saudade • harry potter⁴ [UNEDITED/ON HOLD]

𝐱𝐢. king's cross guard

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      𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 was a lot of disorder in the house. Mrs. Weasley was going ballistic declaring that they were all late and going to miss the train at this rate. Nyx dressed as quickly as she could and gathered that Fred and George had bewitched their trunks to fly downstairs to save the bother of carrying them, with the result that they had hurled straight into Ginny and knocked her down two flights of stairs into the hall; Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley were both screaming at the top of their voices. 

"—COULD HAVE DONE HER A SERIOUS INJURY, YOU IDIOTS—" 

"—FILTHY HALF-BREEDS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS—" 

Nyx and Hermione came hurrying into the room looking flustered as Harry was putting on his trainer; Hedwig was saying on Hermione's shoulder, and she was carrying a squirming Crookshanks in her arms. Poppy was sprawled around Nyx's shoulders like a fluffy boa. 

"Mum and Dad just sent Hedwig back"—the owl fluttered obligingly over and perched on the top of her cage— "are you ready yet?" 

"Nearly—Ginny all right?" Harry asked, shoving his glasses. 

"Mrs. Weasley's patched her up," said Nyx. "But now Mad-Eye's complaining that we can't leave unless Sturgis Podmore's here, otherwise the guard will be one short." 

"Guard?" said Harry. "We have to got to King's Cross with a guard?" 

"You and Nyx have to got to King's Cross with a guard," Hermione corrected him. 

"Why?" said Harry irritably. "I thought Voldemort was supposed to be lying low, or are you telling me he's going to jump out from behind a dustbin to try and do me in?" 

Nyx grinned. 

"I don't know, it's just what Mad-Eye says," said Hermione distractedly, looking at her watch. "But if we don't leave soon we're definitely going to miss the train..." 

"WILL YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE NOW, PLEASE!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed and Nyx jumped as though scaled, Hermione hurried out of the room, Nyx not far behind her. Harry sized Hedwig, stuffed her unceremoniously into her cage, and set off downstairs after Hermione, dragging his trunk. 

Mrs. Black's portrait was howling with rage but nobody was bothering to close the curtains over her; all the noise in the hall was bound to rouse her again anyway. 

"You've got everything you need? Books, robes, wand, parchment, animal companions?" April questioned quickly as she looked Nyx over. 

"Yes, I've got everything," said Nyx dragging her large trunk behind her.