Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year Two: Chapter Five

Y/n's POV 

The end of the summer vacation came too quickly for my liking. I was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but I had enjoyed my time at the Burrow above all else. 

On our last evening, Mrs. Weasley cooked up a sumptuous dinner that included all of our favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding for Harry. Fred and George rounded up the evening with a display of Filibuster Fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour.

This particularly reminded me of the Fourth of July back in America, Dad, Mum, and I would go to the lake for the day and then end it by watching fireworks.

After fireworks,  it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.  It took a while to get started the next morning. We were up at dawn, but somehow we still seemed to have a great deal to do; Mrs. Weasley about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crosses the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car. 

I couldn't see how nine people, seven large trunks, three owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. I reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added. 

"Not a word to Molly," he whispered to Harry and I as he opened the trunk and showed us how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily. 

When at last we were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and I were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said, "Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?"

Harry and I shared a look, trying not to laugh at the truth of it.

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched to resemble a park bench.

"I mean, you'd never know it was so roomy from the outside, would you?" 

Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard; from beside me, Harry was turning back for a last look. I barely had time to get settled in comfortably before we were back — George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes after that, we skidded to a halt in the yard so Fred could run in for his broomstick. We had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that she'd forgotten her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, we were running very late, and tempers were running high. 

Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then it his wife.  "Molly, dear—" 

"No, Arthur—" 

"No one would see — this little button here is an invisibility booster I installed — that'd get us up in the air — then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any wiser—" 

"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight—" 

We reached King's Cross at a quarter to eleven. Mr. Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for our trunks and we all hurried into the station. 

I had caught the Hogwarts Express the previous year. The tricky part was getting onto platform nine and three quarters, which wasn't visible to the Muggle eye. What you had to do was walk through the solid barrier separating platforms nine and ten. It didn't hurt, but it had to be done carefully so that none of the Muggles noticed you vanishing. 

"Percy first," said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead, which showed we only had five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier.