The Other Potter. Book Four.

Like a boss.

Everyone around the table except Harry and I winced. I’d ask about it, but Harry will.

“Er - splinched?” said Harry, right on cue.

“They left half of themselves behind,” said Mr. Weasley, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. “So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn’t move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they’d left behind…” 

“Were they okay?” he asked, startled.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP ASKING QUESTIONS YOU’RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE.

So is screaming in your head.

Didn’t I tell you to shut up?

No, you told me to shush.

Beat it.

“Oh yes,” said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly. “But they got a heavy fine, and I don’t think they’ll be trying it again in a hurry. You don’t mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don’t bother with it. Prefer brooms - slower, but safer.” 

“But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?”

Okay, if Harry asks another question, I will hit him.

“Charlie had to take the test twice,” said Fred, grinning. “He failed the first time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?” 

“Yes, well, he passed the second time,” said Mrs. Weasley.

“Percy only passed two weeks ago,” said George. “He’s been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can.”

There were footsteps down the passageway and Ginny came into the kitchen, looking pale and drowsy.  “Why do we have to be up so early?” Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.

Did I hallucinate her?

DID I IMAGINE MY WHOLE LIFE?

Probably.

“We’ve got a bit of a walk,” said Mr. Weasley. 

“Walk?” said Harry. “What, are we walking to the World Cup?”

WHACK!

My hand popped out and slapped Harry across the arm.

“Sorry!” I said earnestly.

“Why’d you hit me? And sorry? What’s that about?” Harry said as he rubbed his arm.

He asked another question.

Dick.

“I programmed it into my head to hit you if you asked another question.”

“Programmed?” Harry asked confused.

“UGH! QUESTIONS! LLORSE AND A LEMON! I FRUNKDUNKLE!” I said loudly before eating a second helping of breakfast.

Everyone seemed to silently agree to leave me to my insanity.

“So are we walking to the cup?” Hermione piped in.

She asks a question and I don’t care.

Maybe it’s because the voices told me to like her.

Frogurt.

“No, no, that’s miles away,” said Mr. Weasley, smiling. “We only need to walk a short way. It’s just that it’s very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup…”