A/N: The story is based on this prompt on tumblr

Harry leaned back on his air mattress. It was more comfortable than he was used to during the summer. His bed at the Dursley's felt like it was filled with rock. Of course it could be, you never know with them.
"Children, dinner's almost ready", Molly called up. Harry rushed downstairs hoping to get ahead of the rush of starving red heads.
"Ah, Harry, dear, you just sit down right there while Ron and the twins set things up", Molly called from the kitchen.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I'd rather help", he said.
Harry never sat around at the Dursley's, so wanting to clean, or be doing something was almost subconscious by now. Molly noticed this practically automatic response, but said nothing.
When dinner was served Harry was internally drooling at the sight of home cooked food. The food at Hogwarts was wonderful, but it just didn't have the same home made taste as Mrs. Weasley's. Mrs. Weasley noticed this too.
  That night after much laughing and eating, Mrs. Weasley finally sent everyone up to bed.
"Sorry there's not a ton of space", said Ron, sounding ashamed.
"Are you kidding!", Harry exclaimed, "I used to sleep in a cupboard at the Dursley's"
"Wait, what?"
A/N: so this is going to be really short. I just wanted to write it. After I finish it, I may start a new HP fic, that's you know regular length.