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Three: Zoey

'Zoey! That's my spot!'

'No, I bagsied it first!'

'Mum said I could have it yesterday!'

'Well Dad said I could go there last week!'

'Girls, that's enough.' My mother walked into the kitchen where me (Zoey Weasley) and my twin sister, Cherry, were fighting the old who-was-going-to-go-where one. I think that really, neither of us minded who went next to Merlin (who's our dog, by the way) on the Portkey journey to our grandparents' house.

'You know that you're only going to stay at The Burrow for the weekend as a treat,' Mum continued. 'Me and your father have got plenty of things to do at the moment with your two's first year at Hogwarts, and you know Dad's trying to get a new position at work. If you're going to squabble, we can just say no, and you won't go to join your cousins, or go to Hogwarts. I don't see why we didn't wait a year, like Professor McGonagall suggested.'

Cherry rolled her eyes, but at the mention of Hogwarts, we both fell silent. We know that we're only going this year because we begged, pleaded and wailed for the whole of the summer holidays. See, we're not strictly speaking eleven until the first day of September, which is when the Hogwarts term starts, but we both got a letter, anyway. Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, said that if we wanted, we were perfectly entitled to wait a year, but me and Cherry weren't having any of it. We were no way going to go to Muggle-school for a whole other year! We wanted to start our training straight away!

See, even though me and Cherry aren't proper witches yet, our parents both are and we know plenty about it to know what we want to do when we're both older (Cherry by twelve minutes). We're both going to be Minister (or do they say 'Ministress' when it's a lady?) for Magic in England, the first lady one (or two, in our case) that's ever been. But of course, before we can do that, we need to get An Education, so we don't want to wait a year to commence it.

'But, Mum, you can't just say we can't go,' said Cherry, pushing the borderline as far as she could (typical). 'I mean, we've got our wands and everything.'

At the mention of our wands (mine ten inches, holly and springy, Cherry's eleven and a quarter inches, walnut and reasonably firm) which both lay upstairs in our Hogwarts trunks, unused save for a quick blast at Ollivander's (even though Dad says it's not really Mr Ollivander who runs it anymore) where we bought them. If we didn't go to Hogwarts this year, we wouldn't be able to use them for the year, either! The horror of it brought me to my senses and I stepped away from the Portkey, which was a saucepan. Cherry followed suit, hesitantly, and Mum, her eyebrows raised in a warning, walked out of the room.

'George! George! It's five to; the girls will be leaving soon!' I heard her calling up the stairs to Dad.

At the moment, he was spending hours on end in his study, coming out only for meals and looking pale and absent. When I asked him what the matter was, he picked me up onto his knee like I was five years old, stroked my hair and said, 'It's something wonderful and magical, Zoey. Something even more wonderful and magical than you have ever seen before. It will change the wizarding world forever...' and then, with a faraway look on his face, walked off, back into his study. I hoped he'd be finished his project soon – I was getting a bit worried about him.

'Just coming, love! Just coming! Oops!' There was a crash from upstairs, and a loud bang. I wondered what the neighbours would think. Dad came out of his study, eyebrows smoking and his ginger hair slightly sticking up. I looked at Cherry, who giggled – he looked exactly like a mad scientist, except that he didn't have one of those white coat things. 'Just a temporary problem, nothing to worry about,' he said to Mum and he came down the stairs, two-by-two as usual. Sometimes I wonder if he ever grew up. Granny Weasley says he didn't.

Dad smoothed down his hair and brushed some dust off his jumper. Most people would think he looked a bit weird – they're not used to seeing a guy with one ear – but we just love him all the more. Just because he was distracted from...well, the world at the moment didn't mean that he wasn't a good dad. He was trying to get a promotion at the Ministry of Magic, where he worked, and wasn't quite himself. Me and Cherry would miss him when we went to Hogwarts.

'Now, girls, you're quite sure you'll be OK on your own?' he asked. 'You know how busy me and Mum are at the moment, or else we'd have loved to come with you, but when you get there, you'll be with the family, so I'm sure you'll be fine.'

