CHAPTER NINE ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Okay guys, we're going on a mission."
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Y/N POV
As I approached the Burrow, a feeling of warmth washed over me like a comforting hug. The scent of Mrs. Weasley's cooking filled the air outside, and I could hear the laughter and antics of the Weasley siblings echoing throughout the house. I had never visited their home before, and the thought of spending the summer with them filled me with excitement.
"She is more than welcome to stay with us for the summer," Mrs. Weasley's voice spoke. "It would be my pleasure."
"You are a lifesaver, Molly," My mother sighed, smiling brightly. "My husband and I have just been so busy with finding a new job for him that we thought she would rather enjoy her summer with you."
"Yes, yes, of course," Mrs. Weasley replied. "I will gladly take her off your hands. I wish you both the best of luck!"
"Thank you so much!" my mother said gratefully. She then turned to me, her expression softening. "Darling, if you need anything, just send an owl. I love you."
With a quick kiss to my forehead, my mother Disapparated, leaving me standing with Mrs. Weasley.
I glanced over at her, hesitating. "Are you sure it's alright that I'm staying with you?"
"Nonsense, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied. "Everyone will be thrilled that you're staying with us."
I gave a small smile, feeling reassured. "Alright, then."
As we made our way toward the Burrow, the smell of fresh bread wafted through the air, mixing with the grassy scent of the countryside. Just as we stepped inside, I saw Fred Weasley standing on the kitchen table, juggling apples with a mischievous grin. George stood beside him, egging him on.
"One more!" George shouted, tossing up a crisp red apple to which caused Fred to drop all five others.
"Bloody hell, George! I wasn't ready yet!" Fred groaned, bending down and picking them up.
Mrs. Weasley sighed and whispered to me, "I don't know what it is about those boys, but they attract disaster wherever they go."
I stifled a laugh. "I think it's pretty entertaining, actually."
Just as Fred managed to regain control of his juggling act, Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out sharply. "Fred! George! Would you please behave? We have a guest!"
