By the way, before you point it out in a review or something - yes, Pony and the others will be saying "ma'am" and "sir" a lot. I noticed that that's something people tend to leave out in fanfictions. But the thing is, they're from the South, and I definitely know a thing or two about the south. (*Lives in Texas*) Here in the south, manners are big. We say ma'am and sir a whole lot. Apparently, people in the north don't say that. I lived in Penn. for a couple years, and everyone thought my parents were weird for teaching me 'yes ma'am,' 'no sir,' etc. It's just a cutlure thing. ^^
Well, I hope you enjoy this!
Onto the story~
Ponyboy woke slowly, feeling slightly disoriented. Where was he?
He opened his eyes and the memories from the previous day washed over him.
He lay there for a minute, eyes closed. His whole body was sore and his head hurt. A terrible homesickness washed over him and he swallowed the lump in his throat struggling to keep from crying. All he wanted was to be back home with his brothers and the gang. Better yet, to be back before all of this even started, when Johnny and Dally were still alive, and he wasn't... A wizard.
He opened his eyes slowly and yelped, throwing his head back and hitting it on the headboard. Two identical red heads hovered over him, grinning.
Pony vaguely remembered them from dinner the night before. They had laughed at his name. He wasn't really mad at them though; he was used to people laughing.
"How did you get in here?" he demanded shakily.
"Apparated of course-"
Ponyboy just stared dumbly at them. Apparate? What was that?
"Well, mum says it's time for breakfast-"
"So come downstairs."
Suddenly, they disappeared, leaving Ponyboy to stare at the spot the just were, wondering if that had really just happened.
He lay there for a few more seconds before sitting up and climbing out of bed. He was wearing an unfamiliar pair of jeans and a t-shirt that were a bit too big. He glanced in the mirror on the wall. He really wished he could get at some hair grease; at the moment his hair was a mess all over his head. The blond had grown out and now his hair was back to old color. (Save for a bit shorter; he had grown impatient waiting for the last bit of blond to grow out and just cut it off. It was still long though.)
He opened the door and headed for the stairs. As he was walking down the long staircase, he could hear a woman's voice shouting something.
"-Apparate everywhere you go! Probably gave the poor boy a heart attack!"
Ponyboy followed the voice until he came to a door, which he pushed open.
Everyone in the room stared at him, and he stared back awkwardly.
"Good morning Ponyboy!" a girl with pink hair said. She had been the one to complement his name the previous night - Tonks. "Did you sleep okay?"
Pony was still tired, but he answered, "Yeah." He turned to the red-headed lady that had helped him and invited him to stay with them. "Thank you, ma'am, for taking care of me."
She smiled. "It's no trouble, dear. And call me Mrs. Weasley. Now, if your stomach is feeling a bit better, why don't you come sit down and have breakfast?"
He took the open seat next to a girl with bushy, brown hair. A plate of bacon, sausage and eggs was placed in front of him.
"Dumbledore went to contact your family," Mrs. Weasley told him. "I'm sure your parents have been worried sick about you."
Ponyboy lowered his eyes and didn't reply.
"Well, hurry up and eat!" Hermione said cheerfully. "You didn't have anything for dinner, you must be starving!"
Harry immediately noticed Ponyboy's reaction when his parents were mentioned. Did he not have a good relationship with his parents?
Hermione obviously didn't notice, because she just cheerfully told Ponyboy to eat and left it.
Ponyboy picked at his food, looking lost in thought.
There was a tap on the window, and Harry looked up to see a small brown owl outside. Mrs. Weasley opened the window and took the letter and the owl flew away.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
read the letter to herself before announcing, "Ponyboy dear, your family will be coming later to pick you up!"
Ponyboy's whole face lit up through the bruises. "When?"
Mrs. Weasley laughed. "Around noon. Why don't you go freshen up? I look forward to meeting your parents!"
Pony frowned suddenly but nodded slowly. Something was definitely up, Harry decided. Maybe whatever had happened to Ponyboy, Ponyboy didn't want his parents to find out about. Or maybe…. Hm.
"But they're Muggles, how will they be able to come here?" Tonks asked curiously.
