Dream a Little Dream

Becci was woken up the next morning by Ron's alarm clock. Ron said something along the lines of "Ngaarh".

"Turn that off," Becci mumbled drowsily.

"Ngaarh."

"Fine." Becci dragged herself out of bed and padded across Ron's room. She picked up his click and flicked the little charm across to stop the loud classical music that was playing. She gave Ron a shove. "Why is it on, anyway?"

"Because Harry and Hermione will be arriving soon, and Mum said it would be rude to be asleep when they got here."

"Oh. In which case, I don't like Harry and Hermione."

"You will," Ron smiled lazily.

"Oh, will I? And what makes you so sure of that?" Becci raised one eyebrow out of habit.

"Ugh, don't do that!" Ron said disgustedly.

"...Do what?"

"Only put one eyebrow up! You look like a Malfoy!"

Becci looked shocked and a little horrified. She may have lived in Spain for the last seven years, but she was still a Weasley, and all Weasleys strongly disliked all Malfoys.

"What? Why? That's not a Malfoy trait, is it?"

"Well, it's one particularly gitty Malfoy's trait... Draco Malfoy... He's a Slytherin -"

"Of course."

"- in our year. Adored by his house, hated by ours."

"You mean yours."

"What?"

"Well, I haven't been Sorted yet, have I? I might not get into Gryffindor..." She trailed off.

"Course you will, you're a Weasley!"

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you had no worries about your house before Sorting!"

"Well, yeah, but maybe that's my point. C'mon, don't worry about it."

"Yeah," Becci said a little sadly, sinking onto Ron's bed, which he was still lying in. "Well, I don't have to think about that until next week, so I won't."

"Great attitude for life," Ron said, with heavy sarcasm.

"Well, it's my attitude for life. It hasn't failed me so far - well, actually, it has, but I won't go into that..."

"Let's just get washed and dressed ready for my friends to come -"

"I get first shower," Becci claimed.

"Well - but - I mean - Oh, fine, then..." Ron accepted grudgingly. Becci grabbed her wash bag and headed for the bathroom, a huge smile on her face. This was partly due to her triumph, and partly due to how comfortable she felt here. She was so glad that all the awkwardness had disappeared yesterday. She wasn't sure how it happened, but through the eating, flying, pranking, gaming and general relaxing, it had.

After her shower, she got dressed in a hooded, dark purple jersey and faded jeans, an outfit she would have worn in the autumn, but it was much colder than she'd anticipated here. She'd have to buy some new winter clothes when they went to Diagon Alley sometime during the week. She though this whilst walking downstairs, Ron a little way behind. She was also greatly looking foreward to breakfast, having discovered what a brilliant cook her aunt was - much better than the ones at the Embassy.

Ron and Becci walked into the kitchen to find Ginny sitting at the table, reading, and Mrs Weasley frying something.

"Morning," Ron said.

Ginny looked up and Mrs Weasley turned around.

"Oh, good morning, dears," Mrs Weasley said, and went back to the stove.

"Harry and Hermione will be here in about half an hour," Ginny said, smiling.

"Okay." Ron practically collapsed into a chair, and said, "Can I have some breakfast now?"

"No, we've got to wait for your friends to get here," Mrs Weasley said with a stern look.

"Oh," Ron whined, but quietly. Becci gave a small sigh and sat next to him. During the next twenty minutes or so, the rest of the Weasleys filtered down the stairs. Percy was first.

"Morning, all," he said in his official tone. "Afraid I won't be able to greet Harry and Hermione, Ron, must get straight off to work. Good day." And he disapparated.

"...Bye, then," Becci muttered.

The next down was Mr Weasley.

"Morning, Weasleys," he said as he came down.

"Only four of us, Dad," Ron said in reply.

"Well, you four are the only ones I'm going to see this morning, then. Oh, good morning, Rebecca, did you sleep well?"

"Er, yeah, fine thanks," Becci smiled.

"The bed wasn't too..."

"No, no, it was fine. Great, even."

"Well, all right then. Molly, if you don't mind, I'll just take a slice of toast. I've got such a busy day -"

"Of course, Arthur."

"Thank you." He took the toast, kissed his wife on the cheek and also disapparated.

Bill and Charlie came down together.

"What's for breakfast?" Bill asked.

"You can't have any yet, you'll have to wait for Harry and Hermione," Mrs Weasley snapped.

"Okay," Bill said, and kept quiet. He picked up the Daily Prophet, which had landed moments before, and began reading the front page headlines. Charlie started sifting though the letters.

"Hogwarts letters are here," he informed everyone. "They should be getting less and less, but we always seem to have enough visitors to take the places of growing Weasley kids." He smiled at Becci.

"I am a Weasley kid!" she said in a mock outraged tone.

"Well, Harry's and Hermione's are here as well as yours, Becci."

"...Oh."

"Fred! George!" Mrs Weasley shouted, causing them all to jump.

Fred and George soon enough descended the stairs, Fred sleepily combing his untidy hair, and George struggling to pull on a jumper.

"Two early mornings in a row," Fred mumbled.

"It's half past nine!" Mrs Weasley told her son, shaking her head.

"Like I said, early," Fred saif, rubbing his eyes. He came and sat next to Becci, who gave him a little shove.

"What was that for?" he asked, looking at her blearily.

"I had to get up at five yesterday. Don't you complain about early mornings."

Fred appeared too tired to think of a comeback, so just shrugged and stared at the table.

"Breakfast?" George asked warily.

"No, we're waiting for Harry and Hermione."

"This is becoming a regular occurrence," George complained.

"It's only two mornings," Mrs Weasley said in a warning tone. "Besides, I want to make sure Harry has a nice decent meal, with a family. Heaven knows how those Muggles have been treating him..."

Then, as they had yesterday with Becci's arrival, the flames in the huge fireplace changed colour. This time, two figures appeared. They rapidly became more detailed as they entered the kitchen.

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