Finally, the week that the Weasley's were to come, had arrived. A slick, black car slid into the Dursley driveway. The logo on the front had a fancy cursive M on it, no doubt standing for the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Weasley got out of the car. He was balding slightly, and his orange hair was neatly combed. He wore a black suit and tie, which no doubt would make the Dursley's think better of him. He rang the doorbell once, and Harry opened the door, his trunk fully packed for the trip.
"Nice to see you, Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, shaking his hand. "Ahhh, you must be his aunt and uncle." he said, looking at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who had come behind Harry.
"That, we are." Uncle Vernon said, shaking Mr. Weasley's hand. "Well, m'boy, have a good time, and see you next year." Uncle Vernon said, patting Harry's shoulder. Mr. Weasley guided Harry to the car, and they were on their way to the Burrow.
A few hours of driving later, the Burrow came into sight. It was a tall, ramshackle house, tall, and haphazardly built, slightly leaning to the side. Harry smiled at the sight of it. He loved the Burrow. It was not unnaturally clean like the Dursley household. It was messy, and comfortable. Ron ran out of the house, beaming. Tackling Harry as he got out of the car, he smiled.
"Yay! You're finally here! The world cup is going to be so fun! Did I tell you? It is Ireland verses Bulgaria! That means that Viktor Krum is going to be playing, and he is only the best Quidditch player, and he is so young! Hermione is arriving tomorrow!" Ron said in only a few breaths. He took a huge gulp of air, and helped Harry up. Mr. Weasley wordlessly bewitched Harry's trunk, and it floated up to Ron's room, through the open window at the top. They went into the kitchen, where they were greeted by a cheerful faced Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, hello Harry, dear," She said, taking him by his shoulders and inspecting him. "You're looking a bit peaky, aren't you? You need some feeding up before the Cup." She said, waving her wand and making a plate of food appear. Harry thanked her and graciously ate the food. She beamed at him as he ate the plate filled with bacon, eggs, and muffins. After he was done, Ron pulled him up to his room and closed the door.
"So, have you heard from Sirius?" Ron asked him, plopping down on his bed. Harry had always liked Ron's room. Every inch was plastered in orange posters of his favourite Quidditch team.
"Yea," Harry said, sitting down next to him. "He didn't tell me where he was, but he sent the letter by toucan, so it must be somewhere nice." Harry smirked. Ron laughed and laid down on the bed. Harry poked him, and then they started wrestling. Panting, Ron came out on top, holding Harry down by his arms.
"I win." Ron panted. He got up, and they just talked about the last school year and about Wormtail.