As Nova walked into the house, he found that the kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle, and Harry sat down on the edge of his seat, looking around. He had never been in a wizard house before. The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like Time to make tea, Time to feed the chickens, and You"re late. Books were stacked three deep on the mantelpiece, books with t.i.tles like Charm Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in Baking, and One Minute Feasts - It"s Magic! And unless Harry"s ears were deceiving him, the old radio next to the sink had just announced that coming up was "Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck." Hearing the witch"s singing, Nova, nodded his head in approval, though the voice wasn"t as good as his wife"s, this Celestine was clearly talented."Nova! It"s you fantastic. That was a good prank you played on us." The twins said as they came up to shake Nova"s hand with a large grin on their faces.
Ever the pranksters, Nova thought, the minute they aren"t in danger any more will they begin to make jokes.
"Boy"s sit down." Mrs. Weasley glared at them clearly still not over what they did. As she was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan. Nova couldn"t help but chuckle to himself when every now and then she muttered things like "don"t know what you were thinking of," and "never would have believed it."
"I don"t blame you, dear," she a.s.sured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. "Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we"d come and get you ourselves if you hadn"t written back to Ron by Friday. But really," (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate) "flying an illegal car halfway across the country - anyone could have seen you -"
She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.
"It was cloudy, Mum!" said Fred.
"You keep your mouth closed while you"re eating!" Mrs. Weasley snapped.
"They were starving him, Mum!" said George.
"And you!" said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and b.u.t.tering it for him.
"Actually Fred. Where do you think those clouds came from?" Nova asked. "If it wasn"t for me do you think you four would have made it this far without the mortals trying to blast you out of the sky? That car is not made or designed for long distance travel as you did."
Hearing this the three brothers, all went a little pale. Clearly none of them had considered such a thing. But before anything else could be said, at that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.
"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She"s been talking about you all summer."
"Yeah, she"ll be wanting your autograph, Harry," Fred said with a grin, but he caught his mother"s eye and bent his face over his plate without another word. Nova didn"t care either way and could help but laugh when he saw the little girls reaction to seeing her crush. Nothing more was said until all four plates were clean, which took a surprisingly short time.
"Blimey, I"m tired," yawned Fred, setting down his knife and fork at last. "I think I"ll go to bed and -"
"You will not," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "It"s your own fault you"ve been up all night. You"re going to de-gnome the garden for me; they"re getting completely out of hand again -"
"Oh, Mum -"
"And you two," she said, glaring at Ron and Fred. "You can go up to bed, dear," she added to Harry. "You didn"t ask them to fly that wretched car -"
But Harry, who felt wide awake, said quickly, "I"ll help Ron. I"ve never seen a de-gnoming -"
"That"s very sweet of you, dear, but it"s dull work," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, let"s see what Lockhart"s got to say on the subject -"
And she pulled a heavy book from the stack on the mantelpiece.
George groaned. "Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden -"
Nova stayed silent at this interaction as it was a family matter, but when he saw the cover of Mrs. Weasley"s book written across it in fancy gold letters were the words Gilderoy Lockhart"s Guide to Household Pests. There was a big photograph on the front of a very good- looking wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the wizarding world, the photograph was moving; the wizard, who probably was Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking cheekily up at them all. Mrs. Weasley beamed down at him.
Nova seeing the book and the author decided to interject, "Mrs. Weasley not that I don"t feel the author is wrong with his methods they are only a temporary fix to solving your pest problem. If you want I can clear it up in a minute."
"But Nova, dear, he is marvelous," she said. "He knows his household pests, all right, it"s a wonderful book . . . ."
"Mum fancies him," said Fred, in a very audible whisper.
"Don"t be so ridiculous, Fred," said Mrs. Weasley, her cheeks rather pink. "All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it, and woe betide you if there"s a single gnome in that garden when I come out to inspect it."
"Don"t worry guy"s, as repayment for causing you some issues, I will do it this time." Nova then told them.
"Ok but can we watch?" Ron asked.
"Sure."
Nova then walked out to the garden and looked at the ground as he saw a little gnome running across the yard. It was small and leathery looking, with a large, k.n.o.bby, bald head exactly like a potato.
Seeing the creature, Nova let out a small growl with his intent that he direct to all the gnomes in the vicinity and said with a cold tone, "Leave or else."
Having said his peace he went back into the house, "Ok we are done here."