Mrs. Weasley glanced back down at the letter. "Dumbledore said he cast a temporary spell over them so that they can see everything."
"Ron, go show Ponyboy to the bathroom. Lend him a pair of your clothes," Mrs. Weasley said. She looked Ponyboy over and said, "They're definitely going to be too big, but we'll have to make due."
Two hours later, Harry along with half the order sat in the kitchen, eating lunch and chatting. "Half the order" included Lupin, Sirius, Tonks, Moody, and the Weasley family.
Ponyboy sat at the table as well, eating quietly. He was now dressed in a pair of Ron's jeans, t-shirt and jacket, all several sizes too big on him. He kept glancing up at the door to the hallway, waiting for his family to appear.
Suddenly, the back door opened and everyone turned to look.
Dumbledore walked in, followed by 4 boys. Most of them seemed to be in their late teens, while one seemed to be a bit older.
They stood there for a moment before the youngest of the boys said softly, "Pony..."
That was all it took for Ponyboy to jump up with a strangled cry of, "Soda, Darry!" before running to the boys and embracing them.
"Pony, your hair," one of the boys snickered, ruffling the fluffy, tangled mess that was Pony's hair.
"I know, I know," Pony frowned. "I need to get a hold of some grease."
Mrs. Weasley watched the boys in surprise before walking over, hand out to the oldest man. "Are you... Ponyboy's father?"
The man's face hardened. "No ma'am, I'm his oldest brother, Darrel Curtis. Our parents are dead ma'am." But he still shook the hand of the now wide-eyed Mrs. Weasley.
Suddenly it all made sense, Harry realized, why Pony acted the way he did whenever his parents were mentioned.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Weasley said softly.
The others in the room looked on quietly and curiously.
"Are you all related?" Tonks asked.
"No ma'am," Darrel answered. "Ponyboy and Sodapop-" he gestured to the younger boy that still had his arms wrapped protectively around Ponyboy, "Are my kid brothers. Two-Bit-" the boy with a goofy grin, "And Steve-" the boy close by Sodapops side, "Are our friends. They're as much like brothers as they can get, though."
"So who takes care of you?" Mrs. Weasley asked carefully.
This time Soda answered. "We all take care of each other. Me and Darry work to get cash. Pony goes to school; he's smarter than I'll ever be. Everyone one in our gang takes care of each other. It's the way it is in our neighborhood."
Mrs. Weasley was looking at them with pure pity in her gaze.
"Here, why don't you boys sit down and I'll fix you some lunch, alright?" she said.
Darry frowned. "You don't have to do that, ma'am."
Mrs. Weasley frowned as well. "Nonsense. You're our guests. I insist. Besides, the foods already cooked, I'll just heat it up a bit."
Darry opened his mouth to argue again, but Soda cut in. "Thank you, ma'am."
The boys sat down and Ponyboy took his seat again. The Order members sat in silence, but Two-Bit chattered comfortably. To Harry, it sounded like they were speaking a different language. It was almost like when he had first learned about the wizarding world.
"Jeez Pony, you near scared us all half to death, 'specially Soda n' Darry. When you left and didn't come back, Darry wanted to go out and look for you... We thought maybe you'd been jumped by some dang Socs again. We couldn't really call the fuzz, y'know? But then Mr. Dumbledore showed up and told us you were here."
No one really understood what he meant, but apparently it was enough for Ron to snort, "All this trouble for one shrimp?"
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley cried, shocked. "Apologize!"
"Sorry," Ron mumbled. "But I just mean that you all are acting like he's all-important or something."
Steve was analyzing Ron coolly. "Kids had some bad stuff happen to him, not too long ago. Just bein' safe." Ponyboy looked surprised at this, but he didn't say anything.
"So? I bet Harry's got it way worse, but we don't act like he's a king or something, like-" he cut off at the glare Steve was giving him.
And, finish. xD Phew. Now I have to go work on the next chapter of Different Magic. Sorry for the lag between chapters, guys. T^T Anyway, after I finish the next chapter for DM I'll start on chapter 4 for this. ^^
Oh, and if Steve seems OOC (considering he doesn't like Pony)…. All will be explained. xD