Different. |FINISHED|

Intro

Perrie's P.O.V

I was on the train ride home from my school in Paris. This time I would be coming home, to my actual home. With my actual family. I haven't been home for five years. Five long years without my siblings and my parents. I was wiping the sweat from my palms onto my jeans when the train stopped on Platform 9 3/4 where my family would be picking me up and then take me back to my home at the burrow. 

I grabbed my luggage from the top and walked out of my compartment onto the walkway and then out the door. When I got out I looked around and smiled at the memory of being here the first time, when I was going out to Paris. As I snapped out of the memory I saw them, my family. I dropped my luggage and ran into the arms of my twin brother Ron. "Ron!" I shouted hugging him tightly he hugged back. "Hey Perrie." He said as he hugged me back, I could hear the smile in his voice. We stood there for a moment, just hugging enjoying being in each others arms (in a non romantic way of course!). Then they cleared there throats. "Your acting like you haven't seen each other in five years or something." They said in union. I smiled and hugged them both. "Fred! George!"

"Hey sis." They said to me as they hugged back. I pulled away and hugged both of my parents, then Charlie and Bill. Then I saw the other beautiful ginger haired girl Weasley. 

"Remember me?" 

"I saved the best for last." I smiled and hugged her. "I missed you so much Ginny.". She hugged back, "I missed you to Perrie.". She spoke with a smile, when I pulled back I realized that there was one missing. My smile and my voice dropped "Where's Percy?". "He didn't come sis, we tried to get him to show up. Honest." I heard Charlie say from behind me and I just nodded. I wasn't gonna let the fact that Percy didn't show up ruin my good mood. "Home then?" I asked hopeful a smile returning to my face.

When I got home to the burrow I just smiled as I walked in. Looking at everything carefully. Nothing has changed I thought to myself with a smile. I gently walked up the stairs to what used to be me and Ron's bedroom (which is still Ron's room). Everything was messy but yet neat, all my stuff that I didn't bring with me to Paris was in place and my bed was perfectly made. Just how I left it. I smiled to myself and went to my bedside table and picked up a moving picture of me and Ron when we where about six, playing in the leafs. "I miss that." Ron said from behind me. "Me to." I replied setting it down. "I'm glad your home."

"Me to."