(A/N: hehehe have fun with this one. I know I did. No purple turtles were
harmed in the making of this fic. No promises about the Dursley's though.
Beware: I have an odd sense of humor you will probably not get. Sry!
Disclaimer: Will the real JK Rowling please stand up? looks around ok, that didn't work…)
Chapter 1, To the Burrow!
"HARRY POTTER!!" shouted Vernon Dursley, as he looked at his over grown son, Dudley. "HARRY POTTER YOU MAKE HIM RIGHT!!!!"
For Dudley Dursley has a pig's tail coming out of his very big, fat bum. Harry was standing in the doorway, his uncle looking over Dudley to see him. Harry was doubled up with laughter as Dudley let out a painful oink. Dudley's face was beet red and he was howling because of the tail. Dursley was beet red of anger, and was howling at Harry what he was going to do to him.
Even though Dudley had made Harry furious, Harry was in a delightful mood right now. Seeing Dudley as a pig definitely helped his mood. Vernon was shouting things at him about how he would never see Hogwarts again, nor his friends, but Harry wasn't paying attention. For some reason, this summer Vernon and Petunia had been thrice as hard on Harry than past summers. Harry quickly learned to ignore them, they couldn't really do anything to him. They couldn't even try to keep him from Hogwarts, he realized, with Hagrid around. They couldn't physically hurt him, they'd be charged with abuse. (A/N: ok, I'm not sure about Great Britain, but across the pond they could be charged with Abuse. A lot.)
As Vernon was screaming, Harry just walked away. Seeing Dudley like that made up for what he said about Harry's parents. Fred and George Weasley taught him how to do that without being caught by the Ministry of Magic. It's the same way that odd things happened before Harry found out that he was a Wizard. When he gets mad, things just happen. Maybe not accidentally, but things just happen.
He walked up stairs and shouted down to them, "It will come off in a week! No worries!" with a smirk on his face. He hadn't been this smug since Hermione slapped Malfoy…
While Harry was having a grand time, Author Weasley realized something that is kind of odd, since he could have sworn that it wasn't, but the Dursley house was still connected to the Floo Network. Mr. Weasley told Ron, and Ron owled Harry right away, explaining. He sent Harry a pinch of Floo powder also, so he could come to the Burrow.
That day was Harry's fifteenth birthday. That event made his week. He walked up to him room and noticed Hedwig, Pig, and a strange owl that he knew was from Hogwarts was scratching on his window.. He quickly let the three in, laughing as Pig did a few speed laps around the room. Hedwig waited for Harry to untie the package and letter that was on her leg and flew to her cage for a drink. The Hogwarts owl let out a small screech to get his attention, soon after Harry took the letters from him. The owl ruffled its feathers and flew back out the window. Harry pursued Pig into a corner, where he caught him and untied the letter from Ron, which had a small leather pouch attached. He sat the two letters, pouch, and package on his bed, while Hedwig and Pig drank a little water from her cage. In a minutes notice, Pig sped out the window and back towards the Weasley's.
He opened the letter Hedwig carried, obviously from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How was summer? I'm here at Ron's house. Happy Birthday! I hope you like what I found you. Well, I'll see you when you get here.
Love from,
Hermione
When I get there? Harry asked in his mind. He looked at the letter weird for a moment, and realized that she must be talking about London or maybe the Hogwarts Express. He shrugged it off and looked at the package. It was rather large, and covered in parchment. He ripped at the covering to reveal the book Quidditch Through the Ages by Kenniworthy Whisp and a model of a Quidditch field, with movable players and balls. It said on the box that you could actually play a game of Quidditch, the red team against the green team. You set the levels of skills of each player, and how hard to catch the Snitch, wind conditions, how well the Keepers are. Harry smiled at this, he was longing to play Quidditch. Because of the Tri Wizard Tournament, he hadn't been off of his broom for this long.
With the thought of the Tri Wizard Tournament, Harry's heart sank. He looked at the box of the Quidditch Model, and remembered the last game of Quidditch Cedric Diggory ever played – and won over Gryffindor. He beat Harry at Quidditch, and won the heart of Cho. For some reason, since Cedric was murdered, he didn't think about Cho that much. Harry thought that it was all his fault that Cedric had died, and did not want to contact Cho. She would be furious with me. No, she would loath me. Harry thought to himself.
