"Heather!" I heard someone say. "Wake up god damn you." I rolled over to look at who was waking me up at 8 in the morning. It was Fred Weasley.
"Go away. It's too early." Of course, Fred wouldn't listen as, of course, it's Fred.
"If you don't get up mum will come up with the ice water," He replied.
"God damn you Weasley. I want to sleep. Just let me have an hour." I loved my sleep to be honest. And Fred waking me up was a definite no-go in the mornings. "Look, I'll pay you if you just let me sleep." This always worked when he decided to make me get up. But not today.
"Sorry Sleeping Beauty but you have to wake up. And if you don't, I'll carry you downstairs. But consider what you're wearing to sleep before you answer." He got me there. I was wearing short shorts and a tight tank top. Joy.
"Alright Freddy I'm up. Just get out so I can get changed." That would annoy him. That's for sure.
"Awww Heather you're no fun... And don't call me Freddy!"
"Deal with it munchkin. And don't bother saying you're taller than me. I know god damn you." I giggled slightly at the way I act most mornings. "So what's for breakfast anyway?"
"Not sure when it comes to you. But mum's made us the usual. Probably same for you." Oh, if you didn't know, I'm a vegetarian. So no meat for me. The twins find it weird to be fair. Not sure why though. I mean a lot of people are vegetarians in the world. Quite a few people are in the Gryffindor house.
"Okays. Now out!" And with that, Fred shut the door and went downstairs.
So, I'm at the Weasley's house each holiday. Considering what had happened with my parents. I share a room with the twins, which doesn't bother me except they're complete pigs. No wonder why Molly doesn't touch their room at all. She makes them do it. I on the other hand, tidy up all my mess and leave theirs alone, until they get annoyed with the mess. But then again, I occasionally tidy a few things up. I daren't touch their products though. Knowing me and the klutz that I am, I'll probably set it off just by touching it or something. Oh well though. They can sort all that stuff out.
I got changed and went downstairs. I sat next to Harry at the table as it was the only space, opposite George. I swear though, if George throws any food at me, I'll hex him when we get to Hogwarts. Oh yeah, we're going to back to Hogwarts today, how depressing. Potions with Snape. The joy! Note the sarcasm.
"So Molly," I asked. "What's for breakfast?"
"I made you pancakes with syrup." She replied while setting my food on the table in front of me.
"Oh my gosh. Molly I love you!" I love pancakes. She always does this on the day we leave for Hogwarts. Ever since I moved in with the Weasley family. Molly's like a proper mother should be, always there to help her children and make an amazing breakfast each morning.
So pretty much, the morning went the same as any other day. Fred and George starting a food fight, Ginny crying to Molly that she has food in her hair and has to have another shower, the twins getting yelled at and last but not least, me laughing at them for getting themselves in trouble, yet again! But at the end of the day, its home isn't it? I don't think I would change this place for the world. Not even for all the money in the world. This is home. This is who I am. This is what I call family. Yes, we get into fights; yes I know they're not my real family... But it's a part of me which is the closest I get to a real family.
After breakfast was done, we set out for Platform Nine and Three Quarters at Kings Cross. Hogwarts is my second home, obviously as I'm there most of the time nowadays considering its school and you have to go. I mean, there is nothing wrong with living at school most of the year, is there? I don't think so. Although I'd rather be at the Burrow the whole time, I admit. But that's not possible until I finish my Seventh year.
At Kings Cross, we just went through the wall, obviously. And just went to get carriages. Everyone said goodbye to Molly, obviously not Arthur as he was at the ministry. Once 'Goodbyes' and 'see you at Christmas' was done and over with, we tried to find an empty carriage. There was, but right at the back, opposite guess whose carriage? None other than Mr. Draco Malfoy himself. It was such an ihonor/i. Not. He makes me want to gauge his eyes out and replace them with grapes or some other kind of fruit in which we could burst and send out some kind of acidic substance. Yes, I'm psychotic when it comes to Draco. The Prince of stuck up-ness and all that is unholy and evil. Slytherins make me shiver from head to toe, I tell you that now. They disturb me more than anything to be fair. Anyway, back to the story, yeah?
The twins and Lee has decided to join us as practically every other carriage was full. There wasn't exactly enough room so I just pretty much sat on the floor with Ginny playing exploding snap. Fun, eh? Ginny's like the little sister I never had. Being an only child could get lonely at times, and when your parents are always at work at the ministry, you're literally, just... Alone. It was hard at times, it really was. But I would manage. I had amazing friends and a place which I could go to and stay at for Christmas and such. It was like nothing was wrong, until I went home obviously.
"Guys, I've figured..." I started. "Should I dye my hair? Because I'm getting bored of black hair." This was me. I'm always changing something about myself.
"I guess. Depends what colour you want." Fred replied not looking up from The Daily Prophet.
"Uhm, Heather?" God no. Hermione. "I don't think you should do that. Isn't it against Hogwarts to do that? I mean, you could get in trouble and then possibly get ki-"
"Hermione, leave it. Let the girl do what she wants. She's 16 not 5. And she won't get kicked out. Dumbledore adores her too much to do so." Yay for George! George always stood up for me. Even in the smallest things. Like when I'd do something to get in trouble in the Great Hall. He would make him and Fred take the blame just so I didn't get in trouble. Although, Dumbledore always knew my work. Possibly because I have more brains than the twins. Don't worry, they know this also. But they like to pretend I don't have more brains.