Clint would be the first to admit, walking through a brick wall was incredibly unnerving. He had gone through with a member of MAGIC and wasn't all too keen doing it again. But he doubted Ron would want to spend his time with him stuck in a crowded train station with other parents esstatic to see their since Clint had a question or two about what exactly occurred during the last few days of school. The twins had surprised Clint with that letter. It had been the first without one of Ron's to accompany it. And it had been surprisingly vague. Not that the twins ever had much to say to the man who raised their younger brother. Or well, any of the Weasleys really. They were the only ones to send letters, and rather reluctantly at that most likely.
"Shall we run through bricks Ron?"
"I've done stranger," Ron cheekily replied.
"Same," Clint chuckled. Clint held his arm out and Ron eagerly looped his with arm with his father, their free arms pulling luggage behind them. In pairs, Clint went through the portal to the non magical Britian with Bruce following and then the entirety of the Weasley brood. Lastly, was the dark haired boy Ron had introduced as Harry.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," Clint shuttered with exaggeration.
"It's a staple," Molly Weasley stated surprisingly delicate, but with still iciness in her eyes, "Part of our lives."
Clint held his own, undeterred by the matriarch of the Weasley family. Natasha was scarier.
"Just like air vents in ours huh Ron?"
"Actually, I couldn't find one airvent in the school."
Clint held a faux look of disgust.
"Not one tunneling heating and cooling system? How did the castle even stay warm?"
"Fire. Lots of fire," Ron answered in a joking but solemn tone.
"Should I be worried?"
"Nah. It was all contained."
"I'll take your word for it."
Clint hummed as Harry walked up to the front of the American and Wealsey bunch. Nearby, Clint noticed a trio of individuals looking at the group in disgust. One was a rather obese man with a large and bushy mustache, greying from what Clint could tell. If not for his loud and clear British accent from his complaining to the woman next to him, he would have thought the man to be a stereotype of an American tourist. The woman was thin and lanky with a long neck, and short dark hair, a sneer clear on her face. The shortest looked, almost perplexed. Large just like the man but with a less angry expression. More curious and perhaps wary.
Or, Clint was reading way too into civilian children who hadn't yet worked facial expressions to emotions. Most likely the former.
He arched a brow when Harry made his way past them and walked up to the trio. The trio stiffened and Harry turned back to the group and gave a smile.
"Oh wait! Harry!" Ron called out and ran over the group. Clint absently wondered if it was any kind of healthy for someone to turn purple like the man was. Clint also was wondering why this man was turning purple.
"Yes Ron?" Harry asked a slight bit quieter than normal.
"Don't forget to call or send letters," Ron said with a wide smile. Harry sheepishly smiled back and the woman looked like she had just swallowed a lemon. Ron then leaned real close and whispered, "Or I'll send my Aunt Tasha to check up on you."
"You would?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Sure. Isn't that what friends are for?"
"I thought they were for storming the castle," Harry commented. Ron laughed and Hermione ran up to Harry, giving him a quick hug.
"See you after break," she said letting go.
With that, Harry left with the three peculiar individuals.
Ron made his way back to his dad and everything seemed to move rather quickly.
From packing his things in cars, thankfully getting into the one with his dad and not the overwhelming group of Weasleys, to making their way to the ever as familiar Burrow. With what appeared to be sets of tents outside.
"Legal guys. Making sure neither of us does anything illegal."
"Really? Is Aunt Tasha in one of them?"
"Nope. All MAGIC people. She wasn't too thrilled but Nick did have a mission for her."
"I can't wait to see her."
"What? Are you tired of me already?" Clint joked.
"Never dad," he replied. He had truly missed his dad too much to really joke about not wanting him around.
"Well, then, shall I show you my humble abode?" He asked as the Weasley car pulled in.
With that, Clint began to run, with Ron eagerly chasing after to find his dad's tent.
In reality, it wouldn't have been to hard to find. It was the furthest one from the house and was a dark blue-purple rather than the other brown tents for the different individuals making everyone "play nice".
It was actually a little concerning, considering nothing had happened when his dad had camped out by himself when he had first been told he had to live with them for 3/4 of the year.
"Dad... You didn't get into a fight with... With the Weasleys while I was at school did you?"
"Nope. Actually, haven't heard one word from either Molly or Arthur."
"Then, how did you...?"
"How'd I get here? I called a lawyer. He got me the details. And since I was unaware, they just wanted to be safe and not sorry."
"Ron. Mr. Barton," a new voice interrupted. The two looked over to see Arthur Weasley looking a bit tense.
"Would you two care to come in for some tea?"
Neither of the two had expected that. Sure perhaps Ron but Clint?
"What kind?" Clint asked.
"I believe we have an English Breakfast tea inside."
"Sounds British. I'm game," Clint spoke as diplomatically as he could muster, "How about you Ron?"
It was odd. Ron didn't think any of the Weasleys would act as well... Civil to his dad. Last time they had been in close proximity, they had gone out of their way to ignore him. He stayed close to his dad as they entered the burrow together.
Despite my writing, this is going to sound a little weird, but I don't hate any of the Weasleys. But... I acknowledge parts that we normally like about characters, I have manipulated to show the negative aspects of the same traits.
Why am I mentioning this? Well, I have a new poll up.
So take that Mysticarts!
Oh right she isn't here... And she hasn't beta-ed this chapter... Oh well...