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In the end, under Tom's firm insistence and Harry's anxious pleas about getting expelled, Ron—though still grumbling—turned the car around and drove it back.
Molly, of course, lost it the second she realized her youngest son had stolen the family car. She tore into Ron without any of the restraint she'd shown last time.
Her reaction made sense, though. Failing an exam was one thing—you could always study harder or find another way around it. Stealing the car? That was a whole different level of stupid.
"You'd better hope no Muggles spotted a flying car," Molly snapped, her face stormy as she glared at the two boys with their heads down. "Because if word gets back to the Ministry—or to anyone who already hates your father—do you really think he'll keep his job?
Or are you hoping getting him fired will somehow work out in your favor?"
Molly was furious. Arthur was the backbone of the Weasley family. If he lost his position at the Ministry, she didn't even want to imagine what would happen to them. Bill and Charlie had jobs, sure, but no parent wanted to rely on their kids to keep the whole household afloat.
Arthur opened his mouth, clearly wanting to defend himself. He was annoyed about the car too, but getting fired? That wasn't going to happen. Everything he'd done—modifying the car included—fell within the Ministry's rules. He'd written most of those rules himself and made sure to leave plenty of loopholes for his own use. At worst, he'd get an internal review. He was confident about that.
But one look at Molly's expression and he wisely shut his mouth. No point making things worse.
"So why did you steal your father's car?" Molly asked after a long moment, her voice calmer but still sharp. "Did you think it would be fun?"
Ron shifted uncomfortably. "We… we couldn't get through the barrier. We panicked, so—"
"So you stole the car and decided to drive it to school?"
Molly stared at him, then glanced at Harry. For a second she looked almost nostalgic. "You know, the twins are starting to seem downright reasonable by comparison. At least they never pull something this brainless."
She shook her head. "I don't know who you take after. Forget using Hedwig to write Dumbledore. Worst case, you could've just waited outside the platform! We were only dropping off the first-years. We weren't staying inside forever. If we'd come back out and seen you two standing there, we would've figured something out."
Harry and Ron exchanged a guilty look. They really hadn't thought of that.
"Whatever. I've yelled enough. What's done is done. Since you brought the car back, I'm guessing you found another way to get to school?"
Arthur glanced at the shimmering rift behind the boys. He couldn't see through it, but the sounds coming from the other side made it clear they were still on the Hogwarts Express. "Is that your friend's work?"
"Yeah," Ron said quickly. "That's Tom. The one I told you about over the holidays."
Arthur's eyebrows rose. "The Lovegood boy? Didn't know he could do something like that."
He looked at the rift again. "So is he bringing you onto the train? Or does he have another way to get you to Hogwarts? Do you need help from us?"
No matter how angry they were, Ron was still their son. They weren't going to just abandon him—especially not with Harry there too.
Before Ron could answer, Tom's voice came through the rift.
[I can get them to Hogwarts. No problem.]
Arthur blinked, clearly intrigued by the method of communication, but he didn't press. "Then I'll leave Harry in your hands. And my boy here too."
[No problem. Though you don't mind if I use this as a chance to teach them a lesson, right? So they don't pull something this stupid again?]
Arthur didn't even hesitate. "No problem. Ron's all yours."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Ron looked confused. "What do you mean 'all yours'? I don't get it."
Tom's mouth curved in a small, satisfied smile. While he'd been talking, he'd made sure only Molly and Arthur could see the second half of what he said. Ron hadn't caught it at all.
This little gadget still had a lot of room to grow.
On the other side of the rift, Arthur just assumed Ron hadn't seen clearly. He didn't want his son knowing he'd basically handed him over, so he made up a quick excuse, ushered Molly into the car, and drove off—leaving Ron and Harry standing there looking miserable.
"Tom, you weren't joking about getting us to school, right?" Ron asked the second his parents were gone, panic creeping into his voice. "What if we miss the train? What if we get expelled for not showing up?"
[When have I ever lied to you?]
Tom rolled his eyes. He might've tricked them a few times with information gaps, but he'd never gone back on a promise.
