Vulnerability || George Weasley

The Journey To Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the Burrow the next morning was as dull and gloomy as the weather outside. Rain hammered against the window and the wind howled loudly as Phoenix got dressed in jeans and a jumper, they would all change into their school robes on the Hogwarts Express.

As always, Mrs. Weasley made a large and scrumptious full English breakfast, complete with bacon, sausages, eggs, porridge, and toast. Just as Phoenix sat down at the table in her usual seat between Fred and George, Mr. Weasley came rushing in the kitchen, saying rushed good-byes to his children as he dragged a comb through his hair.

"I'd better hurry - you lot have a good term," said Mr. Weasley "and try to keep the twins in line Phoenix,"

"I will try, Mr. Weasley, as I always do," said Phoenix.

"Molly, are you going to be all right taking the kids to King's Cross?" Mr. Weasley asked as he fastened his travelling cloak over his shoulders, preparing to Disapparate.

"Of course I will," she said as Mr. Weasley pecked her cheek. "You just look after Mad-Eye, we'll be fine."

With a loud CRACK, Mr. Weasley Disapparated, just as Bill and Charlie entered the kitchen.

"What was the about Mad-Eye?" Bill asked as Mrs. Weasley handed him a plate.

"He says that someone apparently tried to break into his house last night," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" said George, "Isn't he that nutter -"

"Your father happens to think very highly of Mad-Eye Moody," Mrs. Weasley eyed George with a stern look.

"Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn't he?" said Fred in an undertone as Mrs. Weasley left the room. "Birds of a feather. . ."

"Moody is a good friend of Will's," said Phoenix, "When he was still an Auror of course."

"What's an Auror?" asked Harry. Harry, who had grown up with muggles had very little knowledge about what most witches and wizards knew like the back of their hands.

"A dark wizard catcher," said Hermione informality.

"Moody was a great wizard in his time," said Bill thoughtfully.

"Half the cells in Azkaban are full because of him," said Phoenix, "he made a lot more enemies however, mostly the families of people that he caught. Will says he is really paranoid at his age and doesn't really trust anyone. Says that he sees Dark wizards everywhere."

"He's an old friend of Dumbledore's, isn't he?" said Charlie.

"Dumbledore's not what you'd call normal, though, is he?" said Fred, "I mean, I know he's a genius and everything..." Phoenix had to agree. Dumbledore was definitely a character.

Bill and Charlie decided that they would come along to King's Cross station to see everybody off, but most unfortunately, Percy couldn't as he said that he really needed to get to work.

"Mr. Crouch is really starting to rely on me." He said, causing Fred and George to snigger.

"Yeah, you know what, Percy? I reckon he'll know your name soon."

Mrs. Weasley had got Muggle taxis to take them to Kings Cross, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be unaware that Muggle taxi drivers aren't used to transporting owls, especially Ron's overexcited owl, Pigwidgeon. Neither did it help when a number of Fred's Filibuster's Fabulous No-Heat, Wet-Start Fireworks exploded unexpectedly from his trunk and almost set Phoenix's hair on fire.

The journey there was extremely uncomfortable. Phoenix was crammed into the back between the twins and Silvano kept hooting indignitedly at the discomfort. So they were glad when the taxis parked in front of the station.