Harry’s tasks varied from chopping wood to starting a fire to many other household like chores. And at night, he stood guard. It was good thing the oracle had agreed to let the twins stay as well for he wasn’t sure he could spend an entire month alone with the witch.
She was kind enough –please note the sarcasm– to tell them about the location of a nearby blood bar, allowing them each to go have their fill once every week.
It was enough to keep them alive and kicking, but not as strong as they ought to be.
“You know if you truly want us to guard you and your precious potions, you should allow us to feed twice a week at least,” Harry commented after three weeks of near starvation.
“Today is the full moon,” she told him in response, dismissing his concerns completely. “The werewolves