He looked again at the letter from Ron. He put the Quidditch Game down and opened his letter.
Harry,
Happy Birthday! Guess what I found out from Dad. It turns out that your house is still connected to the Floo Network! You can come over here! I know that you would want to, so I sent some Floo Powder with Pig. I'll give you your birthday present when you get here. See you soon!
Don't let the Muggles get you down!
-Ron
All Harry could do was smile. He was leaving the Dursley's again! YAY!!!!!!
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Harry stayed in his room the rest of the day. He opened the Quidditch game and looked at it, but he didn't set the levels of anything or started play. He pushed the players around, remembering the different plays, but he didn't prod it with his wand. He did not want to be caught for using magic. He still had two more years until he's not underage anymore.
He finished packing up his things and sat quietly waiting for the Dursley's to go to sleep. He checked his watch and thought of something. Did the Weasley's know when he was coming? He went over to Hedwig and woke her up. He scribbled a not to Ron saying that he would be at his house at eleven o'clock, three hours from now.
"Take this to Ron as fast as you can. Stay there, I'll be there soon," Harry whispered to Hedwig and stoked her back. She gave him a nip on his ear and was off.
Harry opened his Quidditch Through the Ages and started to read about the different as he stared at the clock on his bed board. It was almost ten- thirty. The Dursley's were asleep, so he started to lug his trunk down the stairs. He made more noise then he wished, but he got the job done without the Dursleys waking. It was already ten-fifty.
Harry started a fire in the fireplace the Muggle way, and it took a while. Matches do not like him. Neither do lighters. But, eventually, he started a fire. He was already late to get to the Weasleys, so he quickly threw the powder into the miniscule flames.
"The Burrow!" he shouted, sure to wake up the Dursleys. He stepped into the flames, held tight his trunk, glasses and Hedwig's Cage, and was flown to the Weasley's home.
Ron was sitting impatiently on the couch, waiting for Harry to come. Beside him was Hermione and Ginny. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were near also. Harry suddenly appeared in their fire place and stumbled forward, covered in ash. He smiled and started to apologize for being late. Mr. Weasley shushed him and told him it was quite all right.
Ginny let out a tiny yelp when Harry came in to view. She blushed and left her brother and Hermione on the couch as she walked up to her room. Harry barely had time to give her a smile before she was off. Hermione hugged Harry and Ron started to wipe the dust off of him. They started talking like they always did, about Snape, Draco, how bad Gryffindor is going to beat Slytherin, and such.
Harry yawned, because they had been talking for about two hours. Mr. Weasley had fallen asleep, and Mrs. Weasley was almost there. She noticed when Harry yawned, though.
"Harry, dear, you must be exhausted. Er…since Hermione is staying in Ronald's room, would you mind if you stayed in Ginny's? It's the only other room that has enough room for another bed," Molly Weasley asked hopefully, even giving the puppy eyes.
Harry quickly turned and looked at Ron and raised an eyebrow. Ron shrugged and Harry turned and faces Mrs. Weasley. "Sure Mrs. Weasley. That would be fine with me." Actually, any bed would be fine with him, he just needed sleep. Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Hermione and Ron marched up the stairs. Harry and Ron were carrying Harry's trunk, neither of them had enough energy to carry it alone. Ron handed it to him as him and Hermione disappeared into his room. Harry was going to try to figure out what they were doing in there, but he decided it wasn't worth the vomit.
He knocked on Ginny's door and walked in. He plopped the trunk on the floor without making a noise, a realized that there was already a cot there for him. He noticed that Ginny was still sleeping, and pondered weather or not to wake her. He decided that he should, so he isn't woken up by a shriek of surprise on the morning. He walked over to her bed, and was about to place his hand on her shoulder, when he saw how beautiful she was when she slept. He sighed a heavy sigh involuntarily, which woke up Ginny.
Ginny gave his smug smile a weird look. Harry quickly recovered, and Ginny almost laughed. "Er…Ginny? I'm uh supposed to stay in your room. Uh…yeah…I really hope you don't mind."
"No, its ok Harry. Goodnight," she said and fell asleep again.
