THE DESCENDANT OF SLYTHERIN

CHAPTER 3 : BURROW

LAIA POV

I made it home and spent time with my Mum for about a week. Mrs. Weasley asked Mum to send me over to the Burrow for the holidays. She agreed, even though I asked to stay a little longer with her. Mum said, "The Weasleys asked for you to come." Now that I have no muggle school, I have to go; that we don't know, whether I have a chance to spend my holidays with my wizard friends with my muggle school and everything. She asks me to be happily spending time with my friends, without thinking about her. I don't know what to do. I want to go to the Burrow, but at the same time, how can I leave my Mum alone with my so-called step-father? But I have no choice other than to follow her words. So now I am packing to go to the Burrow. We are using Floo-powder to get to the Burrow. I got to the hall where Mum was there,

"Are you ready, Percy?"

"Yep."

"Remember, from this moment, you are Laia Black again."

"Yes, Mum."

She hugged me and handed me the Floo-powder,

"Clearly say 'Burrow.'"

I went to the fireplace along with my bags, threw the powder, and said,

"BURROW!"

When I got there, no one was there. I heard voices from the kitchen. I felt like an intruder, but I didn't want to miss their surprised faces. I reached the kitchen; there were my friends Ron, his brothers, my pranking partners Fred and George, and my namesake Percy, Mrs. Weasley, and another redhead. I think Mr. Weasley, but what surprised me is my little brother Harry Potter is there.

"Let's leave them to it," Ron muttered to Harry as Mrs. Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. "Come on, I'll show you my bedroom." I think I came here at the perfectly wrong time. Here I already am, so I decided to make my presence known.

"Sorry to intrude, guys. Hi, but I am here."

Every redhead turned to me. My brother recovered from the shock.

"Laia," he came near to me, hugged me. "I missed you, little sis."

"Harry, I missed you too. But when you came to the Burrow, Ron, why didn't you tell me before?"

That's when Ron recovered, hugged me. "Yes, I haven't, since he — okay. We got him this morning. We didn't have time to tell you. You didn't tell us you were coming over."

"Yes, I wanted to surprise you guys." Then I greeted the others, got introduced to Mr. Weasley, and then we left the kitchen for Ron's room. Mrs. Weasley asked me to share a room with Ron's little sister, Ginny. They explained to me how Ron, Fred, George, literally kidnapped Harry from his uncle's house with a flying car, and House-elf Dobby stopped letters from reaching Harry, asking him not to go to Hogwarts, and his warning letter from the Ministry of Magic. On the way up, we saw Ginny, but on seeing Harry, she got shy and went inside her room.

"Ginny," said Ron. "You don't know how weird it is for her to be this shy. She never shuts up normally —"

We climbed two more flights until we reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque on it, saying "RONALD'S ROOM." We stepped in, our heads almost touching the sloping ceiling, and blinked. It was like walking into a furnace: Nearly everything in Ron's room seemed to be a violent shade of orange. The bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling; nearly every inch of the shabby wallpaper was covered with posters of the same seven witches and wizards, all wearing bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks, and waving energetically.

"Your Quidditch team?" said Harry.

"The Chudley Cannons," said Ron, pointing at the orange bedspread, which was emblazoned with two giant black C's and a speeding cannonball. "Ninth in the league."