Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to sleep in Ron’s room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs Weasley.
‘Time to go, Harry, dear,’ she whispered, moving away to wake Ron.
Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on and sat up. It was still dark outside. Ron muttered indistinctly as his mother roused him. At the foot of Harry’s mattress he saw two large, dishevelled shapes emerging from tangles of blankets.
‘’S’time already?’ said Fred groggily.
They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen.
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