Harry blinked and put on his glasses. It was late in the summer holidays,
and today he was going to visit Ron, and live there the rest of the
holidays. He was going to start his 5th year at Hogwarts, and his aunt and
uncle had finally got tired of terrorizing him. Fortunatly.
At 12.30 pm, a van stood outside of the Dursley house. In the car was three four red-heads, and Hermione. "Hi!" said Ron. "Hi," replied Harry, got his trunk and said "goodbye" to the Dursleys who muttered something that sounded like "finally he's gone". Harry got in next to Hermione in the van. "Hello didiodly!" said Arthur Weasly cheerfully. "What do you think of the car? It's from the ministry." Harry grinned. "It's cool." Hermione looked like she really wanted to tell Harry something. "Harry, guess what?" she said breathlessly. "What?" said Harry. "I've been made a prefect!" "Really?" said Harry, "that's great!" Hermione was glowing with pride. She nodded. Then Mr Weasly caught the word again; "Oh, and I need to say something to you. Ginny's pen-friend, who are a new student at Hogwarts this year, she'll be a fifth year, just like you, she used to go to a school in Norway, but her parents thought it would be good if she got out of the country, and improved her english language." Harry was impressed that Arthur managed to say so much in one sentence. "She's only fourteen, did you know that?" said Ron. Harry believed it was to Hermione, since he just had found out about her. "Yeah." Harry could hear Fred's voice from the back seat. "Really?" said Hermione excitedly. "That sounds nice." George continued, "her mom insisted her to start school when she was ten, she should be in 4th year now, but she's a 5th year. It's no point with her going 4th year again, even if it is in english." Harry nodded. "What's her name?" he asked curiously. "Ingy Vieeld," said Ron. "She looks kinda weird. But I'm not sure she is, though. She's very shy. Never speaks." "I hope she gets in Gryffindor," said Hermione, "but she sounds like coming in Ravenclaw or something." Arthur nodded. "Yes, it sure sounds like that. But let's not care about this now. Harry, the Wimbourne Wasps are playing against the Holyhead Harpies on Saturday. Do you want to join us? I have connection through the ministry, as you might know." Of course Harry knew about it, last year he'd joined the Weasly family (minus Molly) and Hermione on the quidditch world cup. "Sure, sounds great!" he said happily. The joy of being with the Weaslies was very big, and he wouldn't let anyone destroy it.
Finally, they were there. Bill and Charlie stood at the door, and Molly came after them. Percy was probably working with some important stuff, and he supposed Ginny and the other girl did some other stuff. "Welcome to The Burrow again, Harry!" cried Molly, and ran over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss. "Hi," said Harry awkwardly, it was always a little embarassing to be hugged like that, but nice too. "Yo, what's up, Harry?" said Bill, the eldest of the Weasly brothers. "Hi, Harry. Had a nice time with the muggles?" said Charlie, the second eldest. "I'm fine," said Harry grinning. Finally he was at the Burrow.
