Chapter Five
The Truth
The Weasleys house is full of excitement and confusion. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley call everyone down to tell them the good news. Some of the younger kids don't really care too much, and Percy is furious.
"You can't just suddenly become a wizard. It's impossible, illogical." He states to his parents.
"Now, Percy, you should know better than anyone that late magic is a thing. You've been studying the ministry's laws and discoveries all summer. That includes rare forms of magic." His father tells Percy. Percy rolls his eyes and walks over to Ron and Ginny.
"This is so exciting." Mrs. Weasley says, "But, Arthur, there might be a slight problem." Mr. Weasley turns and looks at his wife. "Their parents."
"Oh dear, that's right. They don't even know magic exists, much less that their daughters can use it."
"Mona, Vera, why don't you go home and invite your family over for dinner. We can discuss it then and explain all of this to them and you." Mrs. Weasley suggests. We nod and start to head home.
When we arrive, mom is washing vegetables in the kitchen.
"Mona, Vera, look at what happened!" she exclaims, revealing a basket full of vegetables and fruit in perfect condition. "The garden has begun producing again!"
"Mummy," Mona walks up to her, "The Weasley's have invited all of us over for dinner. They wish to discuss an important matter with you."
"Oh, what is it?"
"They wish to discuss it with you in person."
"Oh, alright. Let me finish with the vegetables and we'll head out. Do me a favor and round up your siblings, would you?" Mona and I nod and run all around the house. Mona goes and gets or Jacob, Preposillia, Fionastasia Maximilian, Harrison-Lee, Katrinana-Alinina, Sophia-Hannah and Sally-Joy from the play room on the second floor. I find Jaylyn downstairs in the living room, Claire and Christopher on the porch, and Christine in her room. I enter and she is on the phone. She gives me a dirty look and covers the receiver.
"What?" she snaps.
"Mom wanted me to tell you to get ready. We're having dinner at the Weasley's."
"Percy will be there?" she asks, looking slightly interested.
"Yes." She smiles and uncovers the phone receiver. "Sorry, Meagan, I got to go." She hangs up and heads over to her closet. "Uh, leave?" she waves me off. I exit her room and meet everyone in the kitchen. Dad just got home and once Christine comes downstairs, we head out to the Burrow. We drive there and park next to the Weasley's blue car in front of their garage. Ginny opens the door for us and the Weasley's have made an enormous table for all of us to sit at. Mona and I sit down across from the twins, and everyone sits wherever. Christine sits across from Percy, of course, and twirls her hair around her finger. Mr. Weasley and our father sit across from each other at the ends of the table.
Mrs. Weasley has set out our meal and we serve ourselves. About halfway through dinner, Mr. Weasley interrupts the small talk.
"So, Rupert, Constantine, the reason I invited you over was because I needed to discuss a very important matter with you." He says, wiping his mouth on his napkin.
"Ah yes, Mona mentioned that." Mother replies, clasping her hands together on the table. "Well, what is it?"
"I know this might come as a bit of a shock, but we recently discovered something about Mona and Vera." Mr. Weasley says, causing everyone to stare at us.
"What did they do now? I apologize if they've caused any trouble-"
"No, no, nothing like that. In fact, it's something wonderful, but it might confuse you."
"Well, tell me. I'm sure I can understand it."
"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Hitter, I have reason t inform you that you're daughters have acquired something very special. You see, your daughters are wizards."
There is a clatter as Christine drops her silverware onto her plate. She looks around and apologizes, maintaining eye contact with Percy. Suddenly, our father bursts into laughter.
"Oh, Arthur, you always know how to make me laugh, you really had me going for a second there!" The Weasleys look at each other then back at my parents.
"No, Rupert, I'm quite serious. There is magic in this world, and your daughters can use it." Our father stops laughing and looks at Mr. Weasley.
"This is some sort of joke. Magic does not exist."
"It does." Now it is my mother's turn to start laughing.
"Molly, dear, you can't expect us to believe that our daughters have magic? The idea is absolutely preposterous!" Mrs. Weasley turns to Arthur and he nods.
"No offense, Mrs. Hitter, but I would know. We're wizards too." This causes both of my parents to laugh. Mr. Weasley, defeated, pulls out his wand.
"Molly, Percy, Fred, George." He says. All of them pull out wands. My parents look at them like they're mad.
"Wow, you really put a lot of work into this." My mother comments. Mr. Weasley says a spell and suddenly all of the plates rise from the table, and make a stack in the sink. Mrs. Weasley waves her wand and they begin to clean themselves. My parents stop and look absolutely horrified. My older siblings look around in shock, and the younger ones gawk in amazement. My parents look at the Weasleys.
"It's true? It's all true?" Rupert manages to get out. "How-?"
"Rupert," Mr. Weasley starts, "your daughters hold this ability, and, because of this, they need to learn how to use it. You'll be receiving word from my work, the Ministry of Magic, about Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry." My mother turns quickly to Mr. Weasley.
"That's real? I thought it was a scam!" She cries. The Weasley suddenly look around at each other. Mrs. Weasley speaks up.
"What do you mean you thought it was a scam?"
"Well, last year we kept getting letters from a 'Hogwarts' but I believed it to be a scam or a trick of some sort. I took all of those letters and burned them." The room goes silent.
"Mum, Dad," Christine starts, "I actually kept two of them. They're right here." She reaches into her purse and reveals two letters. "I was going to ask Percy about them since he's told me about his magical boarding school."
"Wait, you knew about this?" My mom demands. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shoot a look at Percy, who sinks down in his chair.
"May I see those?" Mr. Weasley asks. Christine nods and passes them down the table to him. He looks at them and closes his eyes, rubbing his face. "So, you've been wizards all along, you just never got the letters. I'll talk to the ministry to give word to Dumbledore. I hope this doesn't cause too much trouble." He pockets the letters, pulls out his wand, and disappears, startling my parents.
"Well, I guess we better get you ready then." Mrs. Weasley says.
"Ready for what?" My mother asks.
"Why, for your daughters to go to Hogwarts, of course!" She smiles. "Tomorrow be here bright and early, you two." She points and Mona and me. "We're going to Diagon Alley."