" Here are the potatoes _ anything else to bring ? All right , everyone , you may start eating . " Molly Weasley and her tired legs finally sat down and sighed as everyone started talking and eating at the same time .
All of a sudden a question came to her motherly mind : " Harry , Ginny , have you thought up names yet ? "
This question caused Harry to look up from his salad thoughtfully .
It had been six months of her constantly growing belly , but still , he couldn't get used to the fear that he could be for this kid what uncle Vernon had been to him : it was very frightening . He had better start being a good daddy by giving this baby a good name . Namenamename ! James appeared as on the marauder's map in his head , but before he could voice this , however , something looking like a hooligan with red rasta hair came tumbling into the living room crying : " Boo the ministry ! No more dictature ! Where is democracy ? "
There was a silence as the hooligan hunched his back and George suddenly gasped in recognition.
" . . . Er . . . Percy ? Is that . . . is that you ? " An oddly tipsyish voice answered him .
" Hallo there ! Are you joining the revolution ? "
" Well , the thing is , Percy , the minister for magic is our friend and he is actually right in front of you .
" Sniggered Harry , looking at Kingsley , who was crying tears of laughter . Percy gasped .
" Why did no one tell me ? I wrote Cornelius Fudge on the last decree of magical democracy form ! I must leave at once ! "
Percy started tearing off his rasta and smoothing his baggy , flowery wear .
" Wait ! Percy , come and have some lunch first ! " Percy turned around and , seeing this great feast , said : " To hell with the ministry ! " And he dug in.