Into The Multiverse

Chapter 36 - Portkey

Yawning, I prepared the ingredients for breakfast for the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione. After prepping everything, I checked my watch.

<5.02 a.m.>

Mrs. Weasley: Damien, could you be a dear and call them up, please?

Damien: Of course.

Walking to the girls' room, I knocked on the door and called them.

Damien: Ginny! Hermione! We've got to get ready!

A few seconds of knocking on the door later,

Hermione(Muffled): Alright, Alright!

Ginny(Muffled): We're awake...

I said as I went to call the boys up.

Damien: Time to wake up, you four.

I said as I shook the two awake. Harry groans as he felt around for his glasses, put them on and sat up. Ron muttered indistinctly at me as he gets up as well. At the foot of Harry's mattress, two disheveled shapes emerge from tangles of blankets. 

Fred: 'S' time already?

Damien: Yes. Now get up, you goofs.

They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching. After a lot of persuading, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen as I sighed. Looking at the girls' room, I see that the door was still locked. Shrugging, I headed downstairs.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. He looked up as the boys entered and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt. 

Mr. Weasley: What d'you think? We're supposed to go incognito - do I look like a Muggle, you two?

Harry: Yeah... very good.

George: Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?

George asked, failing to stifle a huge yawn. 

Mrs. Weasley: Well, they're Apparating, aren't they? 

She said, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. 

Mrs. Weasley: So they can have a bit of a lie-in. 

Apparating, a spell that meant disappearing from one place and reappearing almost instantly in another. Almost like "Yamato"'s Dimensional Gate, but more complicated.

Fred: So they're still in bed? 

Fred grumpily said as he pulled his bowl of porridge toward him. 

Fred: Why can't we Apparate too?

Mrs. Weasley: Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test. And where have those girls got to?

Damien: I think they're getting ready. The door's still locked.

Nodding, she bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs. 

Harry: You have to pass a test to Apparate?

Mr. Weasley: Oh yes.

Mr. Weasley said, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans.