Project Iffafiss

If I could pick any day of the week to travel I would pick a Sunday night because you don't do much on Sunday, it’s a lazy day. Plus it’s the first of the week so it won’t screw everything else up. But today was a Tuesday, and my Monday was good, witch means my Tuesday is going to be a disaster.

I touched down by the Weasley’s front yard and nearly collapsed. It was a four hour flight here and my body felt like pasta noodles. I trudged up to the old house and through the door. I found a chair and pulled it out and aloud my body to collapse in it, putting my head down. My thoughts clouded over with much needed sleep.
The night sky was filled with stars that danced in the air above my head.

Twinkling little lights of fire far, far away from here. Every few seconds a shooting one would fly across the vast blackness that made me fill with wonder and amazement. I wondered if my dad saw the same sky wherever he was. I rolled over on the soft ground and smiled to a person lying next to me who I didn’t know, but I knew. Suddenly there was a loud crash and light flooded the corner of my eyes, making them burn.

“You wait until your mother hears about this!” Mr. Weasley said his voice booming and angry. My head shot up and I saw the twins Fred and Gorge smiling and explaining to Ron about his cousin eating taffy they had recently invented.
I rubbed my eyes but stayed seated in fear if I got up I would pass out.
“Tell me what?” a shrill voice came that could only belong to Mrs. Weasley, soon after she came stopping into the room. She looked over at me and her eyes grew wide.

“What on earth? When did you get hear dear?” she asked her tone of voice calming as she approached me.

I fought to keep my head up and smiled at her “I think an hour or so ago. I hope you don’t mind, I fell asleep from the trip.” I explained. Her face turned concerned, “dose your mother know you are here?” she walked over to a shelf and produced a mug. She waved her wand over it and a steaming cup of hot chocolate produced.

I nodded my head slowly, “she saw me fly out the window. I think I left her a note, I cant remember.” I said. I looked over at the boys to see Mr. Weasley silently scolding the older boys.
My eyes slid over them and to Ron and Harry who were whispering to each other about something.

Hamine and jenny came running down the stairs as Mrs. Weasley handed me the cup that I thanked her for and drank quickly, allowing the caffeine to wake me up.

“ June! Harry! It’s been ages!” Hamine exclaimed. I stood and moved towards her but she caught up to me first, wrapping one arm around me and the other around Harry. I felt my face heat up when Harry’s hand brushed agents mine, but quickly turned so he couldn't see it.

Mrs. Weasley had been informed of the twins little joke and was giving them the tired degree. “Maybe we should go upstairs.” I observed. The agreed and we all thundered up the steps to Ron’s room.

A red head popped out of a door next to us and it was Percy. “Will you keep it down? I’m trying to write my paper on cauldron leaks. Oh, June, do tell your sister heather I said hi.” She smiled and slammed his door. Percy always had a thing for Heather, but he didn't know that she liked the twins, not him.

Ron rolled his eyes and Harry just shrugged. We stayed in the room until Mrs. Weasley was finished yelling and called for dinner outside.

The soft grass was familiar to me, as I had spent much of last summer here, but was barred by my mother from coming again this summer, because they had ‘took away my little girl.’ I helped set out the cups and napkins, folding each one carefully into different animal shapes.

One an elephant, another a monkey and… “I missed you this summer. I got your angle food cake. I ate it all in on night, it was so good. I just wanted to make sure; you know that you’re okay. With your dad and all.” His voice was barley a whisper, but everyone had stopped setting up and all eyes were on me, wondering if I was okay after the past few weeks of my fathers’ death.

But Harry, being the brave one, was daring enough to ask. I looked sown at the ground for a moment, what should I say? That I’m a complete wreck and that I don’t know what in the world to do? No. I looked up and put on a small plastic smile.

“I’m fine. Is been hard, but we have stuck together as a family and we are working through it.” I fibbed.

Then I thought about how Anthony never wants to be home always running around with that Malfoy that I hated. Vicky, quiet more than ever sense her birthday was only a few days before he died. Heather, keeping to her room and books, going out with her friends not wanting to be home. Mom always at the ministry, leaving us with the maids and butler to tend to our needs until she got home. We were not okay.

“Your father was a good man. Did good work for the ministry, made us proud, and im sure he is proud of you too June.” I spun around, my golden hair fallowing me to see Mr. Weasley in the doorway with his wife holding baskets of food.

There was an awkward moment of silence, until Fred and Gorge put there arms around me and smiled big and bright. “Now, if you need anything… swash noggins, or a pair of lose taper toes, let us know.” Fred said gingerly. “Yeah, we will have a new stock in a couple of weeks for you.” Gorge added. Mrs. Weasley came over and swatted them off of me. “You better not have any more!” she warned pointing a finger as we took our seats and had dinner.

Harry’s bright blue eyes lingered on me, like he could see thorough my lies, but I said nothing. I sat down between him and Ron. We ate and laughed and talked about the big game while Mr. Weasley and Percy talked about Mr. Crouch.

I smiled and picked at my food with my fork, trying to eat it. Its not that it was bad, it was delightful. I just didn’t have the stomach for it at this point it time.

Strawberry ice cream came for desert, my favorite, and I devoured it quickly, licking my lips and savoring the sweet berry tangy taste. Hamine laughed at me and pointed out my pink mustache. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle at myself. I would rather be here than any where else, this was my true family. The ones that loved and cared for me. “It’s about time for you kids to go to bed. Have to wake up before its sunny and early tomorrow, that’s what the muggles say anyway.” We all laughed at him, knowing he got it wrong.

But still, it was something that made me feel a twinge bit better than when I had woken up this morning and cried for the first time over losing my dad.