Harry pulled the ferret out of the pocket of his mac’ and dropped him on the damp ground to stretch his legs while he poked around the house by himself. He had tried three different times to get rid of the thing at the Ministry, but each time they brought the rodent back to him. Though he would admit it to no one, he was starting to like holding the ferret, he made the cutest noises during tummy rubs. Harry circled the Burrow, trying all the doors, but the house was sealed tight as a drum. Through the window, he saw the Weasley clock. It only had one hand, little Victoire was the only Weasley left. 