Percy's Prefect // Percy Weasley

Chapter Thirty One : Hello Again

Y/n's POV:

Two weeks later, and it was time to travel through the fireplace once again.

I hated traveling with floo powder. I always felt nauseous doing so, and had this re-occurring fear that I would end up in some random person's living room. It wasn't the most fun way to travel, but it was the safest. No Muggle was in our living room, other than my Dad, so it was good in terms of not giving away our magic identies to any unsuspecting Muggles. Plus, you wouldn't have to walk anywhere. Which I was all for.

I placed down my luggage in the fireplace, quickly hugging my Dad goodbye and grabbing a handful of floo powder. Stepping back in, I grabbed my small suitcase with my free hand and stung back backpack over my shoulder, calling out 'The Burrow'. I threw the powder into the fireplace and soon the green flames surrounded me. Mere seconds later, I found myself at my destination.

I coughed slightly as I entered the Burrow, the soot from the fireplace now in my throat. But before I could get even a single word out, Fred and George had already enveloped me in a tight hug. "Guys... can't...breathe." I choked out, their strong grips cutting off some of my air supply.

"Sorry." They corused, collectively taking a step back.

"Good to see you too, you idiots." I laughed, ruffling up their hair.

"You too Y/n/n." They said.

I let go of my luggage and gently put it down next to me. "Hi Molly." I beamed at the familiar red-haired woman. She returned with a hug if her own, her's being alot more comfortable then the one the twins gave me.

"Good to see you back again dear, it's been so long." Molly smiled excitedly.

"I know, six months is a long time. But it's good to see you again too." I beamed.

"Well boys, don't be rude! Take Y/n's luggage and bring it upstairs." Molly looked to the twins, who where standing there akwardly - waiting for my conversation with Molly to be finished quickly. They both sighed in defeat, Fred grabbing my small suitcase and George my backpack.

I shook my head, chuckling. "Silly boys, those two are."

"Indeed they are." Molly grinned, dusting off some lint from my shoulders.

"Where'd everyone else run off to?" I asked, looking around the room, not seeing (or hearing) anyone else around.

"Arthur had to run off with them to Diagon Alley, Ron forgot scabbers again there while they where out shopping for late Christmas presents - they needed all the help they could get to catch him. " Molly explained. "Just like you said, silly boys." She giggled.

I laughed. "They sure are."

And at what most people would call prefect timing, the rest of the Weasley family burst through the door. Mr Weasley looked frazzled, hair all around the place and scratches all up his arms. Ron was attempting to keep a tight grip on Scabbers who was wiggling around in his hands. And Percy trying his best to comfort Ginny who was on the verge of tears. "Whoa, what happened here?" I asked.

"Oh hi Y/n, good to see you. Perfect timing actually." Percy said.

"It is?" I asked quizzically.

"Yeah, don't you have that ointment for owl scratches? Do you think it would work for rats too?" He asked.

"Oh, right! I'll just go grab it real quick, it should be in my-" I began.

Then came the sound of a loud bang from upstairs. You could hear the twins sqeak in surprise, calling out apologies. And I went up to investigate. "What the hell did you guys do?!" I yelled, noticing my broken suitcase on the floor, all my belongings scattering out of it.