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Prologue: How To Say Goodbye
Me and Hugo have officially been abandoned – the left-behinds from all the clever Hogwarts students. But this year, we are not going to act like the silly milksops who have been left dripping behind their mothers’ aprons. Oh no.
“He’s still in bed.” It was my statement, not a fact, and said in a very dangerous and dark voice. Voldemort had nothing on me.
Forming the Grand Plan
There was a giant CRASH as Hugo leaped up at my shout and hit his head on the bottom of the barbeque. “Shoot!”
Fighting with the Finnigans
We got some weird looks, but the Finnigans were smirking a lot more obviously at each other. They obviously thought that we had no idea our brooms weren’t in their rightful place in the broomshed.
“Oh, it’s a good one,” I said conversationally. “And Fergal makes a good Voldemort, you know. Although I think Sean’s come as a lump of pork… I mean, it’s hard to tell he’s different from normal, because usually he just looks like a lump of ham. Ah well, I’m sure you lot at his home can tell the difference.”
Gathering Goods and Regretting Rages
Oh dear… I knew that expression all too well, having one myself. And I was not ready to make mischief right now, not so soon after being let off the hook!
It was times like this one when I really just wanted to sock James in the mouth. Instead, I relieved my angry feelings by viciously tugging at a chunk of his hair as he turned back around with a passive expression on his face.
Christmas Cracker (Part Two)
“Catch me if you can!” I shouted behind me, causing Hugo to curse and stampede after me. We ended up doing several circuits of the entire Burrow, getting in the way of absolutely everybody, before eventually flopping exhaustedly onto the sofa.
However, there was no need; when I grasped the second one in my hand, a firework immediately shot out the end. Jumping from fright, I waved my arm wildly and set the counter on fire before realising I should drop the wand.
“It was not a bad plan!” Al protested once he and James had done the play-fighting bit and then could relax. “None of you lot were talking to us when we were trying to plan, since you were trying to steal those freaking quills from Fred for ages!”
Finnigans and Frogs
“Well, Ginny was allowed Arnold though he wasn’t actually on the permitted pets list then, and Crookshanks was mostly of kneazle heritage… it would probably be okay, but I’d still write to McGonagall beforehand to check.” We both groaned. “Hey, I'm not having you getting into trouble before you’ve even started!”
The Truth About the Treehouse
"We could... er... ask your wand? I mean, that Point Me spell is just talking to your wand!" I paused to consider this. Hugo was right, of course; it was the one spell we knew, as Dad had taught it to us so we didn't feel like duffers with sticks they couldn't use. "Do you have it on you?"
Epilogue: How To Say Goodbye
Ever since I can remember, I have been going to Platform 9 and 3/4 to see off a fresh new batch of cousins to Hogwarts.
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