"Take her, please Nicholas. We need you to do this. We'll come back and
get her when he has passed. We cannot tell you where we will be
hiding…there might be spies, Nicholas. We know we can trust you. We have
Harry. Please…please…please...please.."
"Please!" yelled Ron as he stomped up the stairs to wake Harry up. "Mum, there is no way I'm going over there!"
"Ronald Weasley! It is not my choice! Dumbledore's orders! Come down here this instant or else!"
"Or else what?" Ron whispered under his breath as he hastily turned on his heel and stomped back downstairs.
Harry woke up suddenly, his head burning. He rose, got dressed, and slumped downstairs sleepily. He nearly tripped over Ginny at the foot of the stairs, who was playing with a set of Ron's old chocolate frog cards.
"Sorry.." she whispered when she saw him.
He just grinned groggily and messed up her hair before heading to the kitchen.
Ron was slamming things around the kitchen as he looked for breakfast.
"Never in my life.." he kept saying under his breath. He thumped a gallon of milk onto the aging wooden table.
"Ah, milk!" said Harry, trying to keep things lighthearted.
"My own mum…cruel.. wretched thing to do…"
"Um, Ron?"
"What?"
"What exactly does your mum want you to do?"
"More like forcing me," Ron answered. "She's making me deliver a package to the Malfoy's!" he added with disgust.
"What?" Harry said, spitting out his milk in a spew on the floor.
" 'Dumbledore's orders' " he spat. " I dunno why hey just don't send it there by owl, I asked Mum and she reckons its "too big" for Errol. Whatever. I'll just knock on the door, give it to one of the thousands of maids they have, and run. Want to come with me? We don't get to Diagon Alley until next week." He poured himself a glass of milk and stuck the gallon back in the refrigerator.
"Time to go, Ron!"
Ron sighed heavily and took a package out of the cupboard under the stairs and yelled a goodbye to his mom, who was cleaning the bathroom. He took a pinch of Floo Powder and threw it into the flames, shouted "Malfoy!" and was gone. Harry did the same and suddenly stumbled out of a stone archway to a huge, magnificent mansion. A cold stone walkway led to a dungeon- like door. When Ron knocked, a silky voice called "Coming!" and the door opened.
It was Draco.
"Weasley! Potter!" he half shouted, stunned. "What are you doing at my house?!"
Ron shoved the package into Malfoy's arms.
"Here. Take it. Like I even wanted to come here anyway."
"Draco, dear! Who's at the door?" called a woman's voice. Malfoy looked somewhat embarrassed and tried to close the door.
"No, no, dear. Never close doors on guests." A plump, brown haired middle aged woman pulled open the door and looked Ron and Harry over.
"Are these your friends, Draco dear?" she asked.
"No!" Malfoy said, turning pink again.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"
He sighed heavily.
"Potter, Weasley, this is…Nanny."
"Nice to meet you," they said together, suppressing their uncontrollable laughter.
"Best be off," Ron said. "Its almost time for lunch."
"Good idea." Said Malfoy, shutting the door.
Almost as soon as they stepped out of the fire in the Weasley's home, both boys were rolling on the ground, red in the face and gasping for breath.
"Mum…Mum…Ginny…you have got to hear this.." Ron said, choking. "Malfoy has…" they had another spurt of laughter. "has…a… NANNY!"
"Aahahaha!" Harry laughed again, holding himself up on a chair.
Suddenly a large tawny owl pecked at the glass. Harry, still gasping, went over and relived its burden. It was addressed to him and Ron. He called Ron over and slid the letter open. It was from Hermoine. It looked like she was in a great hurry to write it, and it was messier than her usual hand.
Dear Harry and Ron,
Wonderful news! I've just received a letter to attend H.F.T.C.(Hogwarts Future Teachers Camp!) it is not assured that I will become a teacher at Hogwarts, but they want me to have the possibility and knowledge behind it. Professor McGonagall says that by the time I return I will not have missed out on anything in fifth year. The camp will last from tomorrow until the end of September. I've got to pack. See you on October first.
