A/N: *hands you a cookie* I am not JKR. She rocks, I fall. The end. By the
way. if you base a story off of this, please let me know. I 3333 reading
fanfictions!
PLEASE NO FLAMES! It's my first fanfiction. *pouts*
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Harry stood in the Headmaster's office. All of his dreams were about to come true.
"Harry..." Dumbledore said, obviously amused at Harry's reaction. "I want you to live at the Burrow. The Death Eaters are showing signs of well, not caring about attacking muggles. Therefore, I am sending you to the burrow, where there are fully trained witches and wizards to help you. Dumbledore looked over his glasses. "Harry, I expect you to be mature about all of thi." Harry quickly nodded.
"Dumbledore, this is great. This is a once in a lifetime chance to get away from the Dursley's, I mean, c'mon. They aren't exactly nice to me... if you get what I mean."
Dumbledore nodded. "Now, leave me here, and don't miss your train!"
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Ron was waiting for him outside of the office. "So, Harry? What did Dumbledore want?"
Harry looked at Ron. "I'm to stay with you for this summer. He also says that the train is leaving in half an hour!"
Ron and Harry ran to the common room. Bumping into Hermione, the trio said their goodbyes, and our boys picked up their trunks. Dragging them to the carriages was another story.
"Urg, Harry, I wish Hermione was here to do a feather-light charm for us!"
"Me too, Ron. me too"
Fred and George appeared onto the platform, carrying their trunks with ease.
"Here, Harry, lemme get yours" said Fred as George grabbed Ron's. "The Clubs aren't exactly light, y'know! I wonder where Ginny is." Harry shrugged as Ron went all red-faced at George."
"C'mon, Ron. lets get on the train, shall we?" Ron allowed himself to be led up to the steps, his eyes still shooting darts.
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On the train, Ron and Harry had their usual stash of Cauldron Cakes, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and Chocolate Frogs. Time passed slowly. the five-hour ride seemed to take forever. Harry was actually more excited about staying at the Burrow than he had going to Hogwarts in his first year.
"Harry." Ron eyed him suspiciously. "Are you all right? Missing Hermione already?"
Harry jumped. "What in the name of Merlin is that supposed to mean?"
Ron blinked. "It was well thought of that you and Hermione. were. err. um, going out,"
Harry turned red. "If Hermione is spreading that around."
Ron nodded. "She is."
"You lie... she wouldn't! That is TOTALLY not Hermione,"
"I wish I was, Harry, I wish I was."
Harry stormed off the train, thoughts swerving in his brain. "Hermione wouldn't do that, would she? Is Ron trying to pull something? What is going on? I don't know what the heck is going on. someone tell me something!" Harry shook himself. It was getting to him. Harry pushed his way through the barrier, and somehow, as though in a dream, arrived in the Burrow. After unpacking his things, he came downstairs. There was Ginny. He hadn't seen her around since now. she was always with a pack of other 4th-year girls. But she looked fantastic. She had rather a short haircut; she had changed into a white t-shirt with khaki pants.
"Harry?" She asked quizzically. "Are you alright?"
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A/N: I LOVE CLIFFIES!
PLEASE NO FLAMES! It's my first fanfiction. *pouts*
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Harry stood in the Headmaster's office. All of his dreams were about to come true.
"Harry..." Dumbledore said, obviously amused at Harry's reaction. "I want you to live at the Burrow. The Death Eaters are showing signs of well, not caring about attacking muggles. Therefore, I am sending you to the burrow, where there are fully trained witches and wizards to help you. Dumbledore looked over his glasses. "Harry, I expect you to be mature about all of thi." Harry quickly nodded.
"Dumbledore, this is great. This is a once in a lifetime chance to get away from the Dursley's, I mean, c'mon. They aren't exactly nice to me... if you get what I mean."
Dumbledore nodded. "Now, leave me here, and don't miss your train!"
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Ron was waiting for him outside of the office. "So, Harry? What did Dumbledore want?"
Harry looked at Ron. "I'm to stay with you for this summer. He also says that the train is leaving in half an hour!"
Ron and Harry ran to the common room. Bumping into Hermione, the trio said their goodbyes, and our boys picked up their trunks. Dragging them to the carriages was another story.
"Urg, Harry, I wish Hermione was here to do a feather-light charm for us!"
"Me too, Ron. me too"
Fred and George appeared onto the platform, carrying their trunks with ease.
"Here, Harry, lemme get yours" said Fred as George grabbed Ron's. "The Clubs aren't exactly light, y'know! I wonder where Ginny is." Harry shrugged as Ron went all red-faced at George."
"C'mon, Ron. lets get on the train, shall we?" Ron allowed himself to be led up to the steps, his eyes still shooting darts.
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On the train, Ron and Harry had their usual stash of Cauldron Cakes, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and Chocolate Frogs. Time passed slowly. the five-hour ride seemed to take forever. Harry was actually more excited about staying at the Burrow than he had going to Hogwarts in his first year.
"Harry." Ron eyed him suspiciously. "Are you all right? Missing Hermione already?"
Harry jumped. "What in the name of Merlin is that supposed to mean?"
Ron blinked. "It was well thought of that you and Hermione. were. err. um, going out,"
Harry turned red. "If Hermione is spreading that around."
Ron nodded. "She is."
"You lie... she wouldn't! That is TOTALLY not Hermione,"
"I wish I was, Harry, I wish I was."
Harry stormed off the train, thoughts swerving in his brain. "Hermione wouldn't do that, would she? Is Ron trying to pull something? What is going on? I don't know what the heck is going on. someone tell me something!" Harry shook himself. It was getting to him. Harry pushed his way through the barrier, and somehow, as though in a dream, arrived in the Burrow. After unpacking his things, he came downstairs. There was Ginny. He hadn't seen her around since now. she was always with a pack of other 4th-year girls. But she looked fantastic. She had rather a short haircut; she had changed into a white t-shirt with khaki pants.
"Harry?" She asked quizzically. "Are you alright?"
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A/N: I LOVE CLIFFIES!