Granger Love ➵ Fred Weasley

• Chapter 2 •

*Alinda's POV*

"Alinda, wake up!" Ginny shook me to wake me up. I kept my eyes shut but she knew that I was awake. "Hey, Al!" I put my pillow on my head. "Why do I need to wake up?" I asked sarcastically.

"Because you'll go to Dursley's house to get Harry." Ginny answered as sarcastic as I am.

I got up and wore my yellow sweater and black jeans. I did a little makeup to not look pale. Then, I went downstairs and saw Molly preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Mrs. Weasley."

"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" she said with a smile.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." I answered politely.

I walked to the living room to see Fred, George and Ron sitting and talking. "Hey guys." I sit between the twins. "Hey, Ally." Fred said "You look awfully energetic today." He started patting my head. "Hey stop!" I laughed when I was trying to stop it. "I think the breakfast is ready!" George said to live us alone there.

We quickly went to the kitchen. She made pancakes and we ate hungrily. "Did you get your O.W.L results?" I asked.

"Yes, they came this week." George answered.

"Actually, we had three. I think it is not that bad." Fred said satisfied with their score. "What? Why is it good?"

"We'll have a joke shop, so we won't probably need them." Fred sayed wisely. "You'll have your O.W.L exam. You'll probably have ten!" George said deridingly. I rolled my eyes, they were actually insane...

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"Alinda, you can go first!" Mr. Weasley said enthusiastically. I stepped into the fireplace and grabbed a handful of the Floo Powder. "THE DURSLEYS!" I said, trying to be clear because I didn't want to show up in a random place. When I arrived there, Mr. Weasley was already there.

"Ouch, Fred, no - go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake. Tell George not to - OUCH! George, no there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron -" Mr. Weasley commanded, sounding rushed.

"I think the fireplace is closed. Maybe Harry can hear us-" I said.

"-and maybe he'll be able to let us out!" George finished my sentence. I nodded as if he was a genius. We all began to bang our fists on the wall.

"Harry, can you hear us?"

"Mr. Weasley, can you hear me?" Harry called from inside of the house, his voice quite distant.

"Shh!" ordered Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley it's me, Harry...the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."

"Damn!" said Mr. Weasley. "Why on earth did they want to block up the fireplace?" Mr. Weasley unbelievingly.

"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley excitedly. "Electric you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that... Let's think... ouch, Ron!"

"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" Ron asked curiously.

"Oh no, Ron," Fred said, sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up!"

"Yeah, we are having the time of our lives here." George said, whose voice sounded muffled, since he was squashed against the wall. I snorted at their sarcasm.