Stella's POV✨

I was woken by the sound of Oliver sprinting into my room. You would think he was a young child by the way he ran around the house like it was nobodys business.

"Just thought I'd tell you that pancakes are ready and if you aren't down quick enough, there wont be any left. Oh and by the way, It's already 11:30, so I suggest you get up."

"Its 11:30 already! Jeezo Olly, why didnt you wake me!" I scolded in a drowsy tone while making my way to the door. "piggy back required." I jumped onto his back and he ran down to the kitchen with me on his back. He pretended to drop me sometimes which resulted in me yelling into his ear just to irritate him.

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After i finished breakfast and had a shower, I looked out my outfit for arriving at the Weasleys. Since most of my favorite clothing was packed in my trunk.

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"they should be here any second." I mumbled to myself while looking at the clock. And to my surprise, as soon as the clock was at exactly two o'clock, There was a green flame as Mr Weasley, Ron, George and Fred came out the fireplace.

"Hey Woods!" George beamed and gave me a bear hug. " Told you we'd be here 2pm sharp!" He winked cheekily, I giggled,It was so good to see them again.

"Hey Georgie, Ronald, Arthur..." I stopped, looking at Fred who just looked back at me blankly before looking away.

"So very good to see you Stella! Fred will go collect your stuff from your room. Oliver I assume youll be able to get yours wont you," Arthur beamed at Oliver and patted him on the back in a joyful manner.

Freds POV✨

"So very good to see you Stella! Fred will go collect your stuff from your room," My dad continued talking to Oliver and paid no attention to my facial expression. I swear he bloody did that on purpose.

Stella continued talking to my dad and I walked up to her room to collect her stuff.

Her room was so tidy and well laid out. Posters of famous muggle bands she used to tell me and George about. I then looked over at her desk to see an old book. I recognised the cover.

Our scrapbook.

I lifted up the leather book and scanned my eyes over the colour pages I flicked through.

A moving photo of me and George throwing cake at Stella was stuck on the page. Drawings of balloons that I can only presume Stella drew surrounded the photo.

The photo moved showing the three of us jumping into the water.

In the photo George and I are pushing Stella in the trolly full of bags.

I flicked through various pages and realised that after a certain point, I was no longer in any of the photos.

I stared with disgust at the photo of Stella kissing Patrick's cheek in the snow, his blue eyes practically stabbing me through the paper.

I quickly turned through the pages in sheer hatred.

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I stared at the photo that I was not in. Stella stood with one arm over Lee's shoulders and the other around George.

"Fred? Whats taking you so long?" George was coming into the room and I managed to put the scrapbook back on the desk just before he noticed me holding it.

"O-Oh, um I couldnt find her room." I replied and straight after knew that was a stupid answer. They live in a normal sized home that is almost impossible to get lost in and I've been to this house more than I can remember.

"Freddie, stop being nosey an' lets carry these bags down" George smirked as my ears went red.

"I have no clue what you are talkin' about Georgie" I replied while picking up Stella's trunk. I walked on ahead of George down the stairs to avoid his questions and assumptions.

Stella's POV ✨

Finally Fred and George came down with all my stuff. Took long enough. Arthur then sent all the luggage through first before getting us to go.

"Right Oliver, You and Stella are both going to go straight to the Burrow. Ron the twins and and I are going to go pick Harry up from the Dursleys. How does that sound?" We both nodded as Arthur handed us the floo powder and we both shouted "The Burrow" and within a second later, we were standing in the fireplace in the living room of the Weasleys cosy house.

This is really like a second home.

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