Love from
Hermoine
"Please!" yelled Ron as he stomped up the stairs to wake Harry up. "Mum, there is no way I'm going over there!"
"Ronald Weasley! It is not my choice! Dumbledore's orders! Come down here this instant or else!"
"Or else what?" Ron whispered under his breath as he hastily turned on his heel and stomped back downstairs.
Harry woke up suddenly, his head burning. He rose, got dressed, and slumped downstairs sleepily. He nearly tripped over Ginny at the foot of the stairs, who was playing with a set of Ron's old chocolate frog cards.
"Sorry.." she whispered when she saw him.
He just grinned groggily and messed up her hair before heading to the kitchen.
Ron was slamming things around the kitchen as he looked for breakfast.
"Never in my life.." he kept saying under his breath. He thumped a gallon of milk onto the aging wooden table.
"Ah, milk!" said Harry, trying to keep things lighthearted.
"My own mum…cruel.. wretched thing to do…"
"Um, Ron?"
"What?"
"What exactly does your mum want you to do?"
"More like forcing me," Ron answered. "She's making me deliver a package to the Malfoy's!" he added with disgust.
"What?" Harry said, spitting out his milk in a spew on the floor.
" 'Dumbledore's orders' " he spat. " I dunno why hey just don't send it there by owl, I asked Mum and she reckons its "too big" for Errol. Whatever. I'll just knock on the door, give it to one of the thousands of maids they have, and run. Want to come with me? We don't get to Diagon Alley until next week." He poured himself a glass of milk and stuck the gallon back in the refrigerator.
"Time to go, Ron!"
Ron sighed heavily and took a package out of the cupboard under the stairs and yelled a goodbye to his mom, who was cleaning the bathroom. He took a pinch of Floo Powder and threw it into the flames, shouted "Malfoy!" and was gone. Harry did the same and suddenly stumbled out of a stone archway to a huge, magnificent mansion. A cold stone walkway led to a dungeon- like door. When Ron knocked, a silky voice called "Coming!" and the door opened.
It was Draco.
"Weasley! Potter!" he half shouted, stunned. "What are you doing at my house?!"
Ron shoved the package into Malfoy's arms.
"Here. Take it. Like I even wanted to come here anyway."
"Draco, dear! Who's at the door?" called a woman's voice. Malfoy looked somewhat embarrassed and tried to close the door.
"No, no, dear. Never close doors on guests." A plump, brown haired middle aged woman pulled open the door and looked Ron and Harry over.
"Are these your friends, Draco dear?" she asked.
"No!" Malfoy said, turning pink again.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"
He sighed heavily.
"Potter, Weasley, this is…Nanny."
"Nice to meet you," they said together, suppressing their uncontrollable laughter.
"Best be off," Ron said. "Its almost time for lunch."
"Good idea." Said Malfoy, shutting the door.
Almost as soon as they stepped out of the fire in the Weasley's home, both boys were rolling on the ground, red in the face and gasping for breath.
"Mum…Mum…Ginny…you have got to hear this.." Ron said, choking. "Malfoy has…" they had another spurt of laughter. "has…a… NANNY!"
"Aahahaha!" Harry laughed again, holding himself up on a chair.
Suddenly a large tawny owl pecked at the glass. Harry, still gasping, went over and relived its burden. It was addressed to him and Ron. He called Ron over and slid the letter open. It was from Hermoine. It looked like she was in a great hurry to write it, and it was messier than her usual hand.
Dear Harry and Ron,
Wonderful news! I've just received a letter to attend H.F.T.C.(Hogwarts Future Teachers Camp!) it is not assured that I will become a teacher at Hogwarts, but they want me to have the possibility and knowledge behind it. Professor McGonagall says that by the time I return I will not have missed out on anything in fifth year. The camp will last from tomorrow until the end of September. I've got to pack. See you on October first.
Love from
Hermoine
