The Tale of Alexandria Black

Chapter 13

Yawning and grumbling, the Weasleys slouched while going to the yard with Harry. Raven and I followed behind them, not wanting to miss out on the fun. When we stepped into the garden, my eyes immediately caught sight of my mum’s garden of Bleeding Hearts and Roses. Mum and I have worked on that garden since we moved here.

“Bet I can kick a gnome farther than you can,” Raven remarked with a smirk playing on her lips.

“Game on,” I said with a laugh.

We split up to find the little meneces. After about ten minutes of looking, I caught sight of the little, leathery bastard.

“Gotcha!” I dove for it and caught it. I took three steps and drop-kicked it. It hit the tree stump that was off in the distance.

“Not bad, for a rookie that is. Can you throw it that far?” Fred told me as he threw on that landed where the gnome I kicked landed.

Raven caught hold of one and drop-kicked her’s, which landed a little farther than mine did. “Goal! Beat that, Black.”

“With pleasure, Moody.”

Soon enough it became an all out war, with gnomes being thrown and kicked out of the yard.

“See, they’re not that bright,” George explained to Harry as he seized five gnomes. “The moment they know what is going on, they come to the top to see what is going on. You would think that they would have learned by now.”

Once all the gnomes were all gone, there was a collective sigh of relief to have finished the job.

“They’ll be back,” Ron said as we watched the little pest retreat in defeat. “They love it here, with dad’s soft spot for them.”

I stopped listening to little Ronald, and started talking with Raven.

“I definitely beat you, Black,” Raven stated as she threw her arm around my shoulders.

I pushed her arm off and scoffed. “No, you most definitely did not.”

We all got inside and sat down on the couch as the front door slammed opened.

“He’s back,” exclaimed George, jumping out of his seat. “Dad’s home!”

“Don’t forget about me, George Weasley,” said a light haired women with a sarcastic tone.

“Mum,” I yelled out as I rushed to the kitchen and gave my mother a bone crushing hug.

She returned my hug and laughed. “ hey, sweet child of mine, how has your summer been?”

Everyone made their way into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast table. Mr. Weasley was slumped at the head of the table with his glasses off and hands over his eyes as if he was stressed to the point of never coming back.

“Arthur, you look a mess,” Mum commented to him as she took a seat to his left.

“Says the one who still smells like desert with sand and dirt all over you.”

“Ooh, so snarky Arthur s going to make a rare appearance. What happened?”

As he began to explain what was wrong, I sat down next to my mum and beside George with Raven across from me. I put my feet in her lap and began dozing off, obviously using George’s shoulder as a pillow. I began thinking back to the time I first met all the Weasley children.

I walked into the house that seemed that it shouldn’t have been even standing. Behind my mother I could take in as much details as I wanted to at the time. I really didn’t want to be here in the strangers’ house. I felt like I didn;t belong. I wanted to be back in my house with my mum and dad. Mrs. and Mr. Weasley briskly called their children down to what I assumed was the living area of the house.

“George, Fred, take Alexandria’s things to the room across the hall from you.” Two identical boys around the same age as I was (twins I assumed) walked over to me and grabbed my things from my hands.

“Here let me get this for you,” one of them states. He and his brother began trekking upstairs to the place of destination, also known as my new room. The who spoke to me turned around when he realized that I wasn't following them. “Fred, wait.” He walked back down to me and with his free hand he grabbed my hand and began pulling me behind him. “ Come on, nothing to be afraid of,” the ginger stated with a reassuring look. I begrudgingly began to follow him after looking toward my mum for confirmation that it was okay to go with him.

They took me up to a small bedroom with a bed, dresser, and a small closet. They twin gingers placed my stuff on my bed, shared a look and turned back to me. The one who the other one referred to as Fred spoke up first.

“Hi, I’m Fred Weasley, and this is my twin brother George, “ Fred told me as he gestured towards the one who had spoken to me. He waved in my direction, looking at me with his brown eyes that could draw anyone into the depths of his eyes.

“If you need anything, and we mean anything, we will be just across the hall,” George said with a soft voice. He and his brother began walking out when I called to them.

“Wait, could you- um- help me - ugh- unpack?”

They shared another look and both nodded as they walked back to my room.

“Thank you.”

“Like cars for instance?!?”

I woke up, found the source of the noise and cringed. Of course Mrs.Weasley would be the source of the yelling. Mum looked down at me with an amused expression. Mr. Weasley eyes jerked opened as Mrs. Weasley held the poker as if it was a sword. He stared guiltily at his wife.

“C-cars?”

“Yes, Arthur, cars,” Mrs. Weasley stated with venom. “Imagine a wizard buying a rustic old car and telling his wife that he just wanted to know how it worked, but instead enchanting it to make it fly.”

They went back and forth for awhile and I dozed off again. Next thing I knew was that I was being shaken awake by my mother once everyone could leave after the eruption of Mt. Molly Weasley.  That lady could be so scary when she wanted to be.

Raven and I went up to my room and plopped down on the floor and began to ponder about what would happen this year at Hogwarts.