Twice Rescued | Esmerelda Potter

2. The Burrow

"C'mon!" Dora shouts. "We're late as it is! You should have packed like a week ago! You definitely have had the time!"

I sigh, throwing random clothes into my trunk, some from my drawers, some from on the floor. It is finally time to go to the Weasleys, and I've never been happier to leave the house. I was supposed to pack my trunk a day ago, but I was too busy thinking about Dobby's warning.

"Esmerelda Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

I close my trunk and slide it downstairs, ignoring the constant voice going off in my head.

I grab Captiosus's cage and haul it downstairs, carefully setting it on the tiled floor. I set her free just before I left in hopes she would make it to the Weasley's before dinnertime. Also, she hasn't had much of a chance to stretch out her wings this summer.

"Ready, Marmalade?" Dora asks, her hair turning a light blue, meaning she is content. Ever since the first week of summer, before her Auror training started, Dora had been insistent on giving me a nickname. 'Marmalade' was just the one that stuck.

I lightly grab Dora's wrist and we apparate.

My stomach contracts and twists in the air, scrambling up the toast and eggs I had for breakfast. My feet finally land on the ground, and I try to regain my balance without throwing up.

In front of me is a huge house, that I guess to be held up with magic, considering it looks very top-heavy. There are many strange shaped windows, and I notice at least four brick chimneys on top of the house.

"Let's go in!" Dora smiles and leads me down the cobblestone path.

The path finally ends, at what I guess is the front door. There is a worn brown sign that reads 'The Burrow.'

"Are we supposed to knock?" I ask Dora. She shrugs in return. "Why not?"

Before I can pull my hand back, the door flies open, and none other than Mrs. Weasley greets me at the door.

"Oh, Esmerelda! How good to see you!" Mrs. Weasley chirps, pulling Dora and I inside.

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After Dora leaves almost an hour later, Mrs. Weasley helps take my trunk upstairs to the room I'm staying in. As we climb one short flight of stairs, Mrs. Weasley pushes a tall brown door open. 

The walls are a dull pink, with one wall covered in posters, mostly Quidditch posters, at a closer look, with a lovely window seat in the corner. 

"This is my daughter Ginny's room," Mrs. Weasley says. "You'll meet her in a few minutes. And don't worry, she said that it was okay for you to stay in her room."

I drop my trunk on the chair beside the bed, even without unpacking, then turn to leave. 

"By the way, Ron should be in his room. It's all the way at the top, by the attic," Mrs. Weasley instructs. "I'll call you down when lunch is ready!"

I climb up just one flight of stairs when a large bang explodes from the room on the left, nearly making me trip. 

It has to be the twins' room, considering the entire floor smells like dungbombs.

Luckily, no more explosions occur on the way up, which I am moderately surprised about. When I reach the very top, I glance at the brown door labeled 'Ronald's Room.'

I knock three times.

A moment passes. "For the last time, Fred, I don't want to test those stupid dungbombs!" Ron shouts angrily from behind the door.