Tonks | Harry Potter | Ron Weasley

Chapter Two- Wizards Galore

Circe shook the fall off, pulling herself to her feet, and then turning to help Hermione up.

She turned to face the same way as Mr. Weasley, seeing a pair of grumpy old wizards, both in attempts at muggle fashion.

"Morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to one of the wizards, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some. . . . We've been here all night. . . . You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite. . . . Weasley . . . Weasley . . ." He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory . . . second field . . . ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him.

' The group set off on their next bit of the walk, which didn't take more than 20 minutes, but was still tiring for the unathletic kids.

Eventually they reached a cottage, and a man stepped out–clearly a muggle.

Mr. Weasley fumbled around with a stack of muggle cash, needing Harry's help in paying the muggle.

The group continued forward, walking through the field of tents, each looking as muggle like, while being as unmuggle like as possible. Some tents had chimneys, some had large animals just outside.

"Ah, here we are," Mr. Weasley said, turning to a small plot of land, with a sign that read Weezly.

Harry's brows furrowed, but other than him and Hermione, they all knew what was coming.

"Couldn't have a better spot!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The field is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be." He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. "Right," he said excitedly, "no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on Muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult. . . . Muggles do it all the time. . . . Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start?"

Harry frowned, an unsure look on his face. Circe chuckled. It was clear to everyone other than Mr. Weasley that Harry himself had never been camping. Not a day in his life.

But with his muggle knowledge, and Hermione's smarts, they managed to put together the tent quite easily.

They stepped back to look at the tents, and Circe watched as Hermione and Harry exchanged an unsure glance, surly thinking about once they had three more people with them.

Circe then turned to Ron with a grin. He seemed to be thinking the same as her.

"We'll be a bit cramped," he called, "but I think we'll all squeeze in. Come and have a look."

They let Harry go in first, sure that his shock would be the most entertaining part of the day.

Hermione followed him, and then Ron and Circe. They watched as the two who grew up as muggles looked around in awe, taking in the size of the tent, though Circe and Ron were much less impressed.

"Well, it's not for long," said Mr. Weasley, mopping his bald patch with a handkerchief and peering in at the four bunk beds that stood in the bedroom. "I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesn't camp much anymore, poor fellow, he's got lumbago."

He picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside it. "We'll need water. . . ."

"There's a tap marked on this map the Muggle gave us," said Ron. "It's on the other side of the field."