Raised with Magic
Chapter Twelve: Pond
"Morning sleepy head." Charlie teased as I came down. He was holding a boldly colored green over the shoulder bag that I actually really liked. The bag belongs to Luna so I assumed it was what Mum prepared for our outing. Most likely it was the leftovers Dad had left in the fridge. Mum can't cook, at all, like me. The closed lab door confirmed that I was not seeing her before I left with the boys.
I wanted to give her a hug and kiss good bye. That's okay though, I'll just give her two when I come home.
"Morning." I called bracing myself for the impact of the twins.
"She learns quickly." Bill commented as Fred and George lunged at me for hugs. They really are affectionate boys. I love it! Besides, it completely makes up for the fact that Mum is really busy this afternoon.
"Are you ready Hermione?" The tied in age brothers asked, still somewhat hanging on me.
"Yeah, and I can carry the bag Charlie." I offered, it was holding my stuff in in after all. It wasn't fair to make him hold it for me because he is older.
He laughed a little, "It's fine. So we were planning on taking you guys on a bit of a hike and then some swimming. Your Mum packed your suit if you like the plan." He had changed the topic so quickly that I had hardly had the ability to remember the bag. Before I could agree to the plan, my boys explained the real plan,
"What that really means,"
"Is quidditch over water!"
By the time we got to the lake I was considerable closer to the brothers. When Charlie was closer to the twins then his older brother was the opposite was true with me. I was close to Charlie but Bill quickly took on the strong role of older brother and I had no objections. It might be strange that I am getting along with so many people after I got along with so few before. I think that it is just because I am in the world I was meant to be in now. On good days I really do feel like I belong.
I learned that Charlie had been responsible for the fireworks Luna and I had saw when I first came to the Lovegood home. Charlie had been the master mind but Bill had been the enabler to obtain their father's wand. Knowing Mr. Weasley, he hadn't minded one tiny bit.
I learned that Bill loves mysteries and is seriously considering going into the muggle world when he finished Hogwarts to become a forensic scientist. Mr. Weasley fully supports this, but if their mother got her way Bill would be doing no such thing.
I heard stories of the mischief Fred and George caused from four or really three point of views. For the most part their success was caused by unfamiliarity their targets held for their tactics. The twins use and base their work on muggle ideas. Which is Bills influence I think. For all that Mr. Weasley loves muggles, it is his eldest son that understands them best. Bill would do fine living in the muggle world. Of that, I have no doubt.
When my turn came around we were already next to the lake. Both the green bag and a magically small basket were pulled out and between both of our mothers the four of us had more then we could manage to ever eat.
"My bonding confession isn't as fun." All of them kind of knew what was coming but they were content and supportive to listen in silence. "I've only been with the Lovegoods for about a month. I do consider them my family. They took me in after my parents died during a robbery." I didn't know if I was ready to tell anyone but the twins about my magic. Headmaster Dumbledore had already told me the Weasley family is trustworthy and that I am allowed to tell them if I wish. I had only planned on telling the twins, no one else. That was until Charlie and Bill took us out and showed by their actions if not their words how they accepted me in as a sister. "They would have killed me too, but I protected myself with magic. The reason the Lovegoods were chosen as my new family is so Mum can teach me to control my wandless magic." the older two blanched and I gave them some time to think under the disguise of taking a long drink.
Bill, I think, noticed what I was doing so he drew Charlie out of his thoughts so I could continue. I know I am terrible at understanding people and why they do what they do, but on the other side of the coin, I think I can read people's actions really well. "I have a lot of potential and Headmaster Dumbledore thinks he will have to take over my training within a few years." I explained quickly how the Headmaster was now my godfather and how he gets custody of me if anything were to ever happen to my Mum. I explained how I was never accepted before I came and when I finally ended my story I broke down and it took nearly a half hour of me being rocked in Bill's lap as I cried for me to calm down. "I'm sorry." I whispered when I regained any control over my voice.
"Don't be." All four of them said at the same time. It was all it took for me to barely laugh, but laugh all the same. Laughs can be a powerful thing, as powerful as any magic. The Headmaster tells me so.
"Well, now that we are all collected, let's get this party started." When Charlie came back with four brooms I was told about the quidditch obsessed Uncle, uncle as in being really close to the family friend, who had died two years ago leaving the Weasley's five used brooms. Their Mum had told their Dad to decline all the brooms. However, he hadn't and in secret hid them in a warded tree hiding place where only a Weasley could take them out. The other Weasley offspring didn't know that they were out here. This was due to either age of being a 'straight edge' that would tell. Also, they had strict instructions from their Father to only play out here over the water. That case if anyone fell it would only be into the pond.