When the train pulled into the station, we all exited neatly. I gave Harry
and Hermione a hug goodbye and followed Ron to his family.
“Thanks for letting me stay with you guys,” I said, smiling.
“It’s not a problem at all, dear,” Molly said, smiling at me.
“Hi, I’m Ginny,” the only girl said.
“Sky,” I said smiling.
“I’m George,” Fred said.
“I’m Fred,” George said.
“And I’m Dumbledore,” I said laughing.
“How’d you know?” They both said simultaneously.
“I’ve always been able to tell you apart,” I explained.
“Lucky you, none of us can.” Ginny said. We slowly left the station.
***************
As summer slowly passed, I adjusted to the new environment. I would wake up
early and go outside. I loved sitting in the Weasleys' yard and watching the
gnomes. Then, I’d go inside and help cook, without magic of course. After
breakfast, we would play Quidditch or I’d just hang out with Ginny. Then, I’d
help with dinner and collapse into bed. One night, towards the end of summer,
Fred came into the room I was sharing with Ginny.
“Sky,” he whispered, shaking me awake. I sat bolt upright and followed him
out. After a while we got downstairs.
“Why in God’s name did you wake me up?” I hissed at the twins and Ron. It
seemed like a prank.
“We have to go get Harry,” Ron said. “They locked him up.” I nodded and, in
my pajamas and coat, followed them. After flying for a while, we found the house
and woke Harry. He slowly passed us his trunk. We proceeded to pull the bars off
his window. Now, for those of you who have never pulled bars off of someone’s
window by attaching them to the hitch of a flying car and driving away as fast
as possible, you may not know that it makes a rather loud noise. We dropped them
and Harry passed us Hedwig. We pulled him into the car as his Uncle tried to
pull him back. Not to be mean, but we knew the man didn’t die, so we sped away.
“Why didn’t you respond to our letters?” I said angrily.
“I didn’t get them. Some house-elf named Dobby took them. He doesn’t want
me to go to Hogwarts, so he got me in trouble.” He sighed telling us the whole
story.
“Whose house-elf was it?” I asked.
“You know what a house-elf is?” Someone asked me.
“A house-elf is a magical creature. They have been enslaved my wizards for
centuries. They are usually owned by upper-class rich wizards and witches and
stay in the family. They can be extremely loyal or the opposite. They do their
master’s bidding.” I finished.
“It’s probably the Malfoys'. They are rich enough to have a house elf,” Ron
said.
“Why would they warn Harry? Malfoy hates him, remember?” I asked, rolling
my eyes.
“Dobby said they would be mad if they knew,” Harry started. “But it doesn’t
sound like Malfoy’s family.”
“It doesn’t matter that much, it just matters that there is a deranged
house elf who knows that something bad is gonna happen,” I said.
“For a while, we thought it was just the owl’s faults, but now we know
better,” I said.
At first, we thought we got away with it, and then, “Where have you been?”
I heard Mrs. Weasley shriek. “Beds empty, no note,”
Ron interrupted, “They were starving him, he had bars on his window,”
“You’d better hope we don’t put bars on your windows,” She said
threateningly.
“Sorry, Mrs. Weasley,” I said, looking down. The boys followed suit.
“Of course, I don’t blame you, Harry,” She said before she started off
about how thin he was. “Sky, I’d have thought you’d of at least left a note,
dearie.”
“Sorry, it’s hard to leave a note when they dragged me out of bed in the
middle of the night,” I said angrily.
“Poor dear, you must be hungry and exhausted,” She fretted making breakfast
as fast as was magically possible. A minute later, we were eating breakfast.
Ginny came downstairs while we were eating, “Mum, do you know where my
jumper is?” She asked.
“It was on the cat, dear,” Molly said. Ginny spotted Harry and stood
shocked for a minute, before running upstairs.
“She’s obsessed with you,” I rolled my eyes at Harry who looked baffled.
“You boys need to de-gnome the garden,” Molly said.
“But I like the gnomes,” I protested.
“They are pests, Sky,” Molly reminded me.
“You have gnomes?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, they're fascinating,” I said.
“I’ll help, I’ve never de-gnomed a garden before,” Harry offered. Mrs.
Weasley pulled a book by Gilderoy Lockhart *gag* out.
“We know how to de-gnome the garden, ma,” Fred said.
“Gilderoy says,” she started. I toned her out; I hated him and his books.
He was such a liar. He fought zombies and liked lilac? Yeah, right.
“We get it Mum,” Ron said. She hurried us outside, muttering about if she
found a single gnome. The boys began picking them up, spinning them lasso style,
and then lodging them over the fence.
“The poor gnomes,” I whispered. Harry heard me and smiled, handing me a
gnome secretly. He looked angry to be handled, but happy he wasn’t being thrown.
After Molly checked the yard, I let him loose.
When we went inside Mr. Weasley came in.
“Hi Mr. Weasley,” I beamed; he was a nice man.
“Hey Dad,” The boys chorused.
“Who are you?” He asked Harry.
“Harry, Harry Potter,” He said smiling.
“You’ll never believe what your boys did last night! They dragged Sky out
of bed and drove that flying car of yours all the way to Surrey and back.” She
said angrily.
“Really? How’d it go?” He asked. She slapped his arm. “I mean, boys that was
very wrong of you.” He winked. I knew we would talk later. We walked away
leaving them to argue over the car.
We showed Harry to Ron’s room. It was covered in posters of the Chudley
Cannons, the world’s worst Quidditch team. He also had weird wizard comics.
“I know it’s not much, it’s a bit small and you can hear the ghoul in the
attic, but it's home,” Ron said.
“It’s the best house I’ve ever been in,” Harry said happily.
“Ditto,” I said, putting my arm around the boys’ shoulders.
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Appriciate it! This is 3 pages in word. I like this chapter, its overall happy. A few people now have asked me about Sky's character and development of her and sides of her ect. Sky is actually based on a bunch of people I know clumped together. Also she acts how she does because of how she started out. How would you feel if as a baby your parents gave you to someone else and died, then that person abandoned you in an orphange wher everyone hates you? Sky is jsut starting to get a real life with happiness, so it might take some time for her character to develop.
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