The Joker and The Princess
Chapter One
The Burrow Again
Life for Harry Potter had never been an easy task. Being left on the Dursley's doorstep when he was a little baby had never helped. But ever since that faithful day, five years ago, on Harry's eleventh birthday, when his now great friend, Hagrid, had told him all about his real world. The wizarding world. You see, Harry Potter, was a wizard! And not just any wizard, a wizard who had on three different occasions defeated one of the most feared dark wizards known. Voldermort.
Now Harry was a fifteen-year old teenager, with the scruffy black hair he had inherited from his father, James Potter, and the bright green eyes his mother, Lily Potter, had left him, was standing in the kitchen of his best friend, Ron Weasely's house. Ron had bright red hair, a carrot top, exactly like his other brothers and sister. The twins, Fred and George, the ex-Head Boy Percy, his other two brother, Bill and Charlie who were away on business, and his only sister, Ginny. Ron was rather long and lanky, unlike the twins who were short and stocky. Also in the kitchen was Harry's other best friend Hermione Granger, she had brown eyes and brushy brown hair, and she used to have two front teeth that protruded. But that had changed since last year, when Madame Pomfrey had shrunken them, and when Harry's enemy, Draco Malfoy, had cursed her, when he'd meant to curse Harry.
"Nice to see you again Harry! Good summer?" Ron asked, lifting Harry's trunk into the kitchen with Fred.
"Much better now I'm back with you lot and away from the Dursley's!" Harry laughed as his snowy owl; Hedwig flapped onto his arm, hooting happily.
"After what Fred did to that Dudley last time we saw them, they'd be stupid not to let you come to ours!" George laughed, and grinned evilly at his brother.
"Now, now you two! Help Harry and Ron take Harry's things up to Ron's room, and come back down. It's such a nice evening, you can play Quidditch, whilst I get on with the dinner." Mrs. Weasely grinned broadly and waved her wand at the sink full on potatoes, which began cleaning themselves.
Later on that night, Harry was zooming around 'The Burrows' huge garden on his Firebolt broomstick, while Fred and George were practising stopping bludgers from hitting Harry. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were all watching, Ron and Ginny on the verge of hysteria, whilst Hermione was edging between laughter and fear. When Percy stuck his head out of his window.
"Can you lot keep it down! My desk is piled up with paper work and it doesn't help with you all making so much noise!" Percy yelled.
"Oh shut up Weatherby!" Fred laughed rolling around on his Cleansweep broomstick. George and Harry soon joined him. Percy slammed his window as Mr. Weasely came out into the garden.
"Teasing Percy again you two?" He said looking back and fourth from Fred and George.
"No." They both said innocently, but their smiles told other wise.
"Come on now, that's not fair, he's got a lot of work to get done for me." Mr. Weasely grinned, and went back inside.
"Hermione, Ginny, be dears and set the table?" Mrs. Weasely called from the kitchen.
"Yes mum!" Ginny called back.
"Coming, Mrs. Weasely." Hermione said walking to the door.
"Hermione, how many times have I got to tell you, call me Molly, it's so much less formal." Mrs. Weasely smiled and Ginny and Hermione walked into the kitchen. Harry landed on the ground next to Ron and got off his broomstick. Fred and George followed and were about to go inside when Fred stopped, and twisted his head round, as if straining to hear something.
"Oh no." Ron sighed when he spotted him walking towards the end of the garden.
"Not again." George said rubbing his temples.
"What's up with Fred?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you don't know. We've got this new neighbour, just opposite us, and the thing is, there's a really pretty girl living there with her family." Ron began.
"Fred was out flying his broomstick a couple of weeks ago, and saw this girl out side. He didn't want to surprise her, and landed in our garden. He heard her singing and is now completely smitten with her." George finished up.
"Oh." Harry simply.
"Don't be nasty about it. I think it's really sweet." Ginny said from behind them.
"Hmm. It's about time he got his head out of the clouds about this stupid joke shop idea and starting thinking about something more permanent." Mrs. Weasely said giving her questioning glare to George, but softening it when she looked at Fred.
"Oh oh. She smiled at him; he'll be in a good mood until we go back to school now." George joked as Fred walked over with a glazed looked washed over his face. He walked past George and Ron, ignoring their back shoves and walked through the kitchen, giving his mum and 'yeah' when she said dinner be ready in ten minutes and walked up to his room, muttering a quick, 'I'll be borrowing Pig,' as he walked up stairs. Dinner at the Burrow was great, as it always was. Harry always enjoyed staying at Ron's house; it made him think about what his family would've been like, if they hadn't died when Voldermort had attacked them. The next three weeks were some of the best Harry had ever experienced, to soon was he one the way to Kings Cross train station, to get on platform nine and three-quarters, to get on the train to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.