"Goodnight," he whispered to the again sleeping Ginny. He sighed again, this time not as heavy, and walked over to his bed. He shot a look at Ginny and though how he was going to change into his pajama's because, honestly, he usually slept with only boxers. I guess I'll…er…compromise tonight. He thought to himself. He just took his tee shirt off and got under the covers…
Disclaimer: Will the real JK Rowling please stand up? looks around ok, that didn't work…)
Chapter 1, To the Burrow!
"HARRY POTTER!!" shouted Vernon Dursley, as he looked at his over grown son, Dudley. "HARRY POTTER YOU MAKE HIM RIGHT!!!!"
For Dudley Dursley has a pig's tail coming out of his very big, fat bum. Harry was standing in the doorway, his uncle looking over Dudley to see him. Harry was doubled up with laughter as Dudley let out a painful oink. Dudley's face was beet red and he was howling because of the tail. Dursley was beet red of anger, and was howling at Harry what he was going to do to him.
Even though Dudley had made Harry furious, Harry was in a delightful mood right now. Seeing Dudley as a pig definitely helped his mood. Vernon was shouting things at him about how he would never see Hogwarts again, nor his friends, but Harry wasn't paying attention. For some reason, this summer Vernon and Petunia had been thrice as hard on Harry than past summers. Harry quickly learned to ignore them, they couldn't really do anything to him. They couldn't even try to keep him from Hogwarts, he realized, with Hagrid around. They couldn't physically hurt him, they'd be charged with abuse. (A/N: ok, I'm not sure about Great Britain, but across the pond they could be charged with Abuse. A lot.)
As Vernon was screaming, Harry just walked away. Seeing Dudley like that made up for what he said about Harry's parents. Fred and George Weasley taught him how to do that without being caught by the Ministry of Magic. It's the same way that odd things happened before Harry found out that he was a Wizard. When he gets mad, things just happen. Maybe not accidentally, but things just happen.
He walked up stairs and shouted down to them, "It will come off in a week! No worries!" with a smirk on his face. He hadn't been this smug since Hermione slapped Malfoy…
While Harry was having a grand time, Author Weasley realized something that is kind of odd, since he could have sworn that it wasn't, but the Dursley house was still connected to the Floo Network. Mr. Weasley told Ron, and Ron owled Harry right away, explaining. He sent Harry a pinch of Floo powder also, so he could come to the Burrow.
That day was Harry's fifteenth birthday. That event made his week. He walked up to him room and noticed Hedwig, Pig, and a strange owl that he knew was from Hogwarts was scratching on his window.. He quickly let the three in, laughing as Pig did a few speed laps around the room. Hedwig waited for Harry to untie the package and letter that was on her leg and flew to her cage for a drink. The Hogwarts owl let out a small screech to get his attention, soon after Harry took the letters from him. The owl ruffled its feathers and flew back out the window. Harry pursued Pig into a corner, where he caught him and untied the letter from Ron, which had a small leather pouch attached. He sat the two letters, pouch, and package on his bed, while Hedwig and Pig drank a little water from her cage. In a minutes notice, Pig sped out the window and back towards the Weasley's.
He opened the letter Hedwig carried, obviously from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How was summer? I'm here at Ron's house. Happy Birthday! I hope you like what I found you. Well, I'll see you when you get here.
Love from,
Hermione
When I get there? Harry asked in his mind. He looked at the letter weird for a moment, and realized that she must be talking about London or maybe the Hogwarts Express. He shrugged it off and looked at the package. It was rather large, and covered in parchment. He ripped at the covering to reveal the book Quidditch Through the Ages by Kenniworthy Whisp and a model of a Quidditch field, with movable players and balls. It said on the box that you could actually play a game of Quidditch, the red team against the green team. You set the levels of skills of each player, and how hard to catch the Snitch, wind conditions, how well the Keepers are. Harry smiled at this, he was longing to play Quidditch. Because of the Tri Wizard Tournament, he hadn't been off of his broom for this long.
With the thought of the Tri Wizard Tournament, Harry's heart sank. He looked at the box of the Quidditch Model, and remembered the last game of Quidditch Cedric Diggory ever played – and won over Gryffindor. He beat Harry at Quidditch, and won the heart of Cho. For some reason, since Cedric was murdered, he didn't think about Cho that much. Harry thought that it was all his fault that Cedric had died, and did not want to contact Cho. She would be furious with me. No, she would loath me. Harry thought to himself.
He looked again at the letter from Ron. He put the Quidditch Game down and opened his letter.
