Chapter 7

'Come on Ron, get out of bed already! You haven't moved an inch since I got up.'

Moaning Ron rolled over and brought an arm up and across his eyes, while giving a very obscene gesture with his middle finger. Rustling and running could be heard throughout the Weasley house, but it filtered into Ron's room as a silent whisper.

Shaking him Harry said in a now exasperated voice, 'Come on mate…we'll be late for the Hogwarts Express.'

Upon hearing these words Ron sat bolt upright, in the process bonking heads with Harry.

'Sorry Harry.'

'Oooooh, forget it Ron. Just get ready.' Rubbing his head he pointed at the door.

Ron jumped off his bed, heard a slight crunch, not worrying about it though, it was probably some crackers or something he'd brought up at one time or another, he exited the bedroom and almost got knocked over by Ginny yelling, 'Arnold! Arnold! Come here sweetie!'

Laughing Ron started speaking, 'I'll bet the little rat ran away to hide from-'

ZAP!

'Sorry Ron, my hair is just full of static electricity.'

'No problem Hermione.' Groaning Ron made his way down to the kitchen.

In the kitchen itself there were dirty plates piled beside the sink, and Mrs. Weasley was hurriedly trying to stuff things inside several trunks. Walking down the stairs behind him Harry held a pair of squashed glasses in his hands.

'Ron, did you step on my glasses?'

Ron, who's mother had just decided to start spooning his porridge into his mouth mumbled, spitting bits here and there, 'Sorry mate, thought it was some crackers.'

Harry sighed and tried putting them on, only to have them slide side ways on his face, one lens missing and the other completely shattered, 'Don't worry Ron.'

'Ronald, where are your school text books?'

Ron whipped his head around to stare at his mother. Swallowing the lump of porridge he said, 'I don't know.'

'RONALD WEASLEY, YOU AREN'T EVEN AT SCHOOL AND YOU'VE ALREADY LOST YOUR BOOKS!'

Harry ducked out of the room to Mrs. Weasley yelling at Ron, running into Mr. Weasley Harry mumbles, 'Sorry sir, glasses are broke.'

Smiling at him Mr. Weasley said, 'No problem Harry. Here.' Taking Harry's glasses he tapped them once with his wand as he said, 'Reparo.'

Handing the glasses back to Harry he said, 'Now, I'm off to have some breakfast.'

Smiling Harry said, 'Good luck with that sir.'

Mr. Weasley stared at him in confusion as Harry continued up the stairs to his and Ron's room, needing to clean out Hedwig's cage for the ride to Hogwarts.

Upon entering the kitchen Mr. Weasley went to sit down in his chair but jumped back up when finding a stack of books there. Sighing he said, 'And who's are these?'

Smiling broadly at him, and shooting a scowl at Ron, Mrs. Weasley said, 'Thank you dear, I've been looking for Ron's books.'

Shaking his head Mr. Weasley turned to start on his breakfast while Mrs. Weasley took a drink of her tea.

ZAP! Hissssss…

'Ouch!' Mrs. Weasley looked to her bottom where Crookshanks had sunk his claws in, wincing she moved to try and pry him off.

'So sorry Mrs. Weasley! My air just won't stop giving off static zaps.'

Smiling at the humorous situation Mr. Weasley pulled out his wand for the second time that morning, pointing it at Hermione's hair he said, 'I think that's a tad bit more dangerous right now. Poor Crookshanks has already been on the receiving end. Statie Bijon!'

Hermione timidly put a hand to her hair, not receiving a shock she smiled broadly and gave Mr. Weasley a hug, 'Thank you so much sir!'

Hurrying back off, Hermione ran up the stairs, Mr. Weasley turned to Mrs. Weasley and said, 'Now, we can't have you going to the platform in a tea stained robe. Scurgify!'

Smiling at him Mrs. Weasley managed a, 'Thank you dear', before she was interrupted by a horn honking.

Looking out the window she sighed and began to shout out, 'YOU FOUR! GET DOWN HERE NOW, THE MINISTRY CARS JUST OUT FRONT!'

Laughing Mr. Weasley put down his tea and straightened his robes, heading to the door he began to put on his hat and boots.

'Mum! I c-can't find Arnold!'

'Oh Ginny, he'll turn up, I'm sure of it.'

