Never Is Our Always

The Leaky Cauldron 3

(Minnie pov) (few days later)

I felt Lee on the other side of the bed slap me in the back with his hand a few time as I tried to remain asleep.

"Come on, Al, get up," Lee whines at me, I groan in reply as I rolled over and smacked him back.

"No," I groan, "five more minutes."

"No, Fred and George have gotten back from Egypt and I wanna say hi and I don't wanna leave you in here alone." I huffed as I sat myself up and then put my glasses on.

"Fine," I grumbled as I got out of bed and picked my hoodie up from the floor, "come on, let's go."

"Yes!" I roll my eyes at Lee and then rubbed them to try and get rid of the sleepiness I felt.

"Let me get dressed," I grumbled and he nods before leaving the room. "Stupid life."

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"You're so loud," I whine at him as we walk down the stairs to go into the bar area for... what time even was it?

"Sorry," he said with an awkward smile.

"I hope they liked it, I really want to know about Egypt," I say, I was so happy they were given the holiday to go to Egypt, they deserved it.

I hate to admit how their family has grown on me, Mrs Weasley was so nice and so was Mr Weasley.

I look at the newspaper at the Weasley's furiously waving with broad smiles on their faces. It was a sight to see.

"Well we can ask them about it in a moment," Lee told me while we sit across from each other.

"Yeah," I smile before hearing an argument coming from a different room.

"I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that beast away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cozy." It was Ron.

"It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect? It's in his nature." It put a big smile on my face to hear those two bickering.

"A cat? Is that what they told you?" Ron scoffs, "Looks like a pig with hair." I snorted at his remark and then kept my head down as Lee was snickering as he watched them argue.

"That's rich... coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush." I started giggling in my hands.

"Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy." Hermione said in a pouty voice.

"Harry," We look up at the stairs to see him standing there, he looked really tired.

They all walked up to the table and then sat down near us. While Ron smoothes the dog-eared clipping onto the table, Harry studies it. Hermione ignores it, stroking Crookshanks.

"Egypt. What's it like?" Harry asks him.

"Brilliant. Loads of old stuff... like mummies, tombs, even Scabbers enjoyed himself." I look at the rat and awkwardly smile as its beady eyes stare back at me.

"You do know that Egyptians used to worship cats." Hermione sassed him, still bitter about the argument.

"Yeah, along with the dung beetle." Ron sassed her back.

"Not flashing that clipping again are you, Ron?" The twins walked in and I couldn't help but smile.

"I haven't shown anyone." Ron groans at them.

"No, not a soul," George said doubtfully. "Not unless you count Tom." George starts.

"The day maid." Fred adds.

"Night maid." George chimes in.

"The Cook." Fred follows.

"The bloke who fixed the toilet." George looks at us and smiles.