A/N: he he I'm awful, sorry. Ik it's been about two weeks since I last uploaded; I was at the Edinburgh Fringe performing with my theatre group for one them and then I guess I'm just lazy. This chapter's not that interesting but it's a chapter and more will come shortly. Obviously school's restarting soon which will make it difficult but not impossible.

Sorry again, enjoy :D xx

Chapter 8

King's Cross Station was a peculiar sight the next morning. An army of red-heads was marching toward the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, armed with cases and birdcages.

"Right everyone, through quickly!" the grandma of the group called out to the rest, ushering them towards the barrier. "That's right Fred dear, it isn't that scary really. Rose, wait for everyone else. Oh, Albus, the barrier's over here, that's the train to Newcastle."

One by one, the group began to vanish through to Platform 9 ¾; it was a miracle such a noticeable party wasn't noticed by nearby muggles.

The scarlet engine was just as beautiful as ever. Soft puffs of smoke erupted around the platform which was packed with excited students and their parents. Kat followed silently behind Fred, George, Angelina, Fred jnr. and Molly. Roxanne had been left with Mrs Weasley as she had been crying non-stop for several hours about how unfair it was that her brother got to go to Hogwarts and she had to wait another year. Soon, the small group was joined by Oliver Wood and Alicia with their son, Jamie. Oliver was beaming widely and it didn't take long for George and Fred to figure out why.

"Trying out for the Quidditch team this year, Jamie?" George asked, gesturing to the broomstick in the young boy's hand.

Jamie opened his mouth to answer but Oliver jumped in before he could, "Of course he is! Jamie's a great chaser, aren't you son?"

Jamie forced a smile and leaned in to whisper to Molly, "Mum and dad have been training me all summer. Dad's dead disappointed that I'm not a good keeper like him; he says I'm good enough to be captain when I'm old enough but I think he's just saying that."

Molly laughed, "I bet you're amazing."

"Are you trying out?" he asked.

"I forgot my broom," Molly chuckled, "I don't reckon I'm good enough anyway, I'll keep Quidditch as a hobby I think."

"Don't be so modest, Mol," Fred chided, "We've all seen you play. Brilliant you are."

"I wouldn't be surprised if your dad hid your broom so you couldn't take it anyway," George said thoughtfully, "He doesn't like that you're better than him."

"That good are you?" Oliver asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, it's not that difficult to be better than Fred. After all these years, he's forgotten which way the broom goes," George teased.

Ignoring his brother, Fred turned to Molly, "I'll owl your broom over if you want, you'd make the team for definite. In fact, I'll ride it over myself, free delivery and you get to see me."

"Oi, bring me too!" George exclaimed, "I bet old McGonagall would love to see us again. We could even pull one or two-"

"-or nine-"

"-pranks while we're there. Wouldn't want to waste the long journey."

"Owl post will be fine," Molly decided.

"Not even if I make George hang upside from the broom for the entire journey like a sloth? And tie a very long, sparkly feather boa around his neck?"

"Definitely owl post," Molly laughed, "unless you bring an actual sloth in a feather boa for comparison."

"Consider it done," George said, stepping forward and shaking his niece's hand officially, "One sloth in a feather boa to be delivered on a broom stick as soon as possible."

Fred jnr., Jamie and Molly were still laughing as they boarded the train. Kat stood sulkily behind her husband and brother-in-law to wave Molly off, her face set in a permanent frown. Fred was also filled with worry. Without Molly at home to keep the peace at home, how many times a day would Fred storm out the house because of the smallest little argument with his wife? Would George's house become his long-term residence?

Even Molly was forcing a smile as the train pulled away from the station; she dreaded to think what might happen while she was away.

Once her parents were out of sight, Molly turned to her cousin, "Come on, Fred. We'll find you someone to sit with."

"I'm going to find Matt and Rosie," Jamie said, "I'll see you later," he added with a smile.

"I won't be long," Molly called to his retreating back.

Jamie gave her a thumbs up over his shoulder and Molly looked down at Fred who was glancing nervously around the train. "Let's go."