Harry Potter's Twin Book Two

Lockhart and Fights

Life at the Burrow was the complete opposite of life at Private Drive. For one, the Dursleys lived to be perfect, while the Weasleys' house had something strange and unexpected in every nook and cranny.

“Ginny wanted me to ask you what your favorite color is,” I told Harry, looking through all the questions she wrote down for me on a list.

“Er,” Harry said stupidly, his face bright red. I was a little amused to see him so uncomfortable. Bonnie rolled her eyes from next to me.

“Favorite... color... is... 'er',” I mumbled as I wrote down the words, ignoring Harry's stammering protests. “Oh Golly, why in the name of Unicorn do you keep giving the same answer?I ask you what your favorite dessert is – you say 'er'; I ask you what your favorite Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans flavor is – you say 'er'; I ask you what your favorite animal is – you say 'er'. Ginny is not going to be happy.”

I was teasing, but Harry blushed anyway. “Very funny, Nixie.”

We were walking toward a mirror on the Weasleys' mantel piece. Harry glanced into it.

“Tuck your shirt in, scruffy!” it yelled at him.

I dropped the parchment and quill to the floor and held my stomach as Bonnie and I laughed, tears pricking out eyes. Harry could only stare at the mirror with a shocked expression.

“Y-you got told by a mirror!” Bonnie let out another peal of laughter.

That event still made me giggle whenever I thought of it. There was also a ghoul in the attic that howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet, and small explosions from Fred and George's bedroom were considered perfectly normal. Also, the biggest different of them all, was that everyone here liked us.

Mrs. Weasley would make sure that we were more than comfortable, and would always try to force us to eat fourth helpings at every meal. Mr. Weasley liked Harry and I to sit next to him so that we could explain how things like plugs and postal service worked.

About a week after we arrived at the Burrow, we finally heard from Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Bonnie and I were sitting at the kitchen table when Harry and Ron came down from their shared room. Ginny, seeing my brother and trying to seem cool, tried to straighten up, but her elbow knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter, and she dived under the table to retrieve it. When she resurfaced, her face was beat red.

She always had embarrassing accidents when Harry entered the room. I would have felt sorry for her, but it was so darn funny.

Harry, who was far more sensitive to others' feelings than I could ever be, pretended he didn't notice and sat at the table. Mrs. Weasley didn't waste time before offering him a toast.

“Your Hogwarts letters came just before you came down,” Mr. Weasley passed Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment with emerald green words scrawled on them. Then he passed my own and Bonnie's to us.