Professor of Secrets

3

Chapter Three

I noticed I haven't really included Nico into this story, so I wanted you to know he'll arrive at Hogwarts with the first years. Nico also is staying a the leaky caldron unless I say otherwise and his things were sent to him by his father.

A few days later, it was the morning to board the Hogwarts Express. There was a mad rush in the Weasley household as everyone scrambled to get their equipment. Fred aparated downstairs into the kitchen where Mrs Weasley was cooking.

"FRED! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME!" Mrs Weasley yelled that of course.

Then Ron aparated down as well, to get to breakfast quicker. Unfortunately he missed and landed on Ginny who was dragging her trunk down the stairs.

"So unfair," Ginny grumbled from underneath. "We never learned to do that last year. The ministry was scared that we would 'use this skill to spread disorder.'" She made quotation marks with her hands.

Ron grinned. "Ha. We did it. You're the only one in the family who can't now. You'll probably learn it this year. Now let's get breakfast!" He disappeared with a crack, only to miss again and land on Mrs Weasley. Cue the yelling.

Ginny gingerly climbed to her feet muttering about mean elder brothers who teased their poor sister about not knowing how to do something.

Harry stumbled into the dining room with his hair sticking up at all angles. He hadn't even brushed it yet.

As soon as Harry entered, Mr Weasley - who was going to take them to Kings Cross - started bombarding him with questions what plugs or eckelecity was.

Professor Jackson was watching with bewilderment. "Reminds me of my friends and I when we were travelling the world. Either Coach Hedge or Leo would always wake us us up with megaphones, explosions or random noises. By the way, where is George?"

Harry shrugged and sat down to eat. Big mistake. George burst into the room, accompanied by firecrackers that would darted under his bottom as he sat down and then let off a shower of sparks and a hideous smell. Needless to say that Harry was not pleased.

"Whooooooo!" Shouted George. "How'd ya' like my new invention Fred my boy. I call them 'Fart-Crackers'. And you say you come up with all the joke shop ideas."

Fred leapt to his feet and grinned madly. "George, my not-as-awesome-as-me brother. I like your idea but we should probably hide them before mum blows up. At Hogwarts, Minnie said we could use the Room of Requirement to make our products. We need to be stocked."

Mrs Weasley was turning red now. "PUT THEM AWAY NOW! And who's 'Minnie'?"

"Well-" started George.

"She's actually-" continued Fred.

"Professor McGonagall-"

"But we call her Minnie-"

"Because her first names Minerva-"

"But that's too long-"

"And annoying-"

"To say." They both finished. Percy laughed.

"Ha! You call Minerva 'Minnie'," he said. "Wow, your lucky you're alive if you said that to her face. I called her that once and she almost killed me."

Fred and George laughed along with him. Mrs Weasley looked like she was about to burst, Harry looked overwhelmed by the amount of questions Mr Weasley was still throwing at him, Ron's face was (unsurprisingly) buried in food while Hermione and Ginny looked at each other with identical disgusted expressions at his lack of table manners.