At breakfast we were all seated at the table waiting for Mum to inform Dad of the latest crime we committed. Sure, he was surprised to see Harry but to our relief not once did he ask how he got here to the Burrow from Privet Drive. But of course we knew Mom would tell him and sure enough she did. 

Dad had just finished his tea when she spoke, "your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night." 

There goes. The bombshell has been dropped. 

But knowing Arthur Weasley, he was more curious than angry, "did you really? How did it go?" 

I felt an urge to laugh but controlled it while Fred and George silently gave each other a thumbs up. Mum shot him a threatening glare. 

He straightened immediately and reformatted what he had just said, "I mean... That was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of you." Trust him for not ever scolding anybody. 

When he left for the Ministry all of us dispersed in different directions of the Burrow. I helped Mom in cleaning the table. When we were in the kitchen she spoke, "even though the way you chose was wrong, still I'm glad you brought Harry here." 

I beamed at her. She's overall a very nice and kind person and I love her for that. 

After the kitchen was cleaned and set Mom assembled the Weasleys and told us that we had to go to Diagon Alley for shopping but since she also had to give us some punishment for our massive rule breaking, she said the trip was delayed till Dad returned from the Ministry after tending to some business.

The twins groaned in disappointment and slumped off to their room. Ginny scurried off immediately as well. I had noticed she was blushing red as a beetroot throughout the breakfast and was being a bit too shy and clumsy today. 

I silently laughed when I remembered how I had managed to stop her from almost buttering her hand instead of the bread this morning. Guess she fancies Harry. But who am I to judge anyway. I could only focus on the amazing trip we had no matter how much it was delayed. At least we will go today which is heaps better than going tomorrow. 

Since there was no such important work to look after I joined Fred and George in their room. "Hey guys!" I opened the door. 

"Oh, come in," Fred ushered me inside, "you know we were halfway in the creation of a fabulous invention." 

I plopped down on their bed, "and what are you creating?" 

George replied, "dungbombs. This year's massive breakthrough is going to be the explosion of Filch's office. It will be so awesome that we will definitely get featured in the Daily Prophet. It's a magazine, in case you're wondering." 

I doubt that. I think they would get expelled before making way in the papers. But I didn't tell them that since I knew they would reason with me and win of course. Instead I asked, "who's Filch?" 

They told me, "he's our school's caretaker. Argus Filch; a continuous torture upon students." George mumbled, "and don't underestimate his cat, Mrs Norris, she's more of a pest than Filch." I absentmindedly watched them making whatever they called a dungbomb.

After that all of us went in the backyard to play what they called Quidditch. I had read about it of course but watching them play was even more fun. Fred told me that he and George were beaters on the School team. I watched only since I was a bit afraid of mounting a broom. Though they promised me that they would teach me and will make sure I at least tried out for the School Quidditch. 

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A while later, Mum came and told us that we were leaving for Diagon Alley. "We will use Floor Powder today," she instructed when we were assembled in front of the fireplace, "I want you all to take some of this powder from the pot and stand in a line. When your turn comes, sprinkle the powder in the fire, say Diagon Alley and then step into it. Don't you worry, Kat and Harry, the fire won't burn you." 

I nodded, "of course." 

Dad added, "you must pronounce Diagon Alley correctly or else you'll turn up in some other place and we won't be able to find you." 

Die-A-Gun Alley. Good. I can pronounce it correctly, I think. 

"You're coming with us," Fred whispered in my ear. I noticed they were behind me. In front of me was Perfect Percy. 

"Percy, you go first," Mum directed, "Katerina, you're next. You sure you can do this?" 

I only shrugged in reply. Of course I wasn't sure. 

"Of course, Mum. We are going with her," George piped up. 

She looked at them as if a bit doubtful, "well then, don't mess up anything on the way. I want all three of you there without any mishap." 

They saluted, "yes Mum." 

We sprinkled the powder in the fireplace and grabbed hands. "Diagon Alley," we spoke in unison and stepped inside. 

An uncomfortable whizzing sensation took over and I closed my eyes grabbing the twin's hands as tight as possible fearing we might get separated along the way. After what seemed like a painfully long time the spinning and whizzing stopped and we tumbled outside. I could smell soot and coughed. 

"You can open your eyes now," I heard a voice and opened my eyes to see Percy in front of me. He was wiping the soot off his specs. "Oh and by the way, you're covered in soot as well," he remarked before walking off haughtily. 

Well that's how Percy is with all of us. Dignified and superior. But I think I'll get used to it after a while. Maybe he really is a nice person inside and to know that I'll have to give things a chance to adjust.

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