With that being said, and Iām extremely sorry for taking over your post:
They had just enough time to make it onto the platform, get their trunks loaded, and say their goodbyes. Molly ushered them all along, wishing that she could just Apparate them all onto the train and be done with it. There was too much to do, too much to say, too mā
All at once, she screeched to a halt. Percy crashed into her, causing the twins to snicker.
A tiny boy was being crossly turned away by a security guard. A boy whose ribs poked through his baggy shirt, whose glasses were broken, whose jaw was trembling as he tried to find his way. Well, surely she could be the person to guide him there? And did heā¦? Yes! He had an owl! He was one of them!
The poor child; he looked so lost.
Never mind, never mind. She would see to it that he would get on the train. But she had to be careful. She couldnāt startle him. Heād run off and that would be the end of it. No, no, they had to be crafty.
āPacked with Muggles of course,ā Molly said loudly, ushering her very confused children past the boy.Ā āWhatās the platform number again?ā
āNine and three quarters,ā Percy said.Ā āMother, how could you have forgā?ā
It was George who nudged him as he understood what she was doing. She had done it before, after all, and she would do it again.
Unfortunately, it didnāt work.
The boy didnāt seem to notice them.
āPacked with Muggles of course,ā said Molly again, marching her children past once more.Ā āWhatās the platform number?ā
āNine and three quarters,ā Fred and George screamed in unison.
And still the boy remained lost.
āMum,ā Ron panted, tripping over himself as he ran to keep up with her.Ā āSlow down!ā
Molly ignored him as she practically flew past the poor boy.Ā āPacked with Muggles of course! Now, whatās the platform number?ā
āNine and three quarters,ā Ron bellowed.
Molly honestly didnāt care if her entire family missed the train and she had to set off across the UK herself like a mother leading a flock of ducklings: she was going to help this boy onto the bloody train.
She marched past him with a fiery determination and said,Ā āPacked with Muggles of course!ā
Yes! Okay, this was it, this was it, this was it. Play it cool. He was following them. Listening. Pretending not to.
āNow,ā Molly said.Ā āWhatās the platform number?ā
āNine and three quarters,ā piped Ginny.
The next nine minutes were a whirlwind of chaos but they managed to get the boy through the barrier. At Mollyās insistence, Fred and George popped up and helped him get his trunk into the compartment. She handed Ron an extra sandwich and muttered,Ā āTell him that everywhere else was full.ā
As the train took off, she waved to her children, including her newest one.
Bristling with pride, she began to head back to the Burrow. There was simply no time to waste. SheĀ had a jumper to knit.
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