Daisy Potter and You-Know-Poo's Return (Book 4, Harry Potter ff)

Chapter 6 - Guess Who's Back, Bitches

Fred's POV

"It's been an absolute uproar." Percy told us importantly, the Sunday evening before we were due to return to Hogwarts. "I've been putting out fires all week. People keep sending Howlers and of course, if you don't open a Howler straight away, it explodes. Scorch marks all over my desk and my best quill reduced to cinders."

I snorted, because George and I may have sent some of those Howlers for that very reason.

"Why are they all sending Howlers?" Ginny asked, who was mending her copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi with Spellotape on the rug in front of the living-room fire.

"Complaining about security at the World Cup, complaining and 'voicing their concern' for Daisy." Percy said. "They want compensation for their ruined property. Mundungus Fletcher's put in a claim for a twelve-bedroomed tent with en-suite Jacuzzi, but I've got his number. I know for a fact he was sleeping under a cloak propped on sticks."

Harry glanced at the clock, which caused the rest of us to as well. The clock had hands for us Weasleys, as well as two homemade ones for Daisy and Harry that George, Ron, and I made the summer after we met them.

Most people's hands were at 'home', but Harry's and mine were pointing at 'lost'. Daisy's was pointing at 'mortal peril'. I had no fucking idea why mine was at lost; I could understand Harry seeing as his sister was missing, but me? She's just my best friend. Even if holding her hand did feel nice...

"...Remember, she interviewed all the Gringotts curse breakers once, and called me a 'long-haired pillock'?" Bill said as he partook in a conversation I had zoned out of.

"Well, it is a bit long, dear." Mum said gently. "If you'd just let me -"

"No, Mum."

"You alright?" George whispered to me. I looked back at him and the parchment we were bent over. I had forgotten about the quill clenched in my hand, and it was bent slightly from how I had gripped it.

"Yeah." I replied, manipulating my face into a grin.

"Dude, Softpaw's missing. It's okay to not be alright." George flicked my hand reassuringly. I nodded slightly, my grin dropping, and I looked down at my lap.

"What are you two up to?" Mum said sharply, her eyes on us.

"Homework." I said vaguely.

"Don't be ridiculous, you're still on holiday."

"Yeah, we've left it a bit late." George said.

"You're not by any chance writing out a new order form, are you?" Mum said shrewdly. "You wouldn't be thinking of restarting Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, by any chance?"

"Now, Mum." I said, looking up at her, using my pained look as a joke to distract them all from the fact that it was real, and it was maybe because of Daisy. "If the Hogwarts Express crashed tomorrow, and George and I died, how would you feel knowing that the last thing we ever heard from you was an unfounded accusation?"

Everyone laughed, even Mum. We gotta find some way to distract ourselves from the horrid event that had occurred.

Daisy's POV

"Okay, what the fuck is going on." I demanded information as my two brothers basically Apparated us to a large, fancy room. "And where are we? Who am I?"

Gabriel pushed me down onto the huge four-poster bed, snickering.

"Fuck off." I scowled.

"FuCk OfF!" He mocked.