Even Fred had said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years.
'Shall we get in, then?' said Ron uncertainly, looking at Harry as thoughworried about him.'Yeah,' said Harry. 'Yeah, go on ...''It's all right,' said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. 'You're not going
... 'You're not going mad or anything. I can see them, too.' 'Can you?' said Harry desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her wide silvery eyes. 'Oh, yes,' said Luna, 'I've been able to see them ever since my first day here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am." Smiling faintly, she climbed into the musty interior of the carriage after Ron. Not altogether reassured, Harry followed her.Continua...Nascondi
'...Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... what colour would you like?''Get him red and gold to match his badge,' said George, smirking.'Match his what?' said Mrs
...t?' said Mrs Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron's pile. 'His badge,' said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. 'His lovely shiny new prefect's badge.' Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs Weasley's preoccupation with pyjamas. 'His ... but ... Ron, you're not ...?' Ron held up his badge. Mrs Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's. 'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!' 'What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?' said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.Continua...Nascondi