[A whole holiday apart and you've already forgotten the golden rule: never doubt Tom. I was planning to send you straight to Hogwarts, but now…]
Tom's gaze drifted to George the owl, who was calmly preening his feathers in his cage nearby.
[I think it's time you remembered exactly how much that rule is worth.]
George tilted his head, suddenly uneasy.
[So? How was the owl express? Pretty great, right? Ron, didn't you say you wanted to try it again? When are we doing round two?]
That night, the Hogwarts Express finally pulled into Hogsmeade station. On the platform, two very familiar figures were bent over in a corner, dry-heaving. A grayish-white owl lay sprawled beside them, looking completely spent.
"Thanks—heave—next time I'd rather use Floo powder than get dragged through the air by an owl—heave!"
Harry groaned between retches. Ron couldn't even speak.
He swore he'd never complain about the train again. Getting mailed by owl was officially the worst way to travel.
At that moment, Ron wanted nothing more than to go back in time and slap his past self for ever thinking "being flown to school by an owl would be cool."
Cool or not, he'd nearly left half his soul behind on that trip.
Tom walked over to George, who was still lying on the ground staring blankly at the sky, and tapped the owl's head with a paw.
(Still breathing?)
George gave a weak hoot, looking utterly betrayed.
(I'll get you something nice to eat later.)
Tom rubbed the owl's head awkwardly, then picked him up and dropped him back into his cage.
"Tom, I'm heading in. See you at the castle."
While Tom had been dealing with his owl, Hagrid had arrived and was already herding the first-years toward the boats. Luna waved at Tom before following.
Tom didn't stop her. First-years went to the castle differently anyway.
As he watched her go, his eyes caught on a red-haired girl who looked familiar—Ginny Weasley, if he wasn't mistaken.
What really made him pause wasn't Ginny herself.
It was the large green snake coiled comfortably around her shoulders.
Wait. What the hell? Since when did Ginny have a snake? And first-years weren't even supposed to bring snakes, right? Walking around with something that big—don't tell me she's already gunning for Slytherin?
Tom stared, completely thrown. He wasn't against the story going off the rails—his own memories of canon were fuzzy anyway, and he'd already changed plenty. But he didn't even know Ginny. Why the hell did she have a giant snake with her?
"So? Isn't our Ginny adorable?"
One of the twins—Fred or George, he couldn't tell—spoke up behind him.
[Adorable or not isn't my problem. I'm just a cat. But why does she have a snake?]
Tom turned, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, that's basically her pet."
"Or more like the pet's pet, depending how you look at it."
Tom's ears perked up.
[The pet's pet? Like George here?]
Fred grinned at his brother. "Hear that, George? You've been demoted to the same level as the snake."
"Hey, I'm Fred."
[You two can fight about names later. Right now—]
Before Tom could finish, the professors started calling everyone to the carriages. Fred and George had already hopped onto one.
Tom sighed and let it go for now. He'd ask again when he had the chance.
Something about Ginny was tugging at him, though. And it wasn't just the snake.
He found an empty carriage and climbed in.
The carriages jerked forward. Students filed into the Great Hall. Tom headed straight for the Ravenclaw table and took an empty seat without hesitation.
The younger students had long stopped being surprised by Tom wandering between House tables. A few first-year witches glanced over excitedly, but most just kept eating. After a full day on the train, food came first.
Harry and the others, who'd been sitting at the Hufflepuff table, exchanged looks before hurrying over to join him.
"Why'd you come to Ravenclaw tonight?"
[Luna's getting sorted. Figured I'd come early and help her get used to the place.]
Tom answered while eating, occasionally setting aside food he knew Luna liked.
"You're that sure she's going Ravenclaw?"
[Obviously. Unless something goes seriously wrong, my clever Luna's definitely ending up here.]
"I'm pretty smart too, but I'm in Gryffindor!"
Hannah looked offended. If smart people belonged in Ravenclaw, what did that make her?
[You?] Tom glanced at her, then went back to his plate. [You're a bit of a musclehead with a working brain. And wasn't Gryffindor your own choice anyway?]
"Tom!"
Tom ignored the protest and kept eating, still setting aside food for Luna.
After all, she was his little owner. He still spoiled her.