She Is A Traitor (Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter 5- the Burrow

Fourth year, before Hogwarts:

I sit at the table, eating breakfast, when suddenly an owl flies into the closed window. I let out a hearty laugh and go to the window to let the bird in. I recognize is immediately as Pigwidgeon, Ron's new bird that he got from Sirius not too long ago. The letter, addressed to me, is dropped onto the kitchen table. The small bird perches itself on the edge of a chair proudly, but I quickly give it one of Phoebe's treats and shoo it back out the window.

I tear open the letter and quickly read the letter that is obviously written in Ron's writing.

Alex,
We got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup Finals this year! Can you believe it? We want you to come with us, if you are allowed of course. We've got prime tickets through dads connections.
We would also like to invite you to stay the rest of the summer, at the Burrow, if you would like.
Write back with your answer soon!
Sincerely, Ron.

Wow! They got tickets! I really would like to go and see the Irish beat the Bulgarians. I dash into the living room where my parents are and wave the letter around frantically.

"Guess What! The Weasleys invited me to go to the Quidditch World Cup with them! And I could stay at the Burrow for the rest of summer vacation! Oh it would be wonderful! Can I please go? Pretty please?" I scream, batting my eyelashes and putting on my best puppy-dog face,

"Well, I don't know-" Mum says doubtfully.

"Come on! It's a once in a lifetime opportunity!" I argue.

"Well, I guess If you really want to..." My mom trails on, my dad nodding in agreement.

"Thank you, thank you!" I squeal, tackling each of my parents in a hug. Once I let go, I skip happily all the way up to my room to write a reply to Ron.

Dear Ron,
Thank you so much for inviting me! I am allowed to go! How will I get to the Burrow? And when? Please write back soon!
-Alex

I collect Phoebe from her perch and tie the letter to her leg, quickly shooing her away to the Burrow. I rush over to my trunk, not being able to stop myself from packing, no matter how early I might be. I pack nearly all of my belongings in the trunk, including my cauldron and my robes. I shut it and dash over to my bed. I open up a book and start reading my prank book.

* * *

Two days after I sent my letter back to Ron, his reply came soaring in through my bedroom window with Phoebe. Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry will be arriving here by Floo powder Sunday evening to take me to the Burrow. Today is Sunday.

I have only been to the Burrow once before, last summer, only for a visit. It was in the month of August. I would have been thirteen then, as my birthday is on May 28th.

I drag my trunk off of my bed with great diffuculty, and pull it down the stairs. I wait in front of the fire for what seems like forever, just staring out the window at all of the people and cars passing by. The roaring of the car engines can not distract me from my excitement of what is to come. She will be going the the Quidditch world cup for goodness sake! Who wouldn't be excited?

From the fireplace come rumbling noises, and a man comes tumbling out of the fireplace with a flash of light. Mr. Weasley straightens himself up and I stand up from my seat to welcome him. My parents come out from the Kitchen to see what all the racket is about.

"Ah, you must be Arthur Weasley, we've been expecting you." Dad says, unfazed from the sudden appearence.

"Oh, hello, you must be Alex's parents. So pleased to finally meet you." Mr. Weasley says happily, gripping each of my parents hands and shaking firmly.