If there is anyone who is still following this story, after such a long wait, I'm sorry about that. I was just really busy and also, to be honest, I had no idea how to start off this chapter, but I finally arrived at the idea to start here. Hopefully it worked out okay.

Now the actual introduction of Terminator and Harry Potter happened outside of the actual story, but, be assured, Harry Potter is now officially a full part of the story.

So read on:

Rats and Spiders

John woke with a start.

Panting heavily, he looked around the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his surroundings became clearer, but not familiar.

This was his first night in the Weasley's home that they called "The Burrow," and, John was still getting used to everything.

He closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath to calm him down.

He lay his head back down on the pillow, and closed his eyes. A new bed, a new house, a new country, a new world; it was a lot to take in.

Of course, he had expected this, but it still felt so unreal. He wasn't surprised that the change was affecting his sleep. During his first week at the Petrelli's home, John never had a peaceful sleep.

Here, it seemed to be no different, and the jetlag wasn't helping, either.

After 30 minutes of tossing and turning, John got out of bed.

He decided to go downstairs to see if there were any leftovers from the dinner, Mrs. Weasley had prepared in his honor. She had specifically said that if he was hungry in the middle of the night, he shouldn't hesitate to help himself to a snack.

After quietly climbing down the five sets of steps, John arrived in the kitchen on the ground floor. He was greeted by a cool breeze of an open window above the sink. He went to go close it, but he paused right in front of it.

Looking outside, he saw a field, illuminated by the moon light. The old barn creaked in the wind, and the surrounding trees swayed. It was so peaceful, John almost closed his eyes and fell asleep right there.

Not wanting to be found, his first morning in the Burrow, lying on the kitchen floor, he distracted himself by searching for something to eat. His eyes were immediately drawn to a dish of biscuits, leftover.

Grabbing one, John took a bite and ate it, while looking back out the window.

Several hours ago (even though it felt like several weeks), his mind had been swimming with questions about his future. There were still questions to be asked, but, somehow, it seemed less important.

John was interrupted from his thoughts by a rustling sound behind him. Rapidly turning around, John came face to face with Percy, his eyes widened behind his square glasses.

"Oh, hello. Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

John nodded his head, sleepily, then asked, "You?"

"I'm looking for Scabbers. Say — you haven't seen him by chance, have you?"

Scabbers was Percy's pet rat, but he had never been much use, at least according to Percy… and Fred, and George, and Bill.

John looked around the room. "No… I don't think—Wait! Is that him?" He pointed to a small gray ball that seemed to be breathing, behind the plate of biscuits.

"There he is," Percy said. He walked towards the rat and picked him up by his tail. Scabbers squeaked, to which Percy murmured, "I can't keep chasing him around like this. You know," he looked up at John, "I'm planning on getting a job at the ministry after Hogwarts, and I don't think a rat," he looked disdainfully at Scabbers, "is an appropriate pet for a ministry official."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"I don't know," Percy sighed. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he looked up at John, "Do you want him?"

John's eyes widened, too, "What? Me?"

"Sure, why not? I was going to give him to Ginny, but she said he's ugly and stupid, and that I was a twit for keeping him — undoubtedly the influence of Fred and George."

"Um…" John had no idea what to say.

"Here take him, he's yours now. Feel free to do whatever you want to him now." Percy handed the rat to John, who clumsily took a hold of Scabbers.

Again, John had no idea what to say, "Err…."

Percy smiled. He looked out the window, however, and his face changed to disappointment, "Oh it's raining. That's probably going to continue through to tomorrow."

John looked back outside, too, and sure enough, rain had begun to pour. "I like the rain."

Percy frowned at him, "You do? Well, you should love it here, then."

John grinned, "I already do."

Percy smiled back, "Right, well, I'm glad." He yawned and said, "Well, I should probably get back to bed." He pointed at John's hands, which were awkwardly holding Scabbers. "You know, this is really going to help me with my studies, so thanks for taking him. Good night." With that, he walked away, back to the stairs.

John just stood there, a little confused, "Err — good night." After a few moments of silence, he looked back at the rat in his hand, which looked back at him. "Well he seemed pretty excited to get rid of you." The rat just stared at him. "Anything I should be warned about?" The rat kept staring, and John scoffed. "Yeah, allright."

Wanting to take another biscuit, he put Scabbers back onto the counter, and reached for a biscuit. He was about to pick one up, when Scabbers jumped back onto his arm, and raced up to his shoulder.

John was taken aback by this, and tried to look at his shoulder, "Wha —?" He looked back down at the counter, and jumped back.

There on the counter, was a spider.

It wasn't the biggest spider in the world, but that didn't matter for him. He had been scared of them since he was a child.

When he was still with his mother, he had been sleeping in the middle of the jungle in some sleeping bags. She had told him it was just like a camping trip, but he now knew that it was because they had no "safe" place to stay.

In the middle of the night, he had awoken to find several spiders crawling around in his sleeping bag. He had been afraid of them ever since.

John looked from Scabbers to the spider, and back to Scabbers. "You don't like spiders, either?"

The rat's eyes just stayed, transfixed on the spider.

John looked back at the spider, and grimaced. "Looks like we have something in common."

John carefully watched the spider, as he slowly made his way around the counter. When the spider made a sudden movement towards them, both John and Scabbers jumped, and John raced out of the kitchen, and up the stairs, back to bed.

Okay, now, I know that this chapter is really short, and certainly doesn't make up for all the time I spent not writing anything, but I think that now that I've gotten a start again, it should be easier to start writing more, plus, getting feedback helps also.

You may not have noticed, but I did try to adjust my style a little bit. A tried a little less unnecessary detail, and more direct, might explain the shortness of the chapter, who knows.

Anyway, that's really it. I don't have much to say. Let me know what you think (if there is still anyone reading) and, yeah.

P.S. Sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes.