I Am Poison || hogwarts fanfic

1. Goodbye, Burrow - Hello, Hogwarts.

"NAVYYYY!"

"WHAT?"

I hear two identical sets of heavy footsteps. Fred & George.

"Quick, hide us!" Fred pants, supporting himself by clinging onto mine & Hermione's bedroom/the Weasley's guest room doorway

"Mum's out to get us," George finishes for him

"What have you two got up to now?" I sigh, shaking my head, "And why wasn't I included in this trouble making? I'm offended."

"Sorry, pipsqueak, but this one's a secret," Fred smirked. I narrowed my eyes and stared right into his eyes, flipping through his thoughts one by one.

"Break the damn eye contact, idiot! She's doing her freaky brain stealer thing!" George shoved Fred into the wall, effectively ruining my attempts to find out their secret.

"It's called Legilimency, stupid. You would know that if you paid attention during class," I sighed.

"You say that like you pay attention too. We both know you're too busy making swoony eyes at those two thickheads, Malfoy & Riddle," Fred punched my shoulder while George made obnoxious kissing noises.

"Shut it guys," I rolled my eyes. They kept laughing and making stupid moany noises, so with a flick of my finger, tape sealed nicely around their mouths. They grunted and struggled against the bonds, giving me the finger while I cackled and levitated my trunk and walked out the room.

"Give it, I dunno, half an hour? Then I'll let you guys go. Byeee!" I slammed the door, still doubling over with laughter. While I walked down the stairs, almost tripping over a blur of orange, quickly followed by a flash of black.

"Crookshanks! Winston! Quit it!"

"Hermione, what's going on?"

"The damn cats have been going at it the whole morning," she panted, spitting a curl of her unruly hair out of her mouth. "It's driving Mrs Weasley insane and I can't get them into their travelling crates."

"I got you, don't worry," I closed my eyes and the next second the two cats popped out of thin air onto the floor in front of us, neatly arranged and purring in their crates.

"Thanks, Vee, you're the best," Hermione grinned, picking up the two crates and walking down the rest of the stairs. I followed her, skipping into the kitchen. I set down my trunk in the living room and swung onto a kitchen stool, and immediately a mountain of food was shoved in my face.

"Eat up, sweetheart, you'll need the energy. God knows what food they serve on that train." Mrs Weasley instructed me, pushing the food even closer.

"Oi! Don't hate on the train lady- Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans is literally a life saver," Ron said, popping out from behind the counter, followed by Harry with Hedwig on his shoulder.

"Damn right, and don't get me started on those chocolate frogs," Ginny added from her spot next to me on the counter.

"Oh be quiet, you know nothing beats my cooking," Mrs Weasley grinned, puffing up. "Now eat!"

I quickly shovelled food down while skimming over the daily prophet. It was quickly snatched out of my hands. I looked up, pissed.

"What the fuck, Perce?"

"LANGUAGE!" Came a holler from the kitchen

"You're getting food all over an article about Mr Crouch," he sniffed, narrowing his eyes at me through thick tortoise shell frames. I rolled my eyes back and got up from my chair, finished.

"Oh shut up mate, why don't you marry that creep already?" I shot back. Fred & George came down from the rooms upstairs, tugging at the tape still around their mouths. They gestured, sarcastically acting as if they were starved, pointing and begging towards the platter of food heaped on the counter.

"Oh fine, here you go," I clicked my fingers and their bonds disappeared.

"Thanks, pipsqueak," the said in unison, immediately shoving food down their throats.

"COME ON YOU ALL! WE'RE LATE!"

"Coming, Mr Weasley!" Hermione came rushing down the stairs, arms spilling over with books.

"Geez, got enough books there, Hermione?" Harry laughed, looking up from where he was stuffing socks into his trunk.

"You can never have enough books," she huffed, all too serious.

"Here, lemme get that for you," Ron rushed towards her, sweeping all her books up into his arms. She brushed herself off and thanked him, running back up stairs.

"God, can we just get a move on? Where's she off to? And Navy, can you go grab Ginny?" Mr Weasley appeared in the doorway. I nodded and rushed up the stairs to Ginny's room.

"Come on, Gins, your dad is one second away from blowing his head off his body."

"Coming, coming - and don't call me that, it sounds like I'm an alcoholic drink or something." She said, dragging her trunk from under her bed.

"What's wrong with that?" I smirked. "And here, lemme get that for you." I raised my hand, levitating her trunk and directing it out the door.

When we made it downstairs all the trunks had cleared out of the living room, and Ginny's was the last one through the gates of The Burrow. I assessed everyone, smiling as I looked at my best friends.

Ron, with his arms full of Hermione's books, always eager to please her. Hermione with the cats, Harry petting Hedwig, the twins whispering to each other, laughing, Ginny prodding a garden gnome, Percy with his head stuck in the Barty Crouch article, and Mr Weasley admiring the muggle taxi cars with Mrs Weasley fondly watching him.

"All right guys, let's get moving!"

We all filed into the taxis, sorting ourselves between the three cabs. I ended up squashed between Hermione & Ginny with my cat, Winston, and Hermione's Crookshanks purring at our feet. Mrs Weasley hopped into the front seat and fumbled with the muggle money for the driver. She gave him a green $100 and smiled broadly, "Is this enough?"

The driver oggled at the massive tip and nodded frantically, shoving the note down his trouser pants. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at Mrs Weasley, who looked very proud of her 'knowledge' of dealing with muggle money.

We started driving off to the station, and I chatted happily between my two best girl friends. We snickered at the thought of the boys having to deal with Mr Weasley and his insistent love of the muggle cars.

After a few minutes, we pulled up to the station and hopped out. Unable to use magic around the muggle taxi drivers, we all had to lug our heavy baggage out of the boots barehand. I watched with amusement as Fred & George teased Percy for his weak muscles.

"Hey! Navy!"

I looked up to see a bundle of brown curls and flashing eyes barrelling towards me.