You sat on the front porch, enjoying the morning sun before the heat of the day. Another summer at the Burrow awaited, full of mischief with the Weasleys. You'd known them since childhood, as your dad worked with Arthur at the Ministry. At Hogwarts, you befriended the twins, and summers at the Burrow became a tradition.

"Morning, sunshine!" George called as he ran by, with Fred in tow.

"YOU BLOODY WANKERS, GET BACK HERE!"

Ron appeared on the porch, fuming, his pajamas a shocking pink.