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pøa: flowers in your hair

~ the lumineers

"Ahh, now that's a nice sight"

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Harry's POV

Tom woke me the next morning with his usual toothless grin and a cup of tea. I got dressed and was persuading a disgrunted Hedwig back into her cage when Ron banged his way into the room, pulling a sweatshirt over his head and looking rather irritable.

"The sooner we get on the train, the better," he said. "At least I can get away from Percy at Hogwarts. Now he's accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of Penelope Clearwater, You know," Ron smirked a little, "his girlfriend. He's hidden her face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy...."

"I've got something to tell you," I began, but we were interrupted by Fred and George, who had looked for Ron to congratulate him for successfully agitating Percy again.

We headed down to breakfast, where Mr. Weasley was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow and Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Ginny were all decorating (Y/N)'s hair with flowers, they were all rather giggly. When (Y/N)'s eyes caught me staring, I couldn't help but smile at how pretty her (h/c) hair was at that moment. Ron knocked me out of my thoughts.

"What were you saying?" Ron asked as we moved towards our seats to sit down, me next to the giggling girls.

"Later," I muttered as Percy stormed in.

I had no chance to speak to Ron, Hermione, or (Y/N) in the chaos of leaving; we were too busy heaving our trunks down the Leaky Cauldron's narrow staircase and piling them up near the door, with Hedwig and Hermes perched on top in their cages.

"It's all right, Crookshanks," Hermione cooed through the cage. "I'll let you out on the train."

"You won't," Ron snapped. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"

He pointed at his chest, where a large lump appeared in his pocket.

Mr. Weasley, who was outside waiting for the Ministry cars with Anika, stuck his head in.

"They're here," he said. "Harry, (Y/N), come on."

Mr. Weasley marched (Y/N) and me across the short pavement toward the first out of two old-fashioned dark green cars.

"In you get, Harry -- you next, (Y/N)," said Mr. Weasley, glancing up and down the crowded street. 

We got in the back and were joined shortly by Hermione, Ron, and (to Ron's disgust) Percy.

The journey to King's Cross was very uneventful, seeing as there were people driving me to make sure the trip was uneventful.

We reached King's Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found trolleys, unloaded our trunks, touched their hats in salute, and drove away.

Mr. Weasley and Anika kept close to my elbows, though Anika played it down and less obvious than Mr. Weasley. 

"Right then," Mr. Weasley glanced around. "Let's do this in pairs, as there are so many of us. I'll go through first with Harry."

Mr. Weasley strolled toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, pushing my trolley and became very amused in the InterCity 125 that had arrived at platform nine. After a meaningful look at me, he leaned casually against the wall as I imitated him.

After a moment, we had fallen sideways through the solid metal and onto platform nine and three quarters, and I looked up to see the very familiar red Hogwarts Express.