It took so much energy to last the week at the Weasley Burrow. Being spread so far thin between his biological family and reconnecting with his dad. It was only when night fell and everyone was asleep that he was given any real time of rest, once he was done taking care of Scabbers of course.

Not that he had much to do for Scabbers. He was a rather lazy rat. He should have his dad find a local vet for the lazy old thing. He wanted to make sure he was nice and healthy. Scabbers was his first pet. He was determined to take care of the creature.

Even if his dad didn't care for the rat, he respected the fact it was given to him as a pet by his biological family.

Hence, why he was even bringing the little guy back with him to America.

"You have everything Ron?" Clint asked as they packed his belongings into the trunk of Arthur's car.

"I think so. So, who's driving?"

"That would be me," Arthur answered as he slid into the driver's side of the car. Ron grinned as he slid into the back of the car, his dad taking the passenger side seat. It took him a moment to pick up on the rather odd interior. His reaction however, was quite comical.

"Sweet mother of- what did you do to the interior of this car?" Clint asked seeing a far larger inside than should have existed.

"It's uh, a rather simple enlarging charm really," Arthur answered sheepishly. His eyes darted away before asking, "Would you please not tell my wife about this? She'd be awfully upset if she found out."

"Sure. I won't say anything," Clint responded civilly. Arthur started the car, but left it in park. Clint let out a silent sigh as Ron felt a tad bit confused. He opened his mouth to ask why they weren't leaving when the answer came from the front door of the burrow.

One by one, the other members of the Weasley family filed out to slip into the abnormally spaced car. Ron slid towards the middle, seeing as the Weasleys split into two groups by each of the doors. First the twins, one on either side, then Percy by the window on one side, and Molly followed by Ginny on the other. Ron silently thanked the twins' investment in getting to know him as a buffer from his rather concerned and overbearing biological mother.

"Just had to see you off-" Fred (he assumed) slung his arm over his shoulder.

"-before you skip across the pond and all," George (he logically assumed) added in.

"And to see what all the fuss this "air-plane" is about."

"Ah yes. Commercial air fare," Clint stated dryly, "Nothing quite like it. But, it's not like I can fly a quinjet back home this time."

"Did you get in trouble with Uncle Nick again?" Ron asked raising a brow.

"Nah. Nothing like that. They're all in use right now and after last summer, we don't have the numbers we used to."

"What?" Ginny couldn't help but ask. Ron couldn't see her past George(?) and Molly, but he could assume she was a bit embarrassed she spoke. She hadn't wanted anything to do with his dad this past week. And she seemed like the type of person who was stubborn till the bitter end. Clint took it in stride.

"A lot of planes were destroyed from the attack in New York. And it takes months to build new ones up to standard. So the ones we do have are being used for work only."

"Fascinating. Does it really take that long?"

"Yep. Not to be rude, but we might miss the flight if we don't get going soon. And I'd rather not have to deal with the government," Clint stated. It was a threat all the same. MAGIC agents were waiting at the airport to ensure a smooth transition from Britain to America. Granted, the Ministry of Magic was also there to watch the American agents and make sure they didn't do anything funny.

The drive was a bit awkward, Molly seemed a bit disoriented in the back seat with the kids and Arthur kept asking Clint questions about muggle items. But overall, it wasn't a too terrible drive. Even if Clint had to give Arthur directions to the airport.

Upon arriving, the mixture of awe, confusion and in Ron and Clint's case familiarity came to their faces. A MAGIC employee was waiting by the door, no wand to be seen on his person as he stood waiting in a crisp gray suit.

Ron absently wondered if this man didn't use wizarding Magic. But rather sorcerer like Strange was teaching him. He couldn't ask now though. They had a plane to catch.

The hussle and bustle was similar to getting on the train to Hogwarts, only, there was far more security. Granted, muggle he had expected, it was the magical security that had surprised him.

"Anything to declare?"

"Um, do pets count?"

"Is it exotic?"

"He's a rat."

"Then you're fine. Nothing of the other verity?"

"Um I have some books if that's what you mean."

"Sir? Are you alright with a minor illusion enchantment on your son's luggage just in case?"

"And it will do what exactly?" Clint asked warily.

The person didn't seem perturbed and pulled out a small trinket. It looked similar to a luggage ID.

"Your son is carrying luggage we'd rather the whole world not know about. And while we do our best to make sure luggage isn't mixed up when flying, there is always the one case that gets lost every so often. This charm prevents anyone from realizing what's really in here."

Clint gave it a moment of thought.

"Why are you asking then?" He questioned. If it were a law he could understand. But the fact that they asked made him wonder what accepting would mean in the long term.

"He's a minor. And he's also a British born citizen. While it was done in America with your tickets, we have to ask while you're in Britain."

"Sounds complicated."

The person leaned in and said softly, "You have no idea."

"We're getting the charm right dad?"

"Of course. I don't want to be making any more international news do I?" He chuckled darkly.

It was all set. Everything moved like a whirlwind as each of his siblings and his biological parents hugged him and smothered him in their goodbyes. MAGIC agents gathered him and his dad aboard the plane to take them back home. Back to America.

Another chapter. Hoo-Ray! Looking forward to what's coming next. Summer~

Fun times in America everybody. As for the rushed Weasley goodbye? Did you guys really want to read about a mushy and gushy and possibly cringe inducing goodbye? That and, I don't really know how I would have made it work without my incredibly busy beta.

I took down the Weasley poll temporarily in favor of a bit of a question. You see, it came to my attention not too long ago that I have ninety nine stories posted here. And well, as the one hundredth I'd like to be memorable at least for me, I'm curious to see what you all would want to see. The poll is on my account and I do hope you check it out.