Never Is Our Always

All Aboard The Hogwarts Train! 4

(Minnie pov) (one week later)

There was a definite end-of-the-holidays gloom in the air when I awoke. Heavy rain was still splattering against the window as I got dressed in shorts and a jacket; I'll change into my school robes on the Hogwarts Express.

As I walked out of Ginnys room, I saw Harry and he smiled at me as the others left Ron's room. We all made our way down to breakfast, when Mrs. Weasley appeared at the foot of the stairs, looking harassed.

"Arthur!" she called up the staircase. "Arthur! Urgent message from the Ministry!"

Harry grabs me as we flattened ourselves against the wall as Mr. Weasley came clattering past with his robes on back-to-front and hurtled out of sight.

When me and the others entered the kitchen, we saw Mrs. Weasley rummaging anxiously in the drawers.

"I've got a quill here somewhere!" and Mr. Weasley bending over the fire, was talking to Amos Diggory. His head was sitting in the middle of the flames like a large, bearded egg.

It was talking very fast, completely unperturbed by the sparks flying around it and the flames licking its ears.

"...Muggle neighbors heard bangs and shouting, so they went and called those what-d'you-call-'ems-please-men. Arthur, you've got to get over there-"

"Here!" Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly, pushing a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a crumpled quill into Mr. Weasley's hands.

"-it's a real stroke of luck I heard about it," Mr. Diggory's head said. "I had to come into the office early to send a couple of owls, and I found the Improper Use of Magic lot all setting off- if Rita Skeeter gets hold of this one, Arthur-"

"What does Mad-Eye say happened?" Mr. Weasley asked, unscrewing the ink bottle, loading up his quill, and preparing to take notes.

Mr. Diggory's head rolled its eyes. "Says he heard an intruder in his yard. Says he was creeping toward the house, but was ambushed by his dustbins."

"What did the dustbins do?" Mr. Weasley asked, scribbling frantically.

"Made one hell of a noise and fired rubbish everywhere, as far as I can tell," Mr. Diggory said. "Apparently one of them was still rocketing around when the please-men turned up-"

Mr. Weasley groaned.

"And what about the intruder?"

"Arthur, you know Mad-Eye," Mr. Diggory's head says, rolling its eyes again. "Someone creeping into his yard in the dead of night? More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings. But if the Improper Use of Magic lot get their hands on Mad-Eye, he's had it- think of his record- we've got to get him off on a minor charge, something in your department- what are exploding dustbins worth?"

"Might be a caution," Mr. Weasley said, still writing very fast, his brow furrowed. "Mad-Eye didn't use his wand? He didn't actually attack anyone?"

"I'll bet he leapt out of bed and started jinxing everything he could reach through the window," Mr. Diggory said, "but they'll have a job proving it, there aren't any casualties."

"All right, I'm off," Mr. Weasley said, and he stuffed the parchment with his notes on it into his pocket and dashed out of the kitchen again.

Mr. Diggory's head looked around at Mrs. Weasley.

"Sorry about this, Molly," it said, more calmly, "bothering you so early and everything... but Arthur's the only one who can get Mad-Eye off, and Mad-Eye's supposed to be starting his new job today. Why he had to choose last night..."