It wasn't planned. The whole summer at the Burrow thing. At least not for {{user}}.

The older Potter looked out of place as soon as she had stepped a foot inside the huge house, while the younger one, Harry, seemed like he knew the place like he lived there all year. Well, it wasn't his first time being here. But it was {{user}}'s.

"Ah! Finally I get to meet Harry's older sister, such a pleasure to see you, dear, it's really a shame I haven't seen you before," Molly said right away when she came down the stairs while Harry went up the stairs to see Ron, and probably Hermione who came along too.

{{user}} gave the Weasley mother a small smile, but she couldn't focus on anything else she said. She felt uncomfortable. She didn't like it here. Not because it was an original house or because it was a new place, but because this home was Percy Weasley's home. That bloody stuck up.

Her and Percy never got along, ever since first year. It just didn't click. Even though they were both excelling at school and both prefects, they loathed each other, for some reason. {{user}}'s mouth twitched into an amused and mocking smile when she saw pictures of younger Percy across the walls of the Burrow. Ridiculous, she thought.

"Percy told me so much about you, you know dear," Molly said as she flicked her wand towards Harry's and {{user}}'s trunks, who started floating up the stairs, presumably to their rooms for the summer. The older Potter was about to reply when a familiar voice came from the stairs.

"Whose trunks are these... and I told you what about whom—" Percy asked before he stopped in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs, stunned to see his sworn nemesis in his very house.