'But mum, he's so little, anything could have gotten him!'

Beside her Ron smirked and said, 'Yeah, like Bollywog. You know how they love small little rats to eat.'

Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron, 'GO UPSTAIRS AND GRAB YOUR TRUNK!'

'But mom, it's down he-'

Before Ron could complete his sentence Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and sent all the trunks upstairs, saving Ginny's.

Grumbling Ron turned and stomped up the stairs.

'Now, Ginny, Arnold will shop up, don't-'

'What the…?'

Mr. Weasley hurriedly removed his foot from his boot and pulled out a small curled up ball. It was a hot pink color with a mottled bit of violet worked through it. Ginny lit right up and let out a squeal, 'Ohhh Daddy! You found him!'

At this moment the other three entered the room, Hermione pulling on a wind breaker while holding Crookshanks, followed by Ron who struggled with her trunk, along with his. Harry was smiling and pulling his own. Once everyone was at the base of the stairs and about ready to head out to the ministry car Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to say something when a loud –CRACK- was heard, and suddenly the house began to instantly flood with water.

Sighing Mr. Weasley shook his head and pulled out his wand, 'Drytio!'

Instantly the floor dried up and the sound of water running through the pipes could be heard once again. Turning around after pocketing his wand Mr. Weasley opened the door. Instantly, and amid a couple giggles a small gnome ran in through the door, and almost as quickly Crookshanks leapt out of Hermione's arms to chase the large headed pest.

Mr. Weasley gave a weak smile and said, 'Maybe I won't have to do anything on this one.'

Not even a second after he finished speaking the gnome was running for the door screaming. Crookshanks, satisfied that he had protected his mistress jumped back up into Hermione's arms. Scratching him between the ears Hermione crooned to him softly as Mr. Weasley opened the door.

'All right everyone; let's get going before anything else happens.'

'Arthur Weasley?' This query came from a man in a black suit.

'Yes, are there any problems?'

'Yes sir, our car seems unable to start. And since we are on private property we are required t ask permission to perform any magic of any sort.'

Mr. Weasley's face brightened and he said, 'Really? Well I'd love to see how an ungen works, so maybe we could take it apart and put it back together manual-'

From behind him Mrs. Weasley gave a little, 'Eh hem.'

His excited smile dimmed immediately and he shaking his head he said in a regretful voice, 'But we have things to do places to be. I guess that can wait for another day.' Walking over to the car Mr. Weasley lifted his wand out for the, hopefully, last time that day, 'Startijio.'

Beaming as the car purred back to life Mr. Weasley said, 'Alright, everyone put your things into the boot of the car, and then we're off.'

At these words another catastrophe was created as four trunks were trying to simultaneously cram themselves into the boot. Harry backed off instantly; letting the other three turf it out.

Mr. Weasley pulled Harry to the side and said, 'Look Harry. Many people may not agree with me telling you this.'

'Don't worry Mr. Weasley, I wouldn't tell a soul.' Harry looked at him with dark, somber green eyes

Looking at him closely for a moment Mr. Weasley said, 'Well….Dumbledore, you see, he doesn't always know exactly what's right for people. So, if you feel like things are just getting to be too much, you can always write me and Molly, and we'll come and get you instantly.'

Harry slid back on his smiling mask and said, 'Don't worry Mr. Weasley, I'll let you know if anything's wrong.'

In the back of his mind though, Harry knew he would try and keep as many people out of his problems as possible. And at that moment Harry noticed that the other three trunks had managed to finally get into the boot. Lifting his up into the boot he slid in to sit in-between Ginny and Ron.

Taking one last look at the burrow he let out a smile as Ginny said, 'Dad! I think I left my-'

Ginny was quickly cut off however when Mr. Weasley gave her a look that said, 'Please. No more.'

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BUZZZZZzzzzz……..BUZZZZZzzzzzzz……….BUZZZZZZzzzzzz…..BANG!

A long fingered hand slammed down onto the alarm clock and a form moved under the down comforter. A grumbling was coming from under the covers and it soon laid still, the hand retracting to the warm depths of the bed.

Lifting the blanket off of the blonde shaggy haired head a grumbling voice said, 'It's too blasted early to be getting up.'