'Yes, Dad,' me and Cherry said at the same time. We're not that alike for twins most of the time, but sometimes we get those funny wow-we're-twins moments. We do look quite alike, though. We've both got the creamy-pale skin and gorgeous, silky black hair from our Chinese mother, (although mine is quite long and more wavy, and Cherry prefers her straighter hair in two slightly shorter bunches) the green eyes from the Weasleys and slim, slight bodies which are both supple and athletic. Cherry's face has a sprinkle of light freckles over it while mine is clear, and she has got a crazy fashion sense (all clashing colours and un-matching over-the-knee socks), where as I am usually more reserved and sensible. I couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts and start broomstick flying, though. Neither of us could.

'And you must remember to be polite,' said Mum. 'No shouting, snatching, fighting or answering back. Do what the adults tell you to; eat everything that's on your plate and no talking with your mouths open. Don't get into too much trouble, because I know that a little bit is unavoidable, and we'll meet you at King's Cross on the first with your trunks and the rest of your school stuff. Now, Cherry,' she handed Cherry a green bag, 'And Zo,' she gave me my purple version. 'Remember to take Rufus to the station with you, and don't let him eat anything he shouldn't.'

We each took a hold of the Portkey, sensing it was time to go, and Cherry hooked a hand under Rufus's collar.

'We'll see you soon, angels,' was the last thing Dad called after our rapidly diminishing forms. 'Say hi to Harry for me!'

Being transported by a Portkey is like being on a fun-fair ride, but it's free and there's much more chance of you vomiting afterwards. Every time we had taken Portkeys so far, me and Cherry had both thrown up, without fail. Mum had asked Granny Weasley to be waiting out in the yard to take us inside as soon as possible when we had arrived, and still was a bit worried about us going alone, but me and Cherry had promised that we'd try not to be sick this time, because spending a weekend with you cool cousins who all (except for little Corentin) go or had gone to Hogwarts. Cherry and I were sure to be bombarding them with questions once we got there, and we were always perfectly fine after the vomiting had stopped.

We spun around as if in a washing-machine for what seemed like forever, and I felt my head getting dizzier and dizzier, and my stomach getting more and more confused – which way was up and which way was down?

We landed with a slight bump on the swept yard of The Burrow, where I could see our Gran waiting for us out of the corner of one dizzy eye. Why was she standing upside down? Our weekend bags were thrown to either side and Rufus lay down, panting heavily. Cherry was promptly sick and the smell got to my nostrils pretty quickly. I threw up not long after, and I heard Gran calling Uncle Ron and Harry to come and help us into the house and I kept my eyes closed as I felt the horrible sensation of being picked up. I heard a door swing open and I was lain down on something soft – the sofa?

'Zo? Can you hear us?' Uncle Harry's voice. I tried to open one eye, and the world spun fiercely. I heaved and just managed to stop myself from being sick again, but kept my eyes tight shut until the feeling the world was spinning uncontrollably passed. Cautiously, I opened my eyes again. Thankfully, my motion sickness was over.

'Zoey! It's been ages!' said Harry, beaming at me from behind his familiar glasses.

'How are you feeling?' Uncle Ron asked. 'Whoops, stupid question.'

I laughed weakly. 'A bit dizzy. It's nice to see you guys again.'

Cherry, who was sitting up on the other sofa, asked, 'When's breakfast? I'm starving. Me and Zo haven't eaten this morning!' Gran shushed her and went into the kitchen to fix us up a full-English, no doubt. I smiled to myself.

'The others are out walking at the moment, but they should be back in about half an hour. They'll be starving, too!' laughed Uncle Ron.

'Where's Rufus?' Cherry asked, her strength coming back and the healthy colour flooding into her cheeks once more. Her talkativeness came back too, unfortunately. 'Is he OK? Did Dad tell you what food to buy? Oh, Zo, we forgot to bring his Slipper! Never mind, he can borrow mine – I brought my old ones, too...where's Aunty Ginny? Have you remembered that it's our birthday on Monday? Gosh, that's only two days away!'

Our uncles laughed, and I sat up on the sofa, feeling a little better. This was going to be an awesome weekend.

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