Dinner was a very cheerful affair. They were all put together and ate through five delicious courses.
“I could get used to living here,” Cedric said.
“I know, I loved every day I spent here.” Megan said.
“Hey, Dad, how are we going to the station, tomorrow?” Fred asked.
“The Ministry’s providing a couple of cars.”
“Really? Why is that?” Percy asked pompously.
“Well, I no longer have one...” Mr Weasley said. “And as I work there, they’re doing me a favour.”
Megan’s cheeks flushed pink as she glanced at Ron, who looked uncomfortable two. They were the reason Mr Weasley’s car was no longer in their possession. They had flown it half way across England and hit a whacking tree with it. It had ever since been roaming the Forbidden Forest.
“Good thing too,” Mrs Weasley said. “Imagine lugging all your things! A right sight we’d be to Muggles...”
Some of them hadn’t finished packing so after dinner, everyone headed up to their rooms. Cedric accompanied Megan to hers.
“I was curious. We’re all several years younger than you, yet you keep hanging with us. How come?” Megan asked cheekily.
“Well, one’s sure not to be bored when you’re around,” he smiled.
“Oh, so you’re just friends with me because I’m a walking source of entertainment?” Megan teased, knowing he didn’t think that.
“No, I just think someone needs to keep you out of trouble,” Cedric teased back.
She nudged his elbow and laughed.
“Well, I still have to pack. See you in the morning, Megan.”
He kissed her cheek and headed away. Megan felt a slightly dumb smile reach the corner of her lips, and meant to turn to her room when she heard angry voices from the neighbouring room. It was ajar. She could hear Ron and Percy.
“It was here! On the table,” Percy was saying.
“And I didn’t touch it!” Ron snapped. “Why in Merlin’s beard would I want to take your stupid badge?”
“What’s wrong?” Megan asked.
“My Head Boy badge is gone.” Percy said.
“And Scabbers’ medicine! I got him some Rat Tonic, he’s been looking a bit poorly since Egypt, and I can’t find it anywhere. I think I left it downstairs...”
“You’re not leaving until I find my badge!” Percy snarled.
“I’ll get it,” Megan said. “I’m packed.”
She turned to the stair case and slipped into the bar. There, under a table, was the bottle. Just then, as she walked by the parlour, she heard more angry voices, this time belonging to Mr and Mrs Weasley. Megan was about to leave, not wanting to meddle with other people’s business, but the sound of her name made her stop.
“It makes no sense not to tell Megan,” Arthur was saying in a heated voice. “She’s got a right to know. But Fudge insists on babying her.”
“She’s just a child!” Mrs Weasley protested. “She’d be terrified by the truth! She’s happy not knowing, d’you really want her to go to school with that nagging in a corner of her mind?”
“Molly, it’s because she’s going there I want her to know! Black escaped from Azkaban! If he got out of there, he can get into Hogwarts! I don’t want to scare her, I want her to be ready! You know what those kids are like, getting into all sorts of trouble...”
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Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 3 - Past and Present
Fanfictie- Things are seldom what they appear - Megan was ready for yet another long, boring summer at the Dursleys. Little did she know that this summer would soon turn out even worse than the last. The reason? Her cousin's aunt Marge. And as if that wasn'...
