There stood William, peering at the large trunk… It was black with a large gold W near the handle, which the twice the size of himself. His mind was somewhere between 'Bloody Hell.' and 'How the hell am I going to get this open' He raised his eyebrows, slightly glancing at the handle which had an etching in it. 'Could it really be that simple?' he thought as he read the etching. 'Nah, but I'll give it a shot.' after a moment of curious silence, William cleared his throat.

"Weasley Boy, eleven!" and out shot a knitted sweater and a pair of very worn slacks. 'Oh… Really… Well this is better then what I'm used to.' as he hastily took off the new robes and slipped on the muggle clothing.

"William?" a soft female voice came from the door. "Are you ready? Mum and Dad are waiting for you." The soft voice said, in a low, disgraced voice.

"Maggie… what's the matter?" There was no answer. Only the distant sound of someone walking away. He put his right hand up to his chin to pinch at it.

'What could be up with her?' he thought to himself as he struggled to the door in his loose clothes. After a slight struggle waling he fell over on his face. William swore under his breath and grabbed the waist to give his feet some room to walk.

Down the stairs (after falling down the stairs three times) he was greeted with a few chuckles from Jacob and Derrick who were both dressed in maroon jumpers with a large gold 'R' on them.

Maggie was purposely hiding behind her father in the rear, only revealing herself slightly, before realizing she's been spotted and jumping back behind him. Hermione sighed and walked up to the struggling William, sporting her wand. William panicked, pointing to himself nervously.

"Pannus Fittori!" she muttered as blue shot from her wand to cover William. Suddenly the clothes he'd been wearing fit perfectly… perfectly, like they had been tailored just for him.

"That's better…" Said Mrs. Weasley cheerfully, coming out of the kitchen holding a wet rag. "I put William on the clock, so I'll know if you got him in danger at your ruddy game." she pointed to an old grandfather clock against the wall. Looking closer, He saw several hands on the clock that included several men and several women and three small children, including Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George, Hermione, Maggie, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hugh, Kenneth, Jacob, and Derrick. All looking up to it's current position, 'home.' One hand now sported William's picture, looking very disoriented and confused.

"Here!" shouted Harry. He trusted out and put a pin on Williams chest… it was big, red and said on the front, in white. "Go England!" and under it in gold was, "Win one for the Crown!"

"Better be off then." George said loudly, walking to the door quickly followed by George, as if trying to avoid a storm. The rest of the bunch. Seeing a small figure scurry out of sight behind her father, William slowed to a halt. "Maggie?" he said trying to get her attention. No response. Firmly, a hand gripped Williams shoulder, catching him by surprise.

"Don't. After What happened last night, She's too embarrassed to talk, but in time, she'll back to her old self." stated an elder man's voice.

"But why?" William looked up to see Mr. Weasley giving a very serious look.

"She's proud, son, and she doesn't like to be the said 'Damsel in distress' as you might think a girl of her age would act." said Mr. Weasley, looking down on him with a forced grin. "She's got a strong Heart, as she thinks she's ready for anything, but in truth, she's ready for little." the forced smiled turned to a mere smirk, "Let's go catch up, shall we?" William nodded slightly.

After a slight jog they caught up to the group, where Hermione was in Conversation with Harry on the Bus Enchantment's legality, and Ginny was holding a death grip to Kenneth's hand, who of course, Was struggling to get away.

"The you-know-what should be over on that hill!" stated Mr. Weasley as they entered the town of Ottery St. Catchpole, from what William could get from the sign.

"Mr. Weasley…?" Questioned William looking a bit confused. "what's a you-know-?"

"Shhh!" shushed Ginny frantically from in front of William. An old couple walking by gave the shady group an odd look. William ignored her rudeness, though he was a little too panicked to really care.

"I'll tell you on the hill." Mr. Weasley whispered out of the corner of his mouth. William opened his mouth to raise another question, but decided against it, not wanting to be shushed again.

Everyone was silent through town, except for some pointing and whispers from Fred and George at the various building, despite Hermione's attempts to silence them via clearing her throat loudly.

Officially leaving the town, the tension leaving the spirits of the flock, The twins started laughing loudly in protrusion to the other's speaking.

"What is it, nits?" yelled Ginny loudly, taking Kenneth's hand up as she tried to point, very Mrs. Weasley-ish. George calmed himself.

"Muggles don't see much, eh?" Ginny gritted his teeth, trying not to laugh. "I mean, unobservant buggers."

"FRED? GEORGE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Bellowed Hermione fiercely. The twins completely halted their laughing at Hermione's yell.

"Nothing, really!" Shouted Fred then muttered something under his breath.

"I heard that." Harry said, standing directly behind the twins. "They were only talking about some enchantment they saw in town…" He grinned deviously. "It's only a modern muggle invention." Fred muttered another something under his breath, but Hermione didn't loose her death glare. William walked further up the hill to get away from the argument.

"If I find out you put some trick…" Hermione cut herself off. "I'm going to turn you into the ministry myself!" George had an apologizing look on his face, but Fred still has his normal devilish smirk.

"And this is coming from a woman who used to use.." His voice faded off as he got closer to the top of the hill. Suddenly a loud "So that was what that was! You told me it was…" He was well out of distance of the shouts that came from the bottom. He was feeling adventurous, and this hill seemed to suit his needs very well. upon the top, the small slightly forested hill seemed to show nothing more then a wooden wasteland, trash and litter covered the somewhat wooded hill almost entirely. William made his way hastily through the trash, looking for anything of meek interest. Something caught him in the corner of his eye, something large and obtrusive among

the paper rubbish, He hadn't seen one of these in years, and when he did it was a rare sight. Could one of them possibly be just laying about? Seriously, he doubts it. Walking to the object and picking it up, his face lit up with excitement…

'Lets see if this works'

"Bloody Hell! We're late!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, still on the base of the hill with the company, looking to his watch. "5.…"

William flipped the switch, but it didn't turn on..

"4..."

He flipped it around to check if it had batteries. Nothing.

"3..."

He just stared into the screen, blankly, hoping for some batteries.

"2..."

He lowered it slowly to put in the lower pocket of his slacks.

"1..."

His hand almost reached his pocket, but forcefully, his arm shot forward, and suddenly a great force started to pull him in that direction. Wind screamed past him, but he did not open his eyes to see the colors flashing around him.

"zero… We missed it." Mr. Weasley stated, in a low tone. "Go find William, we are going to have to travel back and get another portkey set up…"

William's feet hit the ground hard, making him collapse into the grass below.

"Wha ta… Hell Iy tha" said a thick Scottish accent above him. Another voice said something incomprehensible in a thicker Scottish accent. William quickly recovered himself.

"Oy! At 'ittl lad suppor th' Engliash" said the towering Scotsman, looking down to the child's button.

"Holy…" William squeaked as the men in bright blue and white closed in with their fists up.

Back at the burrow, on the grandfather clock, Williams picture moved from traveling, to mortal danger.


a/n Boy, that was a long wait for such a small chapter, but... I got the story going again, and I'm going to be updating. Read and review, please!