Harry wasn’t in the Burrow when Dumbledore arrived, but rather he was outside, standing out alone near the pond. The rain had decided to clear up for a moment, so Harry took the opportunity to be by himself to process. The wind was rough on skin that hadn’t yet been hardened by magical means and exposure to the elements but Harry barely felt it. His mind was solely occupied by one thing- how in the bloody hell did he fall into a coma and wake up with a very different personality?