Harry Potter and the Norse Gods

{2} The Burrow

STORM'S POV

I had seen a lot of magical houses in my time, but I have to say, the Burrow is the strangest of them all. From the looks of it, it literally couldn't stand without magic. That or the Muggle laws of physics had seriously changed since I last checked in with them. 

"What kind of name is the Burrow?" I asked as we walked down the dirt road towards it. 

"As I was saying," Albus continued, as though I hadn't just interrupted him, "Molly and Arthur Weasley are members of the order and live here with their youngest two children, Ron and Ginny, and their oldest son Bill is staying here at the moment, with his fiancée. They're members of the Order of the Phoenix." 

"Sounds very prestigious and snooty. It's of your making then." 

"I did found it, yes. It's an organisation devoted to defeating Voldemort." 

"Well, do a better job with this evil wizard than you did with the last one. For everyone's sakes." 

Albus didn't get a chance to respond, as we had reached the door and it had been flung open by a violently red-haired woman.

"Dumbledore!" she exclaimed, "We weren't expecting you back again so soon." 

"Well, I had arranged to bring Aurora-"

"Storm."

"-today." 

"Yes, yes, of course. Come on in." 

To my surprise, Albus allowed himself to be ushered inside into a bustling kitchen. I followed him reluctantly, studying the room with obvious distaste. 

It was busy and warm, and it felt like a family home, and it was far too enclosed for my liking. A group of teenagers were seated at the table. Two had red hair to match the woman. I recognised both from the end of the last school year, but I had never put names to faces. Ginny and Ron, if I had to guess. 

The other two were easy. Harry and Hermione, the two kids I had saved from the Centaurs. I didn't think that they'd remember me, but from the way Hermione's eyes lit up when she saw me made me rethink that. 

"Do they know?" I asked quietly. 

"Harry, Ron and Hermione do. I would prefer to keep it limited to them." 

"Sure," I said shortly as we stopped at the head of the table. 

"This is Storm, she'll be staying with us for the summer," Molly explained, "Dear, these are my children, Ron and Ginny, and their friends Harry and Hermione." 

"You're that chick from last year," Ginny said, watching me closely, "The one in the forest." 

"You might have to be more specific than that." 

"You saved Harry and me," Hermione added. 

"Oh, yes, I remember." 

"Oh!" Ron exclaimed, staring at me with wide eyes," You're gay!" 

"Okay, yeah. I don't know why that's relevant, or why you care, or how you know..." 

I turned to Albus as I finished, raising an eyebrow. 

"I may have mentioned something," he said nonchalantly. 

"Well, I hope you tell them the important things too." 

"I tell them everything they need to know, Aurora," he said patiently, "What do you take me for?" 

"You," I said simply, "And you're a liar."