Harry,
Happy Birthday! Guess what I found out from Dad. It turns out that your house is still connected to the Floo Network! You can come over here! I know that you would want to, so I sent some Floo Powder with Pig. I'll give you your birthday present when you get here. See you soon!
Don't let the Muggles get you down!
-Ron
All Harry could do was smile. He was leaving the Dursley's again! YAY!!!!!!
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Harry stayed in his room the rest of the day. He opened the Quidditch game and looked at it, but he didn't set the levels of anything or started play. He pushed the players around, remembering the different plays, but he didn't prod it with his wand. He did not want to be caught for using magic. He still had two more years until he's not underage anymore.
He finished packing up his things and sat quietly waiting for the Dursley's to go to sleep. He checked his watch and thought of something. Did the Weasley's know when he was coming? He went over to Hedwig and woke her up. He scribbled a not to Ron saying that he would be at his house at eleven o'clock, three hours from now.
"Take this to Ron as fast as you can. Stay there, I'll be there soon," Harry whispered to Hedwig and stoked her back. She gave him a nip on his ear and was off.
Harry opened his Quidditch Through the Ages and started to read about the different as he stared at the clock on his bed board. It was almost ten- thirty. The Dursley's were asleep, so he started to lug his trunk down the stairs. He made more noise then he wished, but he got the job done without the Dursleys waking. It was already ten-fifty.
Harry started a fire in the fireplace the Muggle way, and it took a while. Matches do not like him. Neither do lighters. But, eventually, he started a fire. He was already late to get to the Weasleys, so he quickly threw the powder into the miniscule flames.
"The Burrow!" he shouted, sure to wake up the Dursleys. He stepped into the flames, held tight his trunk, glasses and Hedwig's Cage, and was flown to the Weasley's home.
Ron was sitting impatiently on the couch, waiting for Harry to come. Beside him was Hermione and Ginny. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were near also. Harry suddenly appeared in their fire place and stumbled forward, covered in ash. He smiled and started to apologize for being late. Mr. Weasley shushed him and told him it was quite all right.
Ginny let out a tiny yelp when Harry came in to view. She blushed and left her brother and Hermione on the couch as she walked up to her room. Harry barely had time to give her a smile before she was off. Hermione hugged Harry and Ron started to wipe the dust off of him. They started talking like they always did, about Snape, Draco, how bad Gryffindor is going to beat Slytherin, and such.
Harry yawned, because they had been talking for about two hours. Mr. Weasley had fallen asleep, and Mrs. Weasley was almost there. She noticed when Harry yawned, though.
"Harry, dear, you must be exhausted. Er…since Hermione is staying in Ronald's room, would you mind if you stayed in Ginny's? It's the only other room that has enough room for another bed," Molly Weasley asked hopefully, even giving the puppy eyes.
Harry quickly turned and looked at Ron and raised an eyebrow. Ron shrugged and Harry turned and faces Mrs. Weasley. "Sure Mrs. Weasley. That would be fine with me." Actually, any bed would be fine with him, he just needed sleep. Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Hermione and Ron marched up the stairs. Harry and Ron were carrying Harry's trunk, neither of them had enough energy to carry it alone. Ron handed it to him as him and Hermione disappeared into his room. Harry was going to try to figure out what they were doing in there, but he decided it wasn't worth the vomit.
He knocked on Ginny's door and walked in. He plopped the trunk on the floor without making a noise, a realized that there was already a cot there for him. He noticed that Ginny was still sleeping, and pondered weather or not to wake her. He decided that he should, so he isn't woken up by a shriek of surprise on the morning. He walked over to her bed, and was about to place his hand on her shoulder, when he saw how beautiful she was when she slept. He sighed a heavy sigh involuntarily, which woke up Ginny.
Ginny gave his smug smile a weird look. Harry quickly recovered, and Ginny almost laughed. "Er…Ginny? I'm uh supposed to stay in your room. Uh…yeah…I really hope you don't mind."
"No, its ok Harry. Goodnight," she said and fell asleep again.
"Goodnight," he whispered to the again sleeping Ginny. He sighed again, this time not as heavy, and walked over to his bed. He shot a look at Ginny and though how he was going to change into his pajama's because, honestly, he usually slept with only boxers. I guess I'll…er…compromise tonight. He thought to himself. He just took his tee shirt off and got under the covers…