
"Password!" Mrs. Weasley shouted to the person outside through the door.
"Why can airplanes fly in the sky? Reply with password," Arthur's voice came from outside.
"Mollywobbles," Mrs. Weasley said, suddenly becoming coy.
Then she opened the door for Arthur, and the two embraced.
Aiden, watching them, shivered.
"What are they doing?" Harry came over to Aiden to ask.
"Exchanging passwords. Didn't everyone set up passwords following Rufus Scrimgeour's suggestion?"
Aiden's words reminded Harry of the conversation outside Horace's house.
"Then..."
"Uncle Arthur's pet name for Aunt Molly. Just bear with it, though I always feel... ugh~"
Aiden hugged his arms and rubbed them forcefully.
Hedwig waited for Harry all night. After confirming Harry was all right, she flew out to hunt.
After they'd eaten, Mrs. Weasley began settling Harry in.
"George and Fred just moved out. Their room can be yours for now."
Mrs. Weasley used a spell to carry Harry's luggage and led him to George and Fred's room.
Just as Harry was about to follow, Aiden stuffed a metal sphere into his hand.
The metal sphere had small holes on its surface and was engraved with beautiful patterns on the outer layer.
"What's this for?" Harry examined the metal sphere.
"It's incense. Calms you down and freshens the air," Aiden said, opening his newspaper. It seemed he didn't plan to sleep.
Harry, filled with curiosity, followed Mrs. Weasley to the third floor.
Pushing open the door, a smell of gunpowder rushed out from the room, hitting Harry full in the face.
"Well, it just needs to air out a bit."
Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and used a powerful cleaning spell to scrape away a layer from the entire room.
Then she made Harry's bed, put away his luggage, and left.
Unfortunately, Harry took a deep breath—the walls had been thoroughly marinated with gunpowder.
He lay on the bed, took out the incense Aiden had given him, and fell into a deep sleep amid a refreshing aroma.
Unfortunately, Harry hadn't slept long before Ron, Hermione, and Ginny woke him up by pelting him with pillows.
"See, might as well not have slept," Aiden said, leaning against the doorframe and spreading his hands at him.
"Yeah, you're right."
Having stayed up all night but only sleeping for a few minutes before being woken, Harry felt dizzy.
But seeing his long-missed friends, he still forced himself out of bed.
"I stayed up all night. Going to rest now. You guys chat."
Aiden waved at his cousins and turned to leave.
"You know, lately Aiden's been giving me this feeling..." Ron swallowed.
"Foreknowledge. Maybe he awakened some kind of Prophet bloodline?" Hermione said, somewhat uncertain.
"No, the Prewett family doesn't have Prophet bloodline," Ginny said.
Then Harry told the three of them about Aiden taking him to recruit Horace.
At the same time, as the Weasley family's favorite son, Harry enjoyed the honor of eating breakfast in bed.
Breakfast was brought up by Fleur. She smiled at Harry, then left. Ron stared at her dreamily.
"What's she doing here?"
Harry began eating breakfast, offering the tray to the other three. All three shook their heads to decline.
"She's engaged to Bill, but Mum doesn't like her much. Mum thinks she and Bill haven't known each other long enough, and they're not compatible," Ron explained.
"Tonks has been visiting often lately. Maybe Mum hopes to set her up with Bill and chase Fleur away."
Ginny speculated. Hermione nodded beside her.
"Do you all hate her?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"She's too prissy," Hermione said sharply.
"Shrill voice, mean-spirited, pretentious," Ginny added, equally sharp.
"I think she's quite nice," Ron said, showing an infatuated smile.
"Pathetic," Hermione said, elbowing Ron.
"What does Harry think?" Ginny asked, turning her gaze to Harry.
"I think she's quite nice. She brought me breakfast, didn't she?" Harry said, holding up the bread in his hand.
"Hmph," Ginny snorted. Hermione also looked at Harry with eyes that said, 'So you're this kind of person.'
A yawn and stretch came from the doorway.
Aiden woke up and, following the smell of breakfast, climbed onto Harry's bed.
The group had been chatting for over an hour without realizing it.
And Aiden, who had been resting in a time fissure, had slept enough.
Snagging one of Harry's pieces of bread and stuffing it in his mouth, Aiden chewed.
"What about you, Aiden? What do you think of Fleur?" Harry said, hastily diverting the trouble.
"A veela's charm is fatally attractive to males, while females find them extremely repulsive. Her charm has no effect on me, so my view is that she's just an ordinary girl. If Bill truly loves her, I have nothing to say. Same if they separate. They're adults. They should take responsibility for their choices."
Aiden shared his perspective with everyone present, hoping they could see things from different angles.
After all... time was running out.