"Dinner!" cried Molly Weasly to Harry, Ron and Hermione who were at Ron's room, admiring his new dress robes (Ron admired them most). They rushed down the stairs, and out in the garden. The Weasly family had seven members; with Harry and Hermione it was nine. Then Harry thought of Ingy, and then it suddenly was ten! And The Burrow kitchen was far too small to fit in ten people. The smell was lovely, steak and potatoes in brown sauce; broccoli, peas, carrots. Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd smelled so delicious food. Oh wait. Maybe when he was at Hogwarts. Or another time at The Burrow. Harry saw Ginny coming out with her friend Ingy. Well, he thought, she looks weird. The girl was a little tall to be a girl; taller than Ginny, but shorter than Ron. She had short, brown hair, which was sorted in some "tough" hair-do. She had a serious expression on her face. Her small, hazel green eyes (which was framed in by rectangular glasses) were criticly measuring Harry and Hermione. She crossed her arms. Didn't say one word. Well, then, I guess she is shy, thought Harry. Or maybe she just hated him. "You're Harry Potter," she said slowly, in a you-think-you- are-so-cool-cause-you're-famous-but-I'm-not-impressed-so-pity-for-you kind of way. "So they know about me in Norway too, then!" said Harry, trying to sound cheerful, but he had to admit that Ingy scared him a little. Ingy rolled her eyes. "Have you heard of Harry Potter lessons?" she said, and it sounded like she hated the subject very much, "Norway think you're such a great boy, and you should symbolize bravery, friendship and trust for the kids in that country." She sounded like she hated Norway too. "Is it much snow in Norway?" asked Harry, trying to make a nice conversation. "Well, it seems like everyone thinks so, doesn't it," she replied coldly (it really seemed like she hated him), "but to tell the truth, it starts to snow in November-December like every decent country. And it melts in March-April. We're not the North Pole or anything if that's what you thought." Harry didn't think Norway was the North Pole. "I didn't think Norway was the North Pole," he said. Ingy just scowled at him. Then he finally took notice of Ginny, who was eating her food silently, without saying anything. "Hi, Ginny," he said, "had a nice holiday?" Ginny blushed. She'd been in love with Harry ever since the first time she saw him on the Hogwarts train. "Yeah. Very nice. Ingy and I did a lot of things." Harry smiled, and Ginny blushed more. She was deep vermillon now. She smiled back, and continued eating. Molly had some delicious pudding (caramel pudding with vanilla sauce) waiting for them after the dinner (no need to say what it is, cause I already did..), and they ate through them too. "It's delicious as always mrs Weasly," said Ingy. As always? thought Harry. Then he remembered that Ingy after all had been there the whole summer. And that was almost two months. Harry wondered if Ingy's parents were great cooks. Of course he was stupid enough to ask. To his great luck, Ingy was polite when she answered; "Unfortunatly not. Their food is nothing compared to this." Then she went silent again. Harry thought that she didn't hated him, she just was a little shy, and sticked to that thought. He was used to people hating him (like Slytherins, Snape, Voldie.), but all he hated all of them too. Ingy was Ginny's friend, after all. And he wanted to be friends with Ginny, and then he had to be friends with her friends too.
At 12.30 pm, a van stood outside of the Dursley house. In the car was three four red-heads, and Hermione. "Hi!" said Ron. "Hi," replied Harry, got his trunk and said "goodbye" to the Dursleys who muttered something that sounded like "finally he's gone". Harry got in next to Hermione in the van. "Hello didiodly!" said Arthur Weasly cheerfully. "What do you think of the car? It's from the ministry." Harry grinned. "It's cool." Hermione looked like she really wanted to tell Harry something. "Harry, guess what?" she said breathlessly. "What?" said Harry. "I've been made a prefect!" "Really?" said Harry, "that's great!" Hermione was glowing with pride. She nodded. Then Mr Weasly caught the word again; "Oh, and I need to say something to you. Ginny's pen-friend, who are a new student at Hogwarts this year, she'll be a fifth year, just like you, she used to go to a school in Norway, but her parents thought it would be good if she got out of the country, and improved her english language." Harry was impressed that Arthur managed to say so much in one sentence. "She's only fourteen, did you know that?" said Ron. Harry believed it was to Hermione, since he just had found out about her. "Yeah." Harry could hear Fred's voice from the back seat. "Really?" said Hermione excitedly. "That sounds nice." George continued, "her mom insisted her to start school when she was ten, she should be in 4th year now, but she's a 5th year. It's no point with her going 4th year again, even if it is in english." Harry nodded. "What's her name?" he asked curiously. "Ingy Vieeld," said Ron. "She looks kinda weird. But I'm not sure she is, though. She's very shy. Never speaks." "I hope she gets in Gryffindor," said Hermione, "but she sounds like coming in Ravenclaw or something." Arthur nodded. "Yes, it sure sounds like that. But let's not care about this now. Harry, the Wimbourne Wasps are playing against the Holyhead Harpies on Saturday. Do you want to join us? I have connection through the ministry, as you might know." Of course Harry knew about it, last year he'd joined the Weasly family (minus Molly) and Hermione on the quidditch world cup. "Sure, sounds great!" he said happily. The joy of being with the Weaslies was very big, and he wouldn't let anyone destroy it.
