While the commotion was taking place downstairs, the youngest Weasley was consciously awaking.
Opening her eyes, she saw a beam of light, coming from somewhere…..
"But where?" She thought.
The light was coming from her hands. It was pure and white, making her hands tingle. She gaped at them in shock.
She got out of her bed and rushed down the stairs, her hands outstretched.
"Guys! Guys! You have to…"she started, dashing into the kitchen. She stopped when the scene met her eyes: Charlie and the twins bending over an unconscious Harry, her parents talking in the corner of the room (oblivious to what was going on), and a Draco Malfoy sitting calmly at the kitchen table.
"What the freaking hell is that Ferret doing here?" She shrieked to no one in particular. The young Malfoy looked up and eyed her appreciatively.
"Weas… I mean Ginerva. It is very lovely to se you too." He drawled in that posh voice that was his. Only his. She ignored him.
"Charlie, look at my bloody hands." She stuck her glowing palms in his face. Charlie's eyes widened in surprise.
"Blimey Gin, What happened to you?" He asked, looking at her petit hands in awe.
"I believe I can answer that!" A light, elderly voice came from the fireplace.
This attracted the attention of the two adults who were talking in the corner. Apparently, the noise level was the same everyday most the children were home, so they didn't bother to stop it as it would have been a lost cause.
"ARRGHHH!"
Everybody turned their head towards the scream of agony coming from upstairs. A few minutes later, Ronald came rushing into the room, his hands over his eyes and screaming. It was obvious he probably suffered from a headache? He was running around the room like a crazy maniac.
"My head! Now, normally I would love to dream about quidditch, but, Slytherin beating Gryffondor at winning the Quidditch Cup is just gross."
"Aaaahhhh… Mr. Weasley, I was just getting to that. You see, you have the gift of seeing the future. The gift of vision is very rare and very important."
Dumbledore explained to the panicked teen.
Ron was shocked. " You mean I am going to be a 'Trelawny'? Oh no! Bloody hell no. What will everybody say? I am not a crazy woman, or man in my case. If what you say is true…. SLYTHERIN WILL WIN THE CUP! NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!"
After all his babbling and rambling, Ron finally became aware of the blonde boy's presence.
"Could have fooled me. I always thought you were a bit feminine. A woman. No man screams at the sight of a harmless spider. A WOMAN does." Draco sniggered.
"Shut up Malfoy…MALFOY?"
After realisaig who he was arguing with, and where they were, Ron had the same reaction as the four-eyed saviour. His blue eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he dropped to the ground, next to his best friend, with a loud thud.
"OK." Molly started, looking pointedly at the twins. "Which one of you gave your younger brother your fainting fancies?"
"He did!" Both of the boys replied, pointing at each other. Then they both burst out laughing.
"Mum" One of the two replied. "How could we have slipped him the fainting pills when he didn't consume anything?"
"For a change" The other boy finished. Both were in laughter again, with Draco and Charlie not to mention Arthur joining them.
"Ma. Trust me. Ron and Harry's unconsciousness is all their own accord. I guess they couldn't handle the fact that Draco is my really good friend. I just gave him a baby Hungarian horntail. It's mother died, and we don't have the finance to provide for it, so I sold it to Draco. Charlie explained. Everyone wanted to know why Draco hadn't made a single insult concerning the family.
The headmaster finally spoke up.
"Molly, Arthur. I hope you wouldn't mind me having Ron, Harry and Ginerva to stay at Howarts for the rest of the summer. I have previously informed you of the upcoming prophecy. It is concerning all three of them. Harry the most, of course. I am to take the three children, as well as Mr. Malfoy back to the school wher they will train with others the prophecy is concerning."
"We understand Albus"vMolly said, showing a great deal of respect for her old headmaster.
"There is one problem though." Arthur put in, looking at the floor.
"What is it?" His wife asked him.
"Well… How are we going to get the boys off of the floor?"
