Disclaimer: Nope still own nothing. Yep, still extremely poor. Conclusion, don't sue me.
Warning: Evil!Dumbledore, Nice!Snape, and Bully!Ron
September 1~
At the Weasley household, items were being thrown all over while four red heads packed for the incoming school year. Ms. Weasley was in the kitchen cooking and washing the dishes with magic when a small boy with black hair and emerald green eyes hidden behind thick glasses came in quietly. He sat down at the table and poked at his breakfast tiredly while the chaos around him finally settled down.
"Harry, dear, is all your stuff packed up and ready to go?" Ms. Weasley asked the quiet boy. When he nodded she seemed a little upset at his silence but moved on anyways. "And you boys? Is your stuff together? We haven't got much time until we have to leave." The three of the four redheaded children in the house nodded at her. A smile burst onto her face at the thought of not being late for once. That is until the youngest spoke up.
"Ginny is still packing up the last of her stuff and can't find something though. I don't remember what. She might need help." The boy, Ron Weasley, seemed almost terrified of his mother's reaction to the delay.
Sighing the woman stood up from the table and began to head towards the stairs when a red streak came rushing right into her. Looking down she saw her daughter, Ginny, holding her trunk and grinning widely. "I take it you are done packing Ginny darling," she said with a gentle smile appearing on her face. "Go eat breakfast with your brothers and Harry while I make sure your father is ready."
The thirteen year old zoomed off to the table and began filling her plate up. No one seemed to notice that even the young girl was eating more than a certain black haired boy. After about thirty minutes the children had all eaten and were ready to go. They joined a bushy haired girl and the non-Hogwarts bound Weasleys before setting out for Kings Cross Station.
Miraculously, the herd of wizards was able to reach the Platform with a whole twenty minutes to spare. Letting the children find their seats, the adults discussed this year's happenings quietly among themselves.
"A resorting and the Triwizard Tournament! Couldn't they have planned this out better? And why a resorting any ways? Obviously the students will all be in the same house. They couldn't have changed that much." Molly Weasley's hair almost looked like it was on fire from her rage at what she saw to be a useless occurrence. Her husband began shushing her when he saw the children reemerge from the Hogwarts Express.
Wishing the children goodbye with hugs all around; the adults watched as they left for yet another year at Hogwarts. Hopefully this one would be less dramatic and dangerous than the years prior.
Of course, that would never happen as long as a certain Boy-Who-Lived was involved.