Finally, they were there. Bill and Charlie stood at the door, and Molly came after them. Percy was probably working with some important stuff, and he supposed Ginny and the other girl did some other stuff. "Welcome to The Burrow again, Harry!" cried Molly, and ran over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss. "Hi," said Harry awkwardly, it was always a little embarassing to be hugged like that, but nice too. "Yo, what's up, Harry?" said Bill, the eldest of the Weasly brothers. "Hi, Harry. Had a nice time with the muggles?" said Charlie, the second eldest. "I'm fine," said Harry grinning. Finally he was at the Burrow.
"Dinner!" cried Molly Weasly to Harry, Ron and Hermione who were at Ron's room, admiring his new dress robes (Ron admired them most). They rushed down the stairs, and out in the garden. The Weasly family had seven members; with Harry and Hermione it was nine. Then Harry thought of Ingy, and then it suddenly was ten! And The Burrow kitchen was far too small to fit in ten people. The smell was lovely, steak and potatoes in brown sauce; broccoli, peas, carrots. Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd smelled so delicious food. Oh wait. Maybe when he was at Hogwarts. Or another time at The Burrow. Harry saw Ginny coming out with her friend Ingy. Well, he thought, she looks weird. The girl was a little tall to be a girl; taller than Ginny, but shorter than Ron. She had short, brown hair, which was sorted in some "tough" hair-do. She had a serious expression on her face. Her small, hazel green eyes (which was framed in by rectangular glasses) were criticly measuring Harry and Hermione. She crossed her arms. Didn't say one word. Well, then, I guess she is shy, thought Harry. Or maybe she just hated him. "You're Harry Potter," she said slowly, in a you-think-you- are-so-cool-cause-you're-famous-but-I'm-not-impressed-so-pity-for-you kind of way. "So they know about me in Norway too, then!" said Harry, trying to sound cheerful, but he had to admit that Ingy scared him a little. Ingy rolled her eyes. "Have you heard of Harry Potter lessons?" she said, and it sounded like she hated the subject very much, "Norway think you're such a great boy, and you should symbolize bravery, friendship and trust for the kids in that country." She sounded like she hated Norway too. "Is it much snow in Norway?" asked Harry, trying to make a nice conversation. "Well, it seems like everyone thinks so, doesn't it," she replied coldly (it really seemed like she hated him), "but to tell the truth, it starts to snow in November-December like every decent country. And it melts in March-April. We're not the North Pole or anything if that's what you thought." Harry didn't think Norway was the North Pole. "I didn't think Norway was the North Pole," he said. Ingy just scowled at him. Then he finally took notice of Ginny, who was eating her food silently, without saying anything. "Hi, Ginny," he said, "had a nice holiday?" Ginny blushed. She'd been in love with Harry ever since the first time she saw him on the Hogwarts train. "Yeah. Very nice. Ingy and I did a lot of things." Harry smiled, and Ginny blushed more. She was deep vermillon now. She smiled back, and continued eating. Molly had some delicious pudding (caramel pudding with vanilla sauce) waiting for them after the dinner (no need to say what it is, cause I already did..), and they ate through them too. "It's delicious as always mrs Weasly," said Ingy. As always? thought Harry. Then he remembered that Ingy after all had been there the whole summer. And that was almost two months. Harry wondered if Ingy's parents were great cooks. Of course he was stupid enough to ask. To his great luck, Ingy was polite when she answered; "Unfortunatly not. Their food is nothing compared to this." Then she went silent again. Harry thought that she didn't hated him, she just was a little shy, and sticked to that thought. He was used to people hating him (like Slytherins, Snape, Voldie.), but all he hated all of them too. Ingy was Ginny's friend, after all. And he wanted to be friends with Ginny, and then he had to be friends with her friends too.
