We were having first thing after reaching the Burrow... well after an hour of Ranting from Mrs.Weasley scolding the twins and Ron. Toast, bacon, eggs and beans, we needed to chose any two of the following. I chose bacon and eggs and stole a piece of toast from Ron- force of habit. We were finishing up when someone came down the stairs, another red headed girl gawker at us before running up the stairs squealing in surprise.
"Ginny. My sister. Don't mind her too much. She is a big fan, of you." He said in an undertone. Mrs.Weasley came bustling in, a pot was hanging in mid-air, cleaning itself behind her, "Boys, I want you to de-gnome the garden for me; they are going completely out of hand and your fath-"
"But Mum! We are tired and didn't get much sleep!" Ron whined with his mouth full of beans and toast. Mrs.Weasley turned her head Sharples and fixed a stern gaze, "It was your decision to take you father's car and go out at night!" And turned away before she could hear any protest from them. "Harry dear! You can bunk with Ron in his room upstairs. Go on! Ron help him will you?" She yelled from the kitchen.
"Thanks Mrs.Weasley! But I kinda wanna join in if you don't mind. Never seen a de-gnoming before." I called out before following the brother's out. "ARE YOU SURE DEAR! ITS DULL WORK!" I heard her raised voice. "I'M SURE MRS.WEASLEY!" I called back.
We heard a bustling noice before, Molly came out the door behind us and gave us a book, with gold words written on it, "Gilderoy Lockhart". Ugh.... I totally forgot about that idiot. Do I out him or do I follow Canon? That is the question. It's not like it concerns me. The only thing which will be affected are the students' studies, not mine. I have already read up beyond the Owls in Transfiguration, Charms and DADA.
We lugged the book out to the yard where little creatures that looked like the unholy cross between a potato and a goblin, must be a relative to Deadpool. We ignored the book Molly gave us and watched as Fred and George started a throwing contest to see who could chuck the little critters the farthest. It did not seem to harm them in any way, as they just dusted them-selves and come back running inside the yard. Not too bright.
The air filled with the noises of gnomes shouting, "Geroff! Geroff!" at us as we twirled it around and shot it out off the yard. This went on for an hour before they learnt their lesson, and sadly marched out of the yard after having enough of getting thrown like balls. "They'll be back by the end of the month, just watch." Ron commented as he marched inside grumbling and complaining under his breath about being treated like a house-elf.
I crashed with Ron on the top most floor, right below the attic, "Don't worry too much about the random noise you hear. It's the Ghoul upstairs banging on pipes and the walls when he thinks it is too silent for him. Never knew, why mum hasn't gotten rid of him. She says ghouls in attics bring good luck to the house. Don't know where she got that from. Pro'lly from that Lockhart guy." Ron says in distaste.
We had a late lunch and did some chores around after much insistence from my side to Mrs.Weasley. In the evening I joined the Weasley twins on a long jaunt around Ottery, St.Catchpole, even passing by the Lovegood house, which was currently locked. The twins led the way to the village post office where they spent the entire evening ogling at a pretty and freckled girl who was working there. She looked kinda boyish with short hair and wide shoulders, but the most interesting part was her sizable assets, which jiggled as she moved around the Post office. She knew we were looking at her and winked at us with a naughty smile.
We came back to the Burrow, to Mr.Weasley having a cup of tea reading the Daily Prophet with an exasperated look. He was very excited to meet me and asked me a ton of questions on muggle machinery, contraptions and the like.
The next day, early in the morning, Fred and George burst into the room and woke is both up in hurry and come downstairs, "Let's go! Dad has gone for work, Mum's gone to the market! We have two hours." Even the usually lazy Ron was racing down with an old broom in his hand. I quickly understood what was happening and also grabbed two of my brooms and ran after them out into the woods nearby where Ginny was waiting in a sizeable clearing.
Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and I were standing in a circle. "Ron can be the goalie, Fred and I are a team, you and Ginny can be a team." George suggested with a sly smile. I just smirked at him as I placed my broom on my shoulder, the wood looked like it had an Aura around it, as Fred, Ron, Ginny and George gaped at it with shock and awe.
"T-t-thats the Firebolt! THE FIREBOLT!" Fred ran his hands over the broom and came to a halt as he say the gold numbers engraved on the wood handle "001". They had to sit down due to the sheer shock as I laughed at their expression and explained the whole thing. I handed the other broom - which was my Nimbus 2000 in my hand to a furiously blushing Ginny, "Here, you can have my other broom, Ginny."
Ron looked betrayed, looking to object but I beat him to it, "You are the Goalie Ron. You don't need a fast broom." The match started and the result was obvious who was going to win in the first few minutes. It was clear, Quidditch was the Weasley family's calling. As much as she was a clumsy mess on the ground around me, she was a scoring machine on a broom. We flattened the twins with a complete and crushing defeat of 210-40.
I spent the next two weeks at the Weasleys and it turned out to be pretty fun time. We even had many 2v2 Quidditch matches, but this time we had better split if teams. It was disastrous when I had been the goalie once. Ron and George were a team whilst Fred and Ginny were a team. Ron started Shoving Ginny harder as the match progressed and Ginny's teak were winning. Ginny lost her temper and straight up socked Ron across his face, giving him a black eye, till we went back to the Burrow and Mrs.Weasley fixed him up in a jiffy.
Ginny was shy and awkward for the first week, but we got along well with our shared interest in the sport. I found that she is also a pretty studious person, as she had read all her first year books. Good for her, Lockhart's books are going to be trash anyway.
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A couple of day ago I went to Diagon-alley to look at how things were going and speak to a few representatives of certain companies and organizations, that were interested in the Firebolt. One such organization was the IBMG- The Internation Bureau for Magical Games; who were responsible for running the International Quidditch cup every year.
I was meeting with the bigwigs today to finalize the decisions that were discussed by their representatives during the meeting with me, the last time they approached me. I thanked Mister and Mrs.Weasley for using their fireplace to travel by floo. After getting confirmation on the floo network bring connected to the Burrow, I grabbed a handful of ashy powder, stepped inside the fireplace and said aloud, "Ministry of Magic: Atrium".
In a swirl of lime-green flames I was pushed in pulled in space until it stopped suddenly and my view shifted to a massive black walled hall, with people bustling everywhere and all of a sudden I heard someone yell, "Mr.Potter!" And the next moment I was swarmed by reporters and photographers wanting to interview me and get pictures.
There were all kinds of questions thrown at him, some even ranging to having a harem at Hogwarts and some wanting details of me defeating a full grown troll. I raised my hand had to wait a bit for the noise to die and spoke, "Please. I'm here on very important business, and will be busy for a few days. I have talked to my lawyer and he advised me to wait until I reveal anything further. Rest assured..." I paused dramatically, "You will all be notified before my school term starts. Thank you. That will be all." I excused myself and went on my way to the elevators, just to see a friendly face and the person I was expecting.
"Mornin' Ted."