Chapter 4
Harry woke up early the next morning, his mind filled with thoughts of Ginny and the possibility of being an auror. He wandered around the garden for a while before the smell of Mrs. Weasley's cooking brought him out of his trance and brought him back to the house.
"Oh good morning, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed when she saw him enter the kitchen. "Dear, you're still skinnier than you need to be. Have some breakfast."
A large plate piled with eggs, bacon and toast sailed towards his usual seat at the Weasley table. Before he sat down, he grabbed a knife and fork then plunged into his meal like Ron did. He was nearly finished by the time the first sounds of movement could be heard above them. Mr. Weasley was the first one down, already dressed and in a hurry.
"Good morning, Molly, Harry," he said as he grabbed a piece of toast from the plate his wife was about to set on the table. "Don't look at me like that, I overslept and I'm late to work. Just because Kingsley is the minister, it doesn't mean that I won't be fired if I'm late!" He walked outside and they heard a faint popping sound, which signified Mr. Weasley's departure.
There was a clatter as people came down the stairs. Ginny and Hermione were the first down, followed by Ron who was obviously still half asleep then George and Lee who had decided to stay over to keep George company. Once they had all sat down and started eating, they heard thumps as though something heavy were falling down the stairs. Percy suddenly appeared at the foot of the stairs, robes half off and glasses askew. "Late," he said to nobody in particular to laughter from around the table. "Sorry, mum, can't stay for breakfast. Late for work." Once he had his robes all the way on, he rushed out the door and disapperated with the same popping sound Mr. Weasley made.
Harry felt an elbow in his ribs. "Ouch," he said, looking to his left where Ron was sitting. "What was that for?"
"Did you make a decision yet?" Ron asked with an excited tone. "Well?"
"Yes, I did. Is it that big of a deal? What did you decide?"
"I think I'm gonna do it." Ron's eyes were practically bulging out of his head. "Until the training starts, though, I'm going to help George out with the store. If it goes well, I might just wait until next year to start. Helping out the family has to be more important than what I want."
"I stand by what I said last night," Harry said as he tried to hold back a laugh. "You sound more and more like Hermione every day." He got up from his seat at the table. "Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Weasley. By the way, Ron, can I use Pigwidgeon?"
"'Eah, ure," he said with his mouth full of eggs. "'E's ub in my 'oom."
"Thanks," Harry said quickly as he rushed upstairs to send a letter to Kingsley.
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