𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

~𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗~ (edited)

𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ." ― ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄᴜs

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Waking up in the Burrow is definitely something one would never forget.

The past few days I have awoken to Fred and George deciding to turn my hair purple in my sleep, Ginny looking for her wand that rolled under my bed, Mrs. Weasley calling the whole lot down for breakfast, and this morning I woke up from a Quaffle smacking directly into Ginny's bedroom window.

The Weasleys wasted no time, especially with the end of the holidays drawing near. They all wanted summer to last longer, but not me. I genuinely couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts.

I hadn't heard from Sirius since St Mungo's, but Harry told me he's received a letter or two from him, but it typically only included an update on how he is doing.

I wondered if he was angry with me.

Nearly everyone was already outside, while I was just beginning to get dressed.

Today was the 27th. My birthday.

I didn't plan on celebrating it, no one here has knowledge of what today is, and I wanted to keep it that way.

There was very little talk about what had happened at the World Cup, but from what I have heard the people we saw trying to kill the muggleborns, were Voldemort's followers.

As I made my way downstairs, the laughter and chatter from outside grew louder.

The burrow was always so bright, the doors and windows were nearly always opened, letting all of the sun shine throughout the house. I was envious of this. Rich or poor, the Weasleys were a family.

"Finally decided to get up, did you?" Someone spoke from at the bottom of the stairs. "Y'know with only 4 full days of summer left you don't seem to be taking advantage of it."

"Well Harold, I'm actually ready for Hogwarts. I miss it there, " I told him honestly, "however, I refuse to go anywhere until I get this bloody purple out of my hair. I feel like a damn My little Pony character."

"Eh, I don't know. I like the purple," shrugged Harry, while we made our way outside.

"I truly wish I could say the same about your hair. It's like everyone around here made a pact to not cut their hair this year," I began, gesturing to the redheads flying around on their brooms, "Let me tell you, I found a strand of hair on my shirt yesterday and I genuinely couldn't tell if it was Ginny's or one of the other long-haired gingers around here."

There were cheers and cries of joy coming from above, "Ara! Get a broom from the shed and get up here! Fred and George are only targeting me!"

"I didn't know she played," Harry observed, tilting his head a bit.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, "Are you going to join or just stare?" I teased the boy, bumping his shoulder in a playful manner.

I jogged across the rather large yard until I reached a small shed.

I had finally made the decision to buy myself a broom, so that I didn't have to borrow someone else's during Quidditch matches.

In all reality I'm not sure if I would even still be on the team. I was only a replacement. Marcus Flint failed to inform me how long I would be standing in, whether it be permanently or just for a short amount of time.