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

Year Four: Chapter Five

I want some Panera bread 

3rd person POV:

Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to steep in Ron's room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley. 

 "Time to go, Harry, dear," she whispered, moving away to wake Ron. 

 Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It was still dark outside. Ron muttered indistinctly as his mother roused him. At the foot of Harry's mattress he saw two large, disheveled shapes emerging from tangles of blankets. 

 "'S time already?" said Fred groggily. 

 They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen. 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. 

 "What d'you think?" he asked anxiously. "We're supposed to go incognito - do I look like a Muggle, Harry?" 

 "Yeah," said Harry, smiling, "very good." 

 "Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn. 

 "Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. "So they can have a bit of a lie-in." 

 Harry knew that Apparating meant disappearing from one place and reappearing almost instantly in another, but had never known any Hogwarts student to do it, and understood that it was very difficult. 

 "So they're still in bed?" said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. "Why can't we Apparate too?" 

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

 She bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs. 

 "You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked. 

 "Oh yes," said Mr. Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans. "The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done property it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves."

 Everyone around the table except Harry winced. 

 "Er - splinched?" said Harry. 

 "They left half of themselves behind," said Mr. Weasley, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. "So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind....." 

 Harry had a sudden vision of a pair of legs and an eyeball lying abandoned on the pavement of Privet Drive. 

 "Were they okay?" he asked, startled. 

 "Oh yes," said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly. "But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms - slower, but safer."