It was starting out to be a glorious morning. The first birds began to
chirp their favorite morning songs, the evening's fog began to dissipate,
and the first whispers of dawn started creeping up over the trees.the first
to lay eyes on the dew-laced world.
This is where we lay our scene. A picturesque view of the Weasley household.the burrow. All is quiet, a beautiful, serene silence.
Until.
"FRED!!!!! GEORGE!!!!!".screamed Mrs. Weasley looking at her bedside clock."How could they? How COULD they.I swear it they get it from your side of the family, Arthur".glaring at her half-asleep lump of a husband."We're going to be late! RON!! GINNY!! Wake up!"
The only noise louder than Mrs. Weasley stomping through the house was Fred and George's slightly muffled laughter. They had bewitched her alarm clock to sound at a pitch that only dogs could hear."I could've sworn she would'a heard it," chuckled George.
Ron awoke with a start as his mother rushed in, a whirlwind of robes, books and clothes."Ron.Hogwarts.get up!"
"Mmmmfff."
"Why isn't anything packed? I told you to pack.didn't I tell you to pack?".panted Mrs. Weasley, now getting red in the face. "Ron, sweetie.you're a sixth year now.you should know better."
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ron drudged himself out of the bed and onto the floor with his mother who was desperately trying to throw his things together. "Mum, I got it. Go wake Ginny."
"Oh thank you dear, make sure you don't forget anything.I think all your robes are here, they should all be clean.your books are in the kitchen with." Ron couldn't make out the last part as she hurried into the hallway."GINNY!"
Ron quickly dressed and started packing, muttering to himself."don' know why packing's such a big deal.none of these clothes are really mine anyway.not really." Picking up a pile of clothes."Here's Fred's sweater, and George's old pair of jeans.Charlie's old sweatshirt.another one of Fred's old sweaters.'pack your things, Ronnie'".muttered Ron sarcastically, imitating his mother."Pack MY things.right." Pig hooted in protest. "At least YOU'VE got your own cage, pig."
~*~
Miraculously, Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley made it to platform 9 and ¾ on time, with fifteen minutes to spare. A Weasley record. "Whoo! We made it!" laughed Mrs. Weasley breathlessly.
"Amazing, considering SOME people take forever to get ready." Ron shot Ginny a look.
"Don't hate be because I'm gorgeous," retorted Ginny. "Besides, at least MY clothes match."
"It's 'beautiful' "
"What?"
"You said it wrong, you twit. It's 'Don't hate me because I'm beautiful'. It's a muggle phrase."
"How do YOU know a muggle phrase, Ron?" Ginny scoffed sarcastically.
"Why is it so surprising that I know a muggle phrase? Dad and Percy aren't the only ones who know anything about Muggles, you know.you wouldn't even begin to know what sort of things I know about," Ron stammered. "You never asked."
"Panties in a bunch this morning, eh Ron?" Laughed a voice behind Ron.
Ron smiled and retorted, "Yes they are, thank you very much," turning to the familiar voice behind him.
Green eyes and a bright smile greeted him. The same old mussled hair, same old glasses.God it was good to see him again. "Yeah, thongs can be a real bitch sometimes, eh Ron?" Chorted Harry.
"Oh Sod off ya wanker." Ron hugged his friend.
"It's been a little while, two, thee.?"
"Four actually. Four days, Harry. Got lonely that quick, eh?" laughed Ron. "I thought those sadistic muggles you live with would prove to be great company."
"Oh yeah, they're GRAND."
"Hello Harry m'boy!"
"Hullo Mrs. Weasley." Harry's hullo was cut off short by the lack of oxygen to his brain. Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry with all the love a mother of 7 can give. If you asked her, she'd be the first to admit that she loved Harry like one of her own. And he practically was, after all the summers that Harry had spent with them.
"Hullo.Gin..ny," waved Harry from within Mrs. Weasley's embrace.
"Hello Harry," snickered Ginny. "Mum, I think you can let go of him now."
"Oh gracious me, Harry I'm sorry, I just get so worried about you sometimes." Mrs. Weasley abruptly let go of him and took a few steps back. "Especially with, well.you-know-who around. I'm always afraid that I'm never going to see you again, hun."
Embarrassed for his friend, Ron spoke up.
"Mom, the train'll be leaving soon."
"Right! Right. Have a lovely year, dearies." Mrs. Weasley hugged each of her children tight. "Ron, don't make me send you a howler this year.I can't even tell you how I hate to do that." She gave Ron a stern look.
"I know mum.I know. No howlers. I'll be an 'angel', I swear it." Ron grinned at his mother.
