Tonks | Harry Potter | Ron Weasley

Chapter One- The Portkey

"Circe, dear," Molly Weasley's voice entered her dreams, pulling her from unconsciousness.

She managed to unstick her eyes, rubbing her hands over them and sitting up.

On her left was Hermione in a sleeping bag, just as she was, and on her right was Ginny in her own warm bed. They, too, were attempting to wake themselves up.

From the other room, Circe heard a Weasley twin grunt as he hit his head on the wall. Circe chuckled, pulling herself out of the sleeping bag.

Just a few minutes later, Circe found herself leaving her temporary room with her bag, only to find the Weasley boys and Harry also descending the staircase.

"Well, don't you look pleasant," Fred chuckled. Circe smacked his arm.

"Morning, Tonks," Harry greeted in a much kinder tone than Fred.

"G'mornin'," she mumbled.

"Did you actually get any sleep?" Ron asked.

Circe shrugged. "Not much, I was too excited."

"Ah," he grunted. "Well, I couldn't sleep because of these loons."

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they found the Weasley parents to already be bustling around the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was stirring a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was checking their tickets for the World Cup.

Upon seeing the children–specifically Harry–Mr. Weasley stopped, holding his arms out to show off his clothes. He was wearing a golfing sweater and an old pair of jeans that were much too big for him.

"What d'you think?" he asked anxiously. "We're supposed to go incognito — do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Yeah," said Harry, smiling, "very good."

"Where are Bill, Charlie and Percy?" George asked, yawning mid-way through his question.

"Well, they're apparating, of course," Molly Weasley said. "So they get a bit of a lie-in."

Fred groaned. "Why can't we just apparate?"

Molly scowled. "You boys are not of age yet, and have yet to pass the test."

"There's a test?" Harry asked, clearly much less knowledgeable than the wizards and witches around him. That's what happens when one grows up in a muggle household.

"Oh, yes," Molly said. "It's a dangerous thing. Just the other week, two adult men got splinched."

Those other than Harry winced. He glanced around in confusion.

"Splinched?" he asked.

"Left half of their body behind," Mr. Weasley explained. "So they couldn't move either way. And it can cause a lot of pain."

Harry grimaced. "We're they okay?"

"Oh yes," said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly. "But they got a

heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult

wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms — slower, but safer."

"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?"

"Charlie had to take the test twice," said Fred, grinning. "He failed the first time, Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping,

Remember?"

"Yes, well, he passed the second time," said Mrs. Weasley,

marching back into the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.