'JAMES. SIRIUS. POTTTTTEEEERRRRR!' Mrs. Weasley's enraged scream probably woke up all the neighbors in a 5 mile radius.

'I don't wanna tap dance!' Rose shrieked as she fell of the bed because of the racket. I heard several doors slamming as people came out of their rooms grumbling.

'How dare you smash your grandfather's bloody wretched car? Not only did you crash it but you crashed it into the kitchen! Through the roof!' Rose and I quickly ran out of our room and followed Scorp and Al down to the kitchen. That sight I'll never quite manage to forget, Mrs. Weasley, with her frizzy hair standing around her head, cheeks flaming red and eyes burning, stood in the center of the kitchen, clutching James' ear next to a sky blue ford Angela jammed straight through the ceiling. All of us were silently gaping at the car.

'And you!' Mrs. Weasley dragged James to where Fred was cowering in fear behind his father. As she lunged for his ear he loudly started praying for mercy. The scene was almost comical.

'I know that you were somehow involved.' She glared at them for a few seconds but suddenly her lower lip started trembling, her eyes softened and she burst into tears. James and Fred looked guiltily at each other.

'Shhh Nana… we are really sorry….'

'Yeah. Please forgive us. We'll fix the roof, don't worry…' James looked worried when she started sobbing even more loudly.

'I don't c-care ab-bout the sodding r-roof you bloody gits. What if you had gotten hurt?' she gave a loud wail.

'Awww Nana!' James and Fred hugged her from both sides, hiding her between their tall frames.' We're perfectly fine Nana! Dont worry! Not even a scratch.'

'Group HUGGGGG!" Al shouted and everyone, adults and kids moved in around them and after hugging for a few seconds dispersed as if it was the most common thing. Mr. Potter levitated the car out and fixed the hole in the ceiling. Mrs. Weasley and a few of the ladies started making breakfast. All of us returned to our respective rooms. We changed our clothes and dragged our suit cases downstairs.

Surprisingly none of us were panicking; usually the burrow was a mess on the day of departure. Everything was going calmly when all hell broke loose. Again.

'Leave Hedwig II Alone you stupid cat!' Al's angry shout caused Rose to sigh. Not a single peaceful day huh? Rose silently started a countdown. Right on the ten second mark- 'ROOOOOSEEEE!' Al's enraged cry startled everyone except us both.

Rose sighed once more and said, 'Sorry people, duty calls.' I sheepishly followed her upstairs to Al and Scorp's room.

As soon as she opened the door, Rose burst out laughing. In the center of the room stood a red-faced Al with scratch marks All over his face, holding Rose's cat ginger at arm's length. Scorp was rolling around the floor laughing, tears leaking from the edge of his eyes.

'Here's your bloody cat!' Al roughly thrust ginger into Rose's arms and started grumbling. All of us found the situation hilarious other than Al. I laughingly stepped towards Al.

'Awww! Did the mean old ginger cat hurt Albie?' I asked him as if I was talking to a toddler, he pouted lightly as I hugged him. He still looked grumpy so I kissed his cheek and decided it was best to drag him away from the laughing buffoons I called friends. Al soon realized how comical the situation was and cracked a small smile. Mrs. Potter soon healed his scratches and told us to make sure that we had packed everything.

Late. So very very late. It was 20minutes to eleven and the adults were arguing about who would travel to the station with whom. Hermione insisted that we all go in her car which was magically enlarged but instead of flying we should drive the normal way while Uncle Ron was trying to persuade her that we fly since we were so late.

'Uh guys, as much I am enjoying your bickering, I should remind you that it's 10 minutes to eleven.' Uncle harry reminded.

'But harry what if we are spotted? In broad daylight it's impossible to fly a huge land cruiser'. Aunt heroine argued.

Suddenly Al tightly clutched me to himself, grinned and told me to hold on tightly. Suddenly the air whooshed out of me and I fell into blackness with a loud crack.