Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to steep in Ron's room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs Weasley. "Time to go, Harry, dear." she whispered, moving away to wake Ron. Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It was still dark outside. Ron muttered indistinctly as his Mother roused him. At the foot of Harry's mattress he saw two large, disheveled shapes emerging from tangles of blankets. The silhouettes belonged to Fred and George. "S" time already?" Fred spoke groggily. They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen. Mrs Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. He looked up as the boys entered and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt. 