DURSLEY ― harry potter

‣︎︎CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE:

THEODORE

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WEDNESDAY CAME SOONER THAN EXPECTED, AND GINNY WOKE DAISY UP BEFORE MRS. WEASLEY HAD A CHANCE.

Like her cousin and the Weasley's, Daisy scarfed down four bacon sandwiches and grabbed her thin windbreaker over her favorite denim dungarees. She'd worn them so often the past year that holes were beginning to thin out the pockets and strings were falling from the seams.

Underneath, a green short-sleeved t-shirt with an owl — not that anyone could see the animal under the dungarees — and her longer socks and trusty shoes.

Mrs. Weasley herded them all to the fireplace and looked inside of a flowerpot off the mantelpiece.

"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today. Ah, well...guests first! After you, Harry, Daisy, dears."

Harry and Daisy exchanged a look.

"Em," Harry started and Daisy looked to George for help.

"What do we do?" They asked together.

Daisy frowned at her cousin. "Don't take my lines."

Harry simply rolled his eyes.

"He's never travelled by Floo Powder," Ron remembered, "neither of them have. Sorry, I forgot."

"Never?" Asked Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get your things from Diagon Alley last year?"

"I went underground," Harry explained.

"And you, Daisy? Did you travel under the ground as well?"

Daisy shook her head. "Professor McGonagall apparated me."

George's eyes widened. "She took you shopping?"

"Bet she thought you were going to be Gryffindor," Fred spoke up.

"Should've sent Snape," George finished and they sniggered at the idea.

"That would be dreadful," Daisy's nose crinkled. "I'd rather be chased by a troll again."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes went wide. "I heard about the troll last year, the school went out letters. Were you hurt?" She asked worriedly.

Daisy shrugged, a slight pink tinting her cheeks at the thought of hiding with Malfoy. Stupid prat. "No," she shook her head. "I was fine. Made it back to our common room safe and sound."

"Our?" Fred and George asked together. "Who's the other person?"

Daisy's eyes widened. "Theo," she spluttered quickly. "We got stuck. Definitely Theo. Nothing weird about that at all." She glanced at the fireplace, laughing nervously. "Wow, we should probably get going. Wouldn't want to be late to Hermione!"

"Floo powder's very quick," Mrs. Weasley explained to Harry and Daisy. "But goodness me, if you've never used it before—"

"—they'll be fine, Mum," Fred said confidently. Daisy's stomach did a somersault. She hoped they would be. "Harry, watch us. Daisy, you too."