DURSLEY ― harry potter

‣︎︎CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX:

THE TRAIN RIDE

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THE REMAINING WEEKS OF SUMMER PASSED QUICKLY.

Daisy was excited to see her friends again, but a part of her was dreading the judgments that came with Slytherin house.

Part of her just wanted to move in with the Weasley's — they all seemed to like her.

She spent her days with Ginny or the twins, feeling a mix of excitement and disappointment as they set off fireworks the last night at the Burrow.

She fell asleep in her transfigured bed next to Ginny's, comfier than she'd been at her parents' house the entire summer.

Dawn broke the morning of 1st September, and everyone was rushing around the house, half dressed and mumbling about lost items. Daisy snacked on a piece of toast as she put her remaining clothes away in her trunk, trying — and failing — to discourage Fred and George from trying to trap the ghoul in their trunk and take it to Hogwarts with them.

"Let's see if he'll wage a war with Peeves," Fred had said.

"Maybe we'll be on the winning side — he only lives with us."

In the end, Mrs. Weasley shouted at them for a full ten minutes, a lecture about growing up, learning to take school seriously, and stop trying to get expelled — and then offered to make Daisy a sandwich, something to fill her up before the train.

By the time they all crammed into the Ford Angela — the same one Fred, George, and Ron had rescued she and Harry in — Daisy surmised that Mr. Weasley must have charmed it to fit the group of nine into the vehicle.

"Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?" Mrs. Weasley asked as Daisy leaned her head on Fred's shoulder, stifling a yawn. "I mean, you'd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you?"

Mr. Weasley started the car and Daisy fiddled with her stuffed dragon, smiling when Fred leaned his head atop hers. Then, in standard Weasley fashion, they'd only managed five minutes before George shouted that he'd forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Just as they started down the road again, Fred shoved her off him and begged his parents to stop the car.

He'd forgotten his broomstick.

Not wanting to turn the car around, Mr. Weasley told Fred to run for it  — which he did, taking another seven minutes before he and his broom soared through the air. He stuffed it in the boot of the car with their trunks before clambering back in.

"Sorry, Daisy," he told her quietly. "Didn't mean to throw you off. You alright?"

Daisy gave him a sour look as Mr. Weasley continued driving. "Do that again and you lose all privileges."

He held a hand over his heart. "Prankster's honor, my dear Daisy, I will never shove you off my shoulder again."

She scowled playfully, fighting a smile. "Good, thank you." She said simply, laying her head back on his shoulder.

"No one would see — " Mr. Weasley was telling Mrs. Weasley. "— this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed — that'd get usup in the air — then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would beany the wiser —"