Resorting of Gryffindor

Harry woke up early the next morning and got ready. He showered and redressed. He looked in the mirror, and was happy to see his hair maintained it length from the night before. He'd had problems before where his hair grew to it's normal length despite a haircut. His hair was fairly messy and wavy, but he liked the effect.

Harry headed downstairs and looked through the kitchen for food. Just as he'd expect, all the food from before had spoiled. Harry was reluctant to ask the Weasleys for breakfast, but he was extremely hungry.

He flooed over to their place and walked into the kitchen. Molly was cooking, and it seems the others were still asleep or elsewhere.

"Hello Molly. Mind if I help?" He asked.

She looked over her shoulder and pointed to a pan of uncooked food. "Would you mind cooking that for me?" She asked.

Harry smirked and picked up the pan. He placed his hands on the bottom of the pan, and there was a sizzle. The bacon and ham that previously laid cold in the pan was now cooking from the warmth Harry was emitting. He'd realized a couple days prior that he can make certain areas very hot. Too hot to touch. But in the instance for heat and cooking, this would work.

Molly turned and just watched him. "Is there something you'd like to tell me? How are you doing wandless magic?" She asked.

Harry shrugged. "I guess you could say it's wandless magic, but it's a little more than that. I'll tell the rest about it over breakfast. Only Hermione and Ron know, but they kind of witnessed it on multiple occasions." Harry joked.

He finished cooking the rest of the food and placed it all on the table. He went back and forth until the whole table was set up. 

"Would you mind going upstairs and waking everyone up while I clean up?" Molly asked.

Harry nodded and headed upstairs. 

"Ginny wake up." Harry told Ginny, knocking on her door. There was some shuffling and she opened the door. Her hair was a mess and she looked mad. She looked like a lion.

Harry couldn't help but crack up, earning him a smack on the arm.

Harry went next door and woke up Ron, then George. He saw Arthur walk out of the room, so he headed back downstairs.

Everyone sat at the table and dug in. Everyone seemed satisfied by the food.

"Do you want to know who cooked the food?" Molly asked, although she wasn't looking for an answer. "Harry. With his bare hands." She told them.

Ron looked excited. "You managed to center it in your hands!?" Ron said happily. He knew Harry had been trying to control that aspect for a bit.

Harry nodded his head. Ginny picked the piece of bacon up and inspected it. "Did you hold it in your hands?" Ginny asked.

"No. I placed my hands on the pan and the heat transferred and cooked the food. I didn't actually touch the food."

"It tastes great. What spell was it?" Arthur asked.

George continued to eat, and Ron continued to shovel food into his mouth.

"No spell. It was all from my body heat. I've got an average resting body temperature of 102, but if I work with it, I can raise it even higher." Harry said proudly.

George looked completely flabbergasted. "Really! How!?" He exclaimed.

Ron nudged him with an elbow and grinned. "Should I show them, or just tell them?" Harry asked Ron.

"Both. First show them." Ron suggested. Harry got out of his seat and transformed into a black Maned wolf. But to the others, he looked like a giant black fox. He hopped onto the seat and then relaxed his body, turning his legs and back turn to smoke. He floated onto an unoccupied part of the table and completely turned into a cloud of smoke with green glowing eyes. He flew around leaving a little trail behind him. He phased through the table and reappeared. He was actually squeezing his body through the micro cracks in the table.