Looking at the clock silver eyes glared daggers at the green glowing lights that read '7:33'. Moaning again the blonde turned his head to look at the small silver ball curled up next to him, smiling he stroked it softly and said, 'Come on Bitz, I'm up, time for a shower.'

From the sleek silver coated ball emerged a dainty muzzle with cat like ears. It's blue eyes blinked at Draco and it began to hum softly.

'I don't care if you're tired. I'm too tired myself. Come on, we need to shower so we can get to the train station. It leaves at 9:00 you know. And we must make sure to get a compartment to ourselves and our fellow Slytherin pals.'

The small silver ball uncurled and it stood up on four legs, arching its back, much like a cat, the difference was the unusual coloring and the deceiving look of fragility.

Sliding out of his bed Draco padded to his bathroom and turned on the spray to his shower full blast, he hoped it would steam away all of his memories when he stepped in. Turning to Bitz he smiled and said, 'What exactly should I be wearing today? We must keep up appearances mustn't we?'

Walking over to his closet Draco looked down with a smirk as Bitz swatted at shirt.

'Ok….the grey silk shirt……and……'

Bitz walked over to his dresser and tugged on a pair of pants.

'…Some faded blue jeans? Good choice, because then I have comfort and style, but to offset the faded look of the jeans I must wear a belt. Black leather should be good right Bitz?'

Bits let out a pleased hum and then jumped from the dresser; walking over to him she put her paws on his leg and begged to be picked up.

'Yes, yes, time for our shower.'

Picking her up Draco walked over to his shower. Slipping out of his pajama bottoms and then under the spray of the shower head he sighed gently and lowered Bitz to the floor. Running around his feet she nearly tripped him. Smiling at his pets antics Draco took care of washing both of their hair.

Once all of the showering was done he rinsed out his conditioner with cool water, wincing and shivering at the temperature change.

Quickly turning off the water he pulled out a large fluffy towel and quickly dried off the dew drops on his creamed skin. Picking up Bitz he quickly towel dried her while she wiggled playfully.

Once done with the showering he turned to his mirror and sighed as Bitz pushed over his gel; he truly hated putting the gunk in his hair, he much rather enjoyed leaving it down and free of all of it. But he had to keep up appearances.

Grimacing as he dumped a large dollop of gel into the palm of his hand he worked it through his hair, plastering it back to his head. Smiling at Bitz he pulled her closer and then with the extra gel on his fingers teased her hair along her back into spikes. Laughing as she turned to the mirror and gave a warningly low note, smoothing back her hair he looked back at his reflection. Sneering into the mirror he said, 'Hello Potter.'

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'Mum, let him breathe will you? He's gonna be with us so you know he'll be just fine.'

Finally being released from Mrs. Weasley's iron clad arms Harry took a breath and smiled at the beloved woman, 'I promise I'll be good.'

Looking on the verge of tears Mrs. Weasley then pulled Ron, then Ginny, then Hermione into tight hugs. 'I want all four of you to write me everyday. Make sure to keep your things clean, and I want you all to promise NOT TO GO LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.'

Harry smiled reassuringly at her and said, 'Never. I would never go looking for trouble.'

Turning and stepping onto the train he said under his breath to Ron, 'Trouble just always seems to have a tendency of finding me.'

Laughing Ron turned around to heave his trunk up. As his was already on, and Ron was completing this task he was about to move his own trunk out of the way to make room for Ron's, when he caught a flash of something silver on the train tracks. Wanting to have a closer look and feeling that something, that he was sure held great beauty, shouldn't be destroyed so stupidly he jumped out to pick it up.

Just as his hand reached out to pluck it off the railway tie, his fingers just closing about it, the train jumped forward and almost crushed his fingers. He heard a scream behind him, but not wanting to miss the train he hurriedly jumped back up and then turned around to wave good bye to the Weasleys.

Looking, Harry was surprised to see Mr. Weasley struggling with the large body of Mrs. Weasley.

'Harry.'

Harry looked up to Mr. Weasley's eyes as he called out while the train began to pick up speed and leave the station.

'For Merlin's sake, try to be a bit more careful at school, if you're not, she's liable to have a heart attack.'

Smiling Harry waved good bye to the still struggling man. Smiling at thoughts of how the man could possibly deal with the situation of his collapsed wife.

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