"It's not much." Ron said, shuffling his feet.
"It's PERFECT." Harry and I chorused, and the twins threw their arms around my shoulders.
"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be all pleased to see Daisy and Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car." Fred said. "Oh, and Daisy, you're rooming with us."
I grinned.
"Right." Ron said. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the -"
Ron had gone a nasty greenish colour, his eyes fixed on the house. We all wheeled around.
Mrs Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a sabre-toothed tiger.
"AH." Fred said.
"Oh dear." George said.
Mrs Weasley came to a halt in front of us, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket. I sniggered. The twins and Ron are in deep shit.
"SO." She said.
"Morning, Mum." George said, in what he clearly thought was a jaunty, winning voice.
"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" Mrs Weasley said in a deadly whisper.
"Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to - "
All three of Mrs Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them, and I was trying to restrain a grin.
"Beds empty! No note! Car gone! ... could have crashed! ... out of my mind with worry! ... did you care? ... never, as long as I've lived! ... you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy! ..."
"Perfect Percy." Fred muttered.
"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" Mrs Weasley yelled, prodding a finger in Fred's chest. "You could have DIED, you could have been SEEN, you could have lost your father his JOB -"
It seemed to go on for hours, I was trying that hard not to laugh. Mrs Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry and me, and we backed away.
"I'm very pleased to see you, Daisy and Harry, dears. Come in and have some breakfast." She said.
She turned and walked back into the house. I gave it a second before I burst out laughing.
"Shut up, Daisy." George grinned.
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We had de-gnomed the garden, and I got my gnomes ten feet past the old tree stump which we were supposed to be throwing them to. I'm such a legend.
Ginny, the little girl who was Fred and George's little sister, appeared once, but ran back upstairs to her room when she saw Harry. I can tell a crush when I see one ...
I was now in Fred and George's room, watching the Marauder's Map. We pretty much stalked the professors who were roaming the halls.
"Here," I said, "there's something I have to show you."
I got my laptop and phone out of my trunk.
"What are THOSE?!" The twins exclaimed.
I explained to them what they were, and what the internet was, grinning.
I opened up Google, resting my hand on the base of the laptop and using my powers to turn on the wifi. I don't know how I can use magic more efficiently than other witches and wizards my age without a wand, heck, than any other witch and wizard I've ever met except Albus Dumbledore!
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Daisy Potter and the Heir of Slytherin (Book 2, Harry Potter ff)
FanfictionFred Weasley x fem!oc Fem!oc x fem!oc Draco Malfoy x fem!oc Daisy has visited her squad over the summer, and now she has this book she found in her trunk ... that talks! Daisy is meeting up with the Weasley twins, and planning plans that could mean...