The next morning, Harry was completely unaware as Mrs. Weasley approached him. Gentle as ever, she woke him.
"It's time to go, Harry, dear," she whispered.
Then she went over to wake Ron.
Harry sat up. It was still pitch-black outside.
When Ron was awakened by his mother, he mumbled something incoherently.
Suddenly, Harry saw two irregular black shapes emerge from beneath the rumpled blankets at the foot of the bed.
It was the twins.
"What, is it time already?" Fred asked blearily.
They had been awakened by Mrs. Weasley too, but she had clearly not been nearly as gentle with them. Harry had just heard her scolding them.
Harry reached out, found his glasses, put them on, and sat up.
It was still pitch-black outside.
When Ron was awakened by his mother, he mumbled something incoherently.
Harry saw two irregular black shapes emerge from beneath the rumpled blankets at the foot of the bed.
"What, is it time already?" Fred asked blearily.
Everyone dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk.
Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, still yawning and stretching.
Mrs. Weasley was stirring something in a large pot on the stove. Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large sheet of parchment tickets.
When the boys entered the kitchen, he looked up and spread his arms so they could see what he was wearing.
He wore a shirt that looked like a golf shirt and a very old pair of jeans. The trousers were a little too large for him, so he had cinched them tight with a wide leather belt.
"Well?" he asked eagerly. "We should conceal our identities on the way there. Do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"
"Yes, very much so," Harry said with a smile.
"Where are Bill,