That night after coming home from Diagon Alley the sky clouded over and things were looking dismal.
Mrs. Weasley was flicking her wand here and there making dinner for the family and friends. Sydney was reading a book. She had yet to decide whether or not she was going to get a cat or an owl. Ron was setting the table with Fred and George. A roll of thunder shook The Burrow from a distance. It looked like there was going to be a rather large storm tonight. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked out the window.
The clouds were large and the countryside seemed dark and dreary.
It brought a shiver down Harry's spine. It was extremely quiet in the Weasley's house. Which was strange considering the amount of people that were staying there at the moment. Hermione came downstairs. "I've just talked with my mum. She say's the news is predicting a thunderstorm the size of England itself." Everyone's face looked drawn at the thought. "Well, we better start closing the windows. Everyone help now, c'mon," Mrs. Weasley pestered. Sydney and Ron headed up the stairs to close the windows on the top-most floors. Harry went up shortly after with Hermione in tow.
As soon as all the windows were shut, rain started pouring from the sky in an awkward fashion. It was coming down from an angle and it sounded as if it were hail hitting the house. It stayed quiet until dinner was ready when Luna decided to strike up a conversation with anyone who would listen. "My dad needs more reporters for his paper, he says less and less people are getting into the profession because of all the lies they are finding when reading the Daily Prophet and they don't want to take the blame for it." Everyone turned to look at her. Sydney finally spoke up. "Well that sucks. I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you can talk to some of the 7th years when we get back to school and find out if any of them want to be reporters," she suggested. Again her American accent sounded strange and out of place.
Which is probably how she felt at the moment. Strange and out of place, an orphan, which isn't exactly true, but living with the Dursley's wasn't really going to help any. Especially if they were going to start making her do some of the things that Harry had to. Lightening struck right outside the kitchen window. Everyone at the table jumped.
The night seemed to go on forever. No one really spoke much. "Want to play chess Har'?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and sat opposite from his best friend. Sydney watched as the two boys played. Ron came out champion and excitedly jumped up and down. A cold wind seemed to be coming into the house. Something wasn't right.