Silver Hourglass

Pixies and Tryouts Chapter 13

The summer flew by after that, Harry spending the entirely with the Weasleys. Sometimes Harry caught Fred and George whispering to each other, Harry getting a few words such as "him" "hot" and "ours."

One time, they were hunched over a table, a sheet of parchment paper in front of them. "No, we need evergreen leaves; he loves the smell of evergreens."

"No you idiot," Fred whispered, "Evergreen needles will offset the rose thorns."

"Then how will it smell like evergreens?" George asked.

"I don't know..."

"Do you need help?" Harry offered. The twins blushed and covered the paper quickly. "N-No thanks Harry." Fred said.

"Yeah, how about we all go play Quidditch?"

"Okay..." Harry said. That was the last time he caught the twins doing anything weird like that, though the whispers still continued. Harry was excited to return to Hogwarts and see his friends again, though he admitted he will miss the Burrow. It was the first place in a long time he actually felt at home, or part of a family. He felt a twinge of jealousy towards Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up on Private Drive.

On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry's favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.

It took a long while to get started next morning. They were up at dawn, but somehow they still seemed to have a great deal to do. Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car. Harry couldn't see how eight people, six large trunks, two owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. He had reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added.

"Not a word to Molly," he whispered to Harry as he opened the trunk and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily.

When at last they were in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said "Muggles do know more then we give them credit for, don't they?" She and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. "I mean, you'd never know it was this roomy from the outside would you?"

Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard. Harry turned back for a last look at the house. He barely had time to wonder when he'd see it again when they were back—George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes after that they skidded to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick. They had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, they were running very late, and tempers were running high.

Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.

"Molly, dear—"

"No, Arthur—"

"No one would see—this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed—that'd get us up in the air—then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser—"

"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight—"

They reached King's Cross at a quarter to eleven. Mr. Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for their trunks and they all hurried into the station.