As Nova walked back inside the twins, Ron, and Harry turned wide eyed as they watch over fifty gnomes start running for dear life out of the garden into the empty field on the other side.
"They"ll be back," said Ron as they watched the gnomes disappear into the hedge on the other side of the field. "They love it here .... Dad"s too soft with them; he thinks they"re funny . . ."
"No they won"t be. Because I am here they won"t think twice about it, since lowly creatures tend to value their lives more than being that can think for themselves." Nova responded while sitting back down in the kitchen.
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"Well in that case, great, we can go to bed. Thanks Nova." Ron said "Come one Harry. I"ll show you my room."
"Oh no you don"t. Since Nova was kind enough to take care of that ch.o.r.e for you. You three can help me by cleaning the house." Mrs. Weasley interjected.
Knowing that they were not going to get out of doing ch.o.r.es the brothers could only sigh at their fate as their mother gave them things to clean with. Though Harry was exempt, he still chose to help out which Nova didn"t fully understand.
Just as Nova was about to ask something, the front door slammed.
"He"s back!" said George. "Dad"s home!"
Mr. Weasley was slumped in a kitchen chair with his gla.s.ses off and his eyes closed. He was a thin man, going bald, but the little hair he had was as red as any of his children"s. He was wearing long green robes, which were dusty and travel-worn.
"What a night," he mumbled, groping for the teapot as they all sat down around him. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned ...
Mr. Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed.
"Find anything, Dad?" said Fred eagerly.
"All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle," yawned Mr. Weasley. "There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn"t my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but that"s the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness ...
"Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink?" said George.
"Just Muggle-baiting," sighed Mr. Weasley. "Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it .... Of course, it"s very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking - they"ll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they"ll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it"s staring them in the face .... But the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn"t believe -"
"LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?"
Mrs. Weasley had appeared, holding a long poker like a sword. Mr. Weasley"s eyes jerked open. He stared guiltily at his wife.
"C-cars, Molly, dear?"
"Yes, Arthur, cars," said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes flashing. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."
Mr. Weasley blinked.
"Well, dear, I think you"ll find that he would be quite within the law to do that, even if - er - he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth .... There"s a loophole in the law, you"ll find .... As long as he wasn"t intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly
wouldn"t -"
"Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren"t intending to fly!
"Harry?" said Mr. Weasley blankly. "Harry who?"
He looked around, saw Harry, and jumped.
"Good lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron"s told us so much about -"
"Your sons flew that car to Harry"s house and back last night." shouted Mrs. Weasley. "What have you got to say about that, eh?"
"Did you really?" said Mr. Weasley eagerly. "Did it go all right? I - I mean," he faltered as sparks flew from Mrs. Weasley"s eyes, "that - that was very wrong, boys - very wrong indeed ...
"Let"s leave them to it," Ron muttered to Harry as Mrs. Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. "Come on, I"ll show you my bedroom."
As Ron and Harry and the Twins slipped out of the kitchen, Nova stayed.
"It is good to meet you Mr. Weasley." Nova interrupted before Mrs. Weasley could say another word.
"Ah, yes, you as well. Who might you be." Mr. Weasley said, clearly relieved that he would be spared from his wife"s wrath.
"I am Nova."
"You are??" Mr. Weasley exclaimed. "The boys mentioned you. Can you really turn into a dragon?"
"Indeed he can. Showed up having been following the boys in his dragon form while they drove that d.a.m.ned car of yours." Molly said, while giving the death glare to her husband.
"I did aplologize for that Mrs. Weasley. I thought it would be a good lesson for them to be more aware of their surroundings." Nova said while drinking some tea. "Now Mr. Weasley, I would actually talk to you about the car. It is a good design but it is a little impractical and could do with some improvements."
Hearing this Mr. Weasley"s eyes lit up and all signs of weariness left him, "Really you think so. What are these improvements?"
Before either person could say another word, the fire poker Mrs. Wealey was holding earlier was slammed onto the table.
"OH NO! I will not have any more talk of this car in my house!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.
Mr. Weasley, being the wise man that he was quickly shook his head.
"You are absolutely right dear. It was wrong of me to bring it back up. I won"t mention it again."
Seeing Mr. Weasley do a complete reversal of his tone, Nova couldn"t help but repress a large grin and some laughter.
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Hey Guys. So expect a lot of chapters the next few days. These were suppose to be out a few months ago but i forgot to hit publish. Sorry XP