𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔. - golden trio era au

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

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Dawn nearly screamed.

She would have, had it not been for Ron clamping his hand over her mouth just in time and making shushing noises that were rather pointless as he was just as loud. It took her a moment to fully process what was happening. Ron Weasley was sat at the end of her bed, just as red haired and tall as ever, looking around her room with an intense curiosity.

"You're room looks so normal," he said, having the audacity to sound surprised.

The reality finally hit her and she sat up in bed, pulling her blankets to cover herself. "What the bloody hell are you doing in my room? What the bloody hell are you doing in my house? What are you doing in Surrey? Don't you live in Devon?"

"Calm down, woman," Ron hissed, straining his ears to check that she hadn't woke anyone up with her questioning. "I've been sending letters all summer - asked about twelve times for you to stay over. Then the other day dad came home and said Harry got in trouble for performing underage magic. So me, Fred and George have come to rescue you. Of course, that is if you want rescuing. They are your family. But they are awful. The choice is yours."

He said all this very fast and Dawn, having just woke up, was very slow in processing it. "What?"

Ron gave an irritated sigh. "Do you want to go back to Hogwarts?"

"Of course!"

"Then come with us," he urged. "Fred and George are getting yours and Harry's school stuff from downstairs. And the whole giving you an option thing was just a ruse. I was going to take you with us whether you like it or not. Now get packed. Here, I'll help. You have a lot more things than Harry does."

It was only when Ron opened up her wardrobe and started ripping clothes off their hangers and dumping them on her that Dawn jumped up from bed to shove it into bags. He was entirely unbothered that she was in just a nightgown and just glossed over it so she didn't bring it up either, just shrugged on a jacket.

"Is that it?" asked Ron when they had zipped up her backpack and checked that they hadn't left anything else too important.

"Just one last thing," she said. She rushed to her dresser and dragged out a sheet of paper and a pen. She scribbled a quick note to her parents, apologising for leaving in the middle of the night and promising that she would see them next summer. She wasn't all too sure she would be able to face them for Christmas after this. "There. If I've left anything, I'm sure Dudley would be able to send it."

"Brilliant," said Ron, heaving the backpack over his shoulders. "Let's get going then." They reached the landing just as Harry, Fred and George got up the final step with the last of the things that had been locked in the cupboard under the stairs. They all went silently into Harry's room where Dawn had to stop suddenly to process that there was a flying car outside of his window.

"How -"

"Don't question it, little sunshine," Fred panted with the effort to fit the second trunk into the back of the car. "We need to get moving."

"Don't call me sunshine and I won't question it," replied Dawn hotly. Fred didn't say another word so Dawn approached Hedwig, who was oddly silent. It was like she understood the urgency of the situation. "Hello sweetheart," she cooed gently, sticking her fingers through the bar of the cage to pet her feathers. "Don't worry, we're getting out of here." She grabbed the cage and handed it off to the boys who were now settling themselves into the car before she clambered in herself.