Summer was almost over. When I woke up, I ran a hand through my hair as I walked out of Ginny's room quietly. I was going to walk up the stairs towards the bathroom, when I heard Mrs Weasley yelling. "WHERE... HAVE... YOU... BEEN?!" I peered over the edge of the stairs, seeing the twins and Ron, standing next to Harry. The boys nearly jump out of their skin. Mrs Weasley moves down the stairs and looks sternly at her sons. She smiles sweetly at Harry, before looking back at her sons. "Harry! How wonderful to see you." She turns to her boys. "Beds empty! No note! You could've died! You could've been seen!" She turns to Harry again. "I don't blame you, of course, dear." I looked down the stairs and smiled at Harry.
"Hello Harry." All of them looked up at me and I glared at the twins. "You didn't even care to ask if I wanted to come along?" I yelled at the twins. Mrs Weasley looks up at me and frowns but I was too busy glaring at the twins. George started to say something but I ignored him, walking back into Ginny's room. Because of all the yelling, she had finally woken up and was sitting up in her bed.
"Have you seen my jumper?" She asks me, but I just shake my head. There's a small knock on Ginny's door as I get up to answer it.
"Try asking your mum." I tell her as I open the door. She rushes out as I see the twins standing there, smiling at me. I fold my arms over my chest as I look up at them.
"We're sorry." George said. I looked over at Fred as he started to speak.
"It's just that the car only fits 4."
"And it was Ron's idea, so we had to bring him." I laughed a little and finally smiled, shaking my head.
"Fine. but next time, bring me along." They looked at each other before smiling and nodding. The three of us walked down to breakfast, sitting in our seats. I looked at Harry, who was sitting across from me and I smiled. "Hello Harry. Was your family giving you trouble again?" I asked him as Mrs Weasley put food in front of us. I smiled at her and patted my back. Harry didn't say anything. He just nodded and I understood.
"Mummy. Have you seen my jumper?" Ginny ran into the kitchen and as soon as she saw Harry, her eyes went wide.
"Yes dear. It was on the cat." Mrs Weasley said. But Ginny was too focused on the fact that Harry was sitting right in front of her.
"Hello." She squealed before running back upstairs. I laughed quietly under my breath. All I heard this entire summer was how much Ginny likes Harry Potter. If Ron wasn't talking about him, Ginny was. I thought it was sweet. Ron thought it was annoying. "What did I do?" Harry asked, thinking it was his fault. I just shook my head.
"Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying really. " I snickered again when George smiled.
"Dad's home!" We all turned towards the front door as it opened and Mr Weasley stepped through the door. All of the Weasleys have bright red hair.
"What a night! Nine raids! Nine!" I smiled at the eccentric man as he kissed his wife, before turning to the rest of us. Mr. Weasley hangs up his cloak, turns and sits down at the head of the table. "Well now. Morning Weasleys. Morning Mirabella."
"Morning Mr. Weasley." I replied as the Weasleys said good morning to their father. Mr Weasley looked at me and shook his head.
"You know better than to call me that." The Weasleys were my family. I was supposed to call him Arthur. Just like I was supposed to call Mrs Weasley Molly. But I didn't. I just always forgot. Mr Weasley turned to Harry and blinked. He looked confused. "Who are you?"
"Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter." I smiled sweetly at Harry as Mr Weasley looked back at him with wide eyes.
"Good Lord! Are you really? Well, Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did he get here?" Mr Weasley asks his wife, who puts some food on his plate.
"This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night." Mr Weasley's eyes go wide as he looks back at his sons. He obviously didn't catch the tone his wife was using.
"Did you really? How'd it go? Did you-" He catches Mrs Weasley's glare and he stops talking.
"Arthur!" Mrs Weasley yells, and he puts a finger up, staring back at his sons.
"I mean... that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you." Fred and George snicker, seeing the fake temper on their dad's face. "Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?" I chuckle again as Harry struggles to explain that. Not that he actually does, because the Weasley's owl doesn't pull up, crashing into the glass window. I wince as Mrs Weasley looks towards the window.
"Well, that'll be Errol with the post. Oh, fetch it will you Percy, please?" Percy gets up from the table, his hair now back to it's normal colour. Percy takes the unconscious Errol, absently lays him on a draining board, and takes the letters clutched in his claws.
"Oh look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Mirabella's and Harry's as well." I smile, looking up from my plate as Percy passes us our letters. I hand Harry his letter and we all open them.
"Dumbledore must know you're here. Doesn't miss a trick, that man." Mr Weasley chuckles, shaking his head. I read over the letter and for some reason, this year's books are much more expensive. I look at the twins and Fred is already staring up worriedly at his mum.
"This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone are very expensive." Mrs Weasley looks over the letter and sighs.
"We'll manage. There's only one place we're going to get all of this. Diagon Alley." I look over at the twins, all of us smiling.
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Daughter of Black
FanfictionShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
