"Draco, dear?" Draco flinched black from the gentle hand that was suddenly at his cheek and turning his head; his eyes met Mrs Weasley’s just as the fireplace erupted in flames once again, and Mr Weasley stepped out, "Oh...  oh my dear," Mrs Weasley’s voice wobbled. She was crouched in front of him, her eyes wet, and Draco realised abruptly, as Mr Weasley joined her on his other side, that the Weasley’s hadn’t been called for Harry - they had been called for  him.