I shadow traveled back to London early in the morning just as the sun was begining to rise. I would have prefered to take a jump like that at night but it would be counter productive tos tay in New York out in the open and without back up. Besides I would love to be the one to drag the twin terrors out off bed in the morning to announce my arrival.

I left the alley I traveled stretching and casually walking like I just left my house. It was a short walk to Leaky Cauldren from here. Then I would take the floo to the Burrow as I agreed on with Mrs. Weasley. It was one of my least favorite means of transport but if I used something else she would worry.

I threw the floo powerder into the flames and watched with mild interest as they turned gren in a way that reminded me of Greek fire, took a deep breath and announced "the Burrow" as I entered the flames.

I stumbled out of the Weasleys fireplace after a nausiating trip. I kinda wish I had arrived a little later because I Mrs. Weasley was right in the middle of grilling her three youngest sons and reassuring Harry Potter that she didn't fault him in any way.

Everyone was rather shocked at my less than gracefull anterence and the Potter boy was staring me like I just dropped out of the sky. Eh, not the sky just fire.

"So, um what did you do this time?" I asked my identical companions awkwardly. They looked like they wanted to explain and argue their point but a glare from their mother silenced them for good measure.

"Wellcome back dear." She greeted me with as much of a smile as she could muster. "I trust your trip was well."

"Yes I was able to find my way without difficulty. Excuse my forwardness Mrs. Weasley but what exactly did they do? You look rather upset." I tried one more time so that maybe I could bail them out of this one. Finally one of the present Gryfindors managed to find their courage.

"We went to rescue Harry." Fred stated boldly

"Yeah they locked him up and put bars on his window." Ron said somewhat meekly getting courage from his brother's behavior.

"With a flying car, In The Middle Of The Night, WITHOUT NOTIFYING ANYONE." Mrs. Weasley yelled at them getting progressively louder, then she launched into a long spiel about how they could have been seen by muggles org et killed and how much they worried her.

After she calmed down a bit she sent her wayward sons to degnome the garden with an open invitation form e and Harry to get some sleep while she prepared breakfast. We both opted for helping our friends in the garden after offering our services to assist in preparations and was assured she had it in hand.

I didn't see much of Potter fort he rest of our stay out of mealtimes and pick up Quidditch games. Today we are going to the Diagon Alley to get our school supplies. I stood next to my friends, giving sour looks at the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley instructed Fred to go first to show Potter how to do it as it's his first time.

Except as it tends to happen to the first timers Potter got lost in the floo. Thankfully Hagrid found him. Bless his soul, the big guy reminds me so much of my baby brother Tyson sometimes. It was all going fine untill we got to Florish&Blot's.

The chief idiot, big head himself Gilderoy Lockhart was there signing his "books". Honestly even as novels they are rather cheap and some people actualy call his fiction magical text. The defence professor of the year had the gall to fill the list with Lockhart's books. I won't be sad to see this on ego, not one bit not at all.

I disliked him even more after he pulled Potter to the stage to pose for photos to make himself look beter. I wanted to curse him when he announced he would be teaching at Hogwarts this year. I wonder if there is enough time to arrange tragic( and crippling) "accident".

But that was when things were good. No everything went to hell when Malfoy junior showed his inbred face fallowed by his lowlife father. While the little idiot failed to start a fight the big idiot started a fight with Mr. Weasley of all people. It took Hagrid to pull them apart.

After the fight I heard Lockheart telling the reporter to spin it to look like the fight was over one of his books. Brat. Unfortunetly we went back before I could curse him subtly. An obscure hair loss curse would have been perfect. Maybe he would come to Hogwarts with a wig. But do not fret Lockheart we have all year at Hogwarts to deal with you.

So year two is here. Poor Lockheart is going to learn why is Percy Jackson respected by Weasley Terrors. I can't wait.