Harry didn’t realise how much he missed Mrs Weasley’s coddling over him until she was loading up not one, but two heaped plates of a classic English breakfast. Harry could only sit there stunned for a moment before he practically tore into it all like a starved animal. Taking his first bite of sausage, Harry let out a groan of pleasure. Merlin’s beard, it felt like it had been forever since he’d eaten anything proper.