"Have fun dearies! Be good! Learn lots! Make us proud, Ronnie." Mrs. Weasley stood and watched her children climb aboard the Hogwarts Express.
This is where we lay our scene. A picturesque view of the Weasley household.the burrow. All is quiet, a beautiful, serene silence.
Until.
"FRED!!!!! GEORGE!!!!!".screamed Mrs. Weasley looking at her bedside clock."How could they? How COULD they.I swear it they get it from your side of the family, Arthur".glaring at her half-asleep lump of a husband."We're going to be late! RON!! GINNY!! Wake up!"
The only noise louder than Mrs. Weasley stomping through the house was Fred and George's slightly muffled laughter. They had bewitched her alarm clock to sound at a pitch that only dogs could hear."I could've sworn she would'a heard it," chuckled George.
Ron awoke with a start as his mother rushed in, a whirlwind of robes, books and clothes."Ron.Hogwarts.get up!"
"Mmmmfff."
"Why isn't anything packed? I told you to pack.didn't I tell you to pack?".panted Mrs. Weasley, now getting red in the face. "Ron, sweetie.you're a sixth year now.you should know better."
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ron drudged himself out of the bed and onto the floor with his mother who was desperately trying to throw his things together. "Mum, I got it. Go wake Ginny."
"Oh thank you dear, make sure you don't forget anything.I think all your robes are here, they should all be clean.your books are in the kitchen with." Ron couldn't make out the last part as she hurried into the hallway."GINNY!"
Ron quickly dressed and started packing, muttering to himself."don' know why packing's such a big deal.none of these clothes are really mine anyway.not really." Picking up a pile of clothes."Here's Fred's sweater, and George's old pair of jeans.Charlie's old sweatshirt.another one of Fred's old sweaters.'pack your things, Ronnie'".muttered Ron sarcastically, imitating his mother."Pack MY things.right." Pig hooted in protest. "At least YOU'VE got your own cage, pig."
~*~
Miraculously, Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley made it to platform 9 and ¾ on time, with fifteen minutes to spare. A Weasley record. "Whoo! We made it!" laughed Mrs. Weasley breathlessly.
"Amazing, considering SOME people take forever to get ready." Ron shot Ginny a look.
"Don't hate be because I'm gorgeous," retorted Ginny. "Besides, at least MY clothes match."
"It's 'beautiful' "
"What?"
"You said it wrong, you twit. It's 'Don't hate me because I'm beautiful'. It's a muggle phrase."
"How do YOU know a muggle phrase, Ron?" Ginny scoffed sarcastically.
"Why is it so surprising that I know a muggle phrase? Dad and Percy aren't the only ones who know anything about Muggles, you know.you wouldn't even begin to know what sort of things I know about," Ron stammered. "You never asked."
"Panties in a bunch this morning, eh Ron?" Laughed a voice behind Ron.
Ron smiled and retorted, "Yes they are, thank you very much," turning to the familiar voice behind him.
Green eyes and a bright smile greeted him. The same old mussled hair, same old glasses.God it was good to see him again. "Yeah, thongs can be a real bitch sometimes, eh Ron?" Chorted Harry.
"Oh Sod off ya wanker." Ron hugged his friend.
"It's been a little while, two, thee.?"
"Four actually. Four days, Harry. Got lonely that quick, eh?" laughed Ron. "I thought those sadistic muggles you live with would prove to be great company."
"Oh yeah, they're GRAND."
"Hello Harry m'boy!"
"Hullo Mrs. Weasley." Harry's hullo was cut off short by the lack of oxygen to his brain. Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry with all the love a mother of 7 can give. If you asked her, she'd be the first to admit that she loved Harry like one of her own. And he practically was, after all the summers that Harry had spent with them.
"Hullo.Gin..ny," waved Harry from within Mrs. Weasley's embrace.
"Hello Harry," snickered Ginny. "Mum, I think you can let go of him now."
"Oh gracious me, Harry I'm sorry, I just get so worried about you sometimes." Mrs. Weasley abruptly let go of him and took a few steps back. "Especially with, well.you-know-who around. I'm always afraid that I'm never going to see you again, hun."
Embarrassed for his friend, Ron spoke up.
"Mom, the train'll be leaving soon."
"Right! Right. Have a lovely year, dearies." Mrs. Weasley hugged each of her children tight. "Ron, don't make me send you a howler this year.I can't even tell you how I hate to do that." She gave Ron a stern look.
"I know mum.I know. No howlers. I'll be an 'angel', I swear it." Ron grinned at his mother.
"Have fun dearies! Be good! Learn lots! Make us proud, Ronnie." Mrs. Weasley stood and watched her children climb aboard the Hogwarts Express.