Chapter 3
The Weasley Burrow was in an uproar. Red heads flying everywhere, and Ginny was still latching on and hugging each and every single person who came past.
"Where's Ron and Hermione?" Ginny shouted.
Molly tied her apron around her waist. "They should be here any minute." She said back.
At that moment, the door opened to Bill and Fleur. Ginny ran to hug her older brother, and Fleur planted two big kisses on each of Ginny's cheeks. One thing she noticed, was a bulge that could be seen on Fleurs usually perfect figure. Ginny shrieked, and gestured to her stomach. Fleur nodded, and the biggest smile she had ever seen spread over Bills face.
"I'm going to be a Aunt!" Ginny yelled, bouncing around the room. Everybody laughed. The Twenty-one year old was still acting well beyond her years. Then Ginny's shrieks well about to get louder as Ron glided out of the fireplace easily, followed by Hermione, who slightly stumbled.
"Ginny!" They exclaimed in unison, and they both ran over and almost squeezed Ginny into a rod.
"Can't… Breathe...Dying…" Ginny gasped. The pair laughed and released her.
Ron put his hands around Hermione from the back.
"So, you brought back our lil' Harrykins? He asked hopefully. Ginny ducked her head. Hermione turned and gave him a soft hit up the chin.
"I didn't find him at all." She choked out, "But I-"
"Don't worry, Ginny, he'll come back when he's ready." She said optimistically.
Molly came in to hug Ginny again.
"Oh, Ginny we have missed you so much!" She said, and a few tears ran down her cheeks. Ginny coughed on flour. "It's was only three years mum, and I just saw you a few months ago." She said.
"I know dear, but it is so nice to have you home, even if the weather is not the nicest." She told her, gesturing to the horrible storm that had begun outside.
Maxwell stepped out of the airport struggling with a small umbrella and holding his luggage. He whistled as loud as he could through the wind and rain to the taxi on the road in front of him. The lights went on and Maxwell sighed in relief. He stumbled through the rain and into the car.
"Some storm aye mate?" The taxi driver laughed with a strong British accent. Maxwell shivered. "You know it." He grumbled.
"Ah, American, no? Don't you worry, we'll get you to the nearest hotel-"
"No, just to this address, please." Maxwell said, fumbling for the note that would take him to the place he wanted to go.
"Are you crazy my man!?" The taxi driver cried incredulously, "that's just an abandoned old bar!"
Maxwell gave a grim face. "Trust me, I know where I'm going."