𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆

013

The summer holidays have been very normal except for the fact that Petunia and Vernon are avoiding Harry and me like a plague

Good thing I guess

Now , the surprising thing is, ever since I made Dudley's toy airplane fly. He's been coming to me with more toys or paper planes and boats and asking me to make them fly too.

A few days back he asked me if I could make him fly a little and I had to sadly refuse.

I could make small things fly but a human would require a wand and we'll I can't really use a wand outside school

Fuck the tracking spells honestly

Basically, Dudley has been idolising me and he loved magic unlike the canon

Anyways, I'm bored and we haven't been getting any letters from our friends

At first I was extremely sad , I thought I had made good friends last year but then my memories smacked me

I had completely forgotten about Dobby and The Chambers of secret

And well no one can blame it , It's been more than a decade since I last read the books and my head isn't a hard disk

I thought it would be a good idea to write some letters and I exactly did that

I wrote a letter to the Weasleys and my friends saying how a house elf stole all ours letters and asked the Weasleys of Harry and I could crash at their house

Ofcourse there was no letter

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Rather there was a blue Ford Angelina standing outside 4 Privet Drive the next morning in its all glory.

Harry and I dashed down the stairs and kicked the front door which made Vernon shout profanities at us

" FRED ! GEORGE !! " They gave a dashing smile and ran forward to pull me in a hug

" How is our "

" Little prankster doing? " They asked making me giggle

" Not good , I missed your handsome presence " I pouted when they ruffled my hair and then we three burst into a fit of giggles

" Hello Lia " Ron happily greeted me which I returned with the same enthusiasm

" It's a pleasure to meet you Harry , Camelia" A older voice greeted scaring the shit out of me

I looked up and saw a man with red hair and a pleasant smile. He had faded lines around his mouth that must be there because of how much he smiled

" It's a pleasure to meet you too Mr. Weasley" I greeted with a polite smile

" It's just Arthur dear "

I was surprised to see Mr Weasley and but hey , atleast they didn't come flying

We got inside the car and George pulled me to his lap pushing Harry away so Fred could sit next to him

I laughed at my brother's offended face and the glare he sent when he saw me siting on George's lap

Immediately the twins and I were engaged in an interesting conversation about experimenting with chocolates that would make a person fly for sometime or would make a person breathe fire or ice like a dragon.

The twins were geniuses when it came to these things and I loved helping them. They told me I was the first one to know about their plans of opening a joke shop and I couldn't have felt more proud

I told them to do whatever they wanted and that I'd help them in every step of their dream of opening a joke shop. I swear if we were older they would've definitely kissed me.

The car passed through the outskirts of the outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole in Devon and soon I could see the burrow

It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

Parking the car in front of what looked like a storage room , Fred carried me inside the Kitchen

The interior of the Burrow was cosy and lived in, with a jumbled and cluttered array of furniture and trappings

mantelpiece, books with titles like Charm Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in Baking, and One Minute Feasts — It's Magic! And unless Harry's ears were deceiving him, the old radio next to the sink had just announced that coming up was Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck

I turned my attention towards the stairs when I heard a new voice. A feminine voice

There stood a short, slightly plump, and kindly-looking woman. Like the rest of her immediate family, she had flaming fiery red hair and her eyes were the shade of warm brown 

I immediately had a fuzzy feeling inside me and was smiling widely

" Welcome my dears to our humble home " she greeted hugging Harry and then me

I hugged Mrs Weasley a little longer than Harry. I was desperately feeling the need of a motherly touch and so when I finally felt it , I wanted to embrace it for as long as I could.

Mrs Weasley must have felt my unspoken desire and held me tighter ruffling my hair. I felt my eyes burning yet I didn't cry. The last time I had cried was when I saw my parents in the mirror.

Crying felt weak for me. Even in my previous life , I cried very less and when I did, I made sure no one was around.

" It's still quite early, why don't you rest in Ginny's room ? "

" She could stay with us " George perked up making Fred nod

" Absolutely not " Mrs Weasley frowned at her boys and shooed me to Ginny's room who was still sleeping

Ginny's room was small, but bright. There was a large poster of the Wizarding band the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard.

I placed my case beside the extra bed Mrs Weasley had set and plopped on the bed.

I turned to look at Ginny's sleeping face and smiled softly

' I will not let the diary get to you '