Chapter Three.

Ginny,

How are the holidays going? How are you, Harry, Fred and George, the rest of the family? Like always I am very busy with school work, but I must say most of all I miss Mrs Wealesy's cooking! But really, how is the house looking? I'll look forward to seeing you all at Hogwarts at the new year!

Hermione xx

Hermione,

The holidays are going well, mums depressed that Percy isn't here again, but its no loss for the rest of us! We are all good, I don't blame you! But I bet you don't miss helping out as much! Though I suppose you do more in a muggle house? I really cant wait to finish Hogwarts in some ways, cooking will be so much easier! But yes the house is looking great, per-usual! We all decorated the living room yesterday, but there is something odd about the angel on the top of the tree… The worst thing is, I'm stuck in a room with Phlegm! UGHHHH!

Ginny. xx

Ginny,,

I'm sorry about Percy Ginny, tell your mum that.. Ahh, yes I suppose helping out is easier. But my mother is never the cooking type… We will normally go out to family friends, but since I haven't seen them in a while she decided to cook. Well I'll have to do most of it. Really? With Phlegm? Poor you!

Hermione xx

Hermione,

You'll never guess what? I think Harry and Ron will be totally into your S.P.E.W campaign now! Well, no but Kreacher got Harry a present! It contained maggots! I really wonder how he managed to catch them all… But I suppose there's not much more to do in that old house is there? Well did you like your presents? I may stop writing for a bit, Erol can't take many more flights. And I'm not sure about Hedwig… Either way I'll see you at Hogwarts there's so much to say! But I don't trust the owls that much. I'm sure I've already said way too much.

Ginny xx

Ginny watched the bird fly away from the house. She sighed, if Hermione was here Christmas would be so much better! For one Phlegm wouldn't be in her room, and Ginny was sure she could somehow get her and Ron together. But for now she would have to wait, she could tell something was bugging Ron about Lavender but who knew what that was? She'd have to get it out of Harry sometime.

"Ginny!" Fred and George cried as they appeared into her room with a loud pop, "its dinner!"

Racing them down stairs Ginny began to set the table, the room was starting to fill up with people in Weasley jumpers, apart from Fleur who seemed to have been made one. In the middle of dinner Mrs Weasley screamed making them all jump.

"PERCY!" She cried dashing to the door. Tension followed her gaze, Mrs Weasley might forgive that traitor, but the others at the table didn't seem too. After a bit the minister and Harry walked off and Mr Weasley went to the window and watched them walk, none of the Weasleys trusted the two new arrivals to the house.

"Percy!" Mrs Weasley beamed again. "You look thinner darling; here sit there's plenty of food! I didn't know if you would be coming…" She trailed off smiling, her happy family might be together but the seven other faces at the table spoke a different tale.

"I cant stay long." Percy mumbled pushing his plate away. Instantly Mrs Weasleys fell.

"Pathetic." Fred and George spat.

Percy didn't even look at them.

"Well now, I made you Yorkshire pudding, you love that Percy." Mrs Weasley said trying to keep the peace.

"No thank you." Percy said sullenly standing up and looking out the window.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny shouted.

"You don't have to-" Fred stated,

"I'm sure the minister can cope without you." George continued.

"I know we have." Ginny, Fred and George finished, but Percy still wouldn't face them.

"There's an old muggle saying Percy," Mr Weasley started, "Blood is thicker than water."

"But it depends on how much rubbish gets in there from the ministry I suppose." Ron muttered Mrs Weasley looked close to tears.

"Please." She whispered, "don't."

"WELL MAYBE IF WE WERENT BLOOD TRATIORS IT WOULD BE!" Percy finally shouted, pushing his glasses back into place. That was it. Fred, Ginny and George reached for the bowls in front of them and flung them at Percy. Ginny frowned , he could have stopped that. But with that he turned and stormed out the house. Mrs Weasley sunk down into her chair.

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