AN: don't own, don't profit etc.
That morning
That morning started like every other. I woke up because Mum was screaming at Ron and the twins, nothing new there. Grumbling about whatever it was they did this time that resulted in my waking up to such a early hour, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up.
Still sleepy, I then went down the stairs, not suspecting anything. Yawning I laid eyes on... How could they spring this on me without warning?! Squeaking undignified - This was way too embarrassing! - I retreated.
And that is how that morning went, the morning I met Harry Potter.
