"Touchdown!" said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. They
had landed next to a tumbledown garage in a small yard and Harry looked out
for the first time at Ron's house.
It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
"It's not much," said Ron.
"It's wonderful," said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.
They got out of the car.
"How, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for mom to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be all pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the – at the top"
Ron had gone a nasty greenish color, his eyes fixed on the house. The other three wheeled around.
Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.
"Ah," said Fred.
"Oh, dear," said George.
Mrs. Weasley came to halt in front of them, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket.
"So," she said.
"Morning, Mum," said George in what he clearly thought was a jaunty, winning voice.
"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper.
"Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to"
All three of Mrs. Weasley's sons were taller than she was but they cowered as her rage broke over them.
"Beds empty! No note! Car gone – could have crashed – out of my mind with worry – did you care? – never, as long as I've lived – you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble from Bill or Charlie or Percy"
It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry, who backed away.
"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she said. "Come in and have some breakfast."
"I don't blame you, dear," she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. "Arthur and I have been worried about you too." (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate)
At that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again."
"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."
By then, a girl clad in black boxer shorts and a matching tank top appeared. Rubbing her eyes, she asked, "What's with Ginny?"
Harry stared dumbfounded at the girl with the American accent. "Candice?"
"Harry?"
Satisfied that his assumptions were correct, he leapt up and swung her around in a circle.
A/N: ok, ^_^ I'm sorta rewritin' the books starting from the second. The beginning was all JK Rowling's so I take no credit. Only like the last five lines are mine. ^_^ lol anyways REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
"It's not much," said Ron.
"It's wonderful," said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.
They got out of the car.
"How, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for mom to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be all pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the – at the top"
Ron had gone a nasty greenish color, his eyes fixed on the house. The other three wheeled around.
Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.
"Ah," said Fred.
"Oh, dear," said George.
Mrs. Weasley came to halt in front of them, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket.
"So," she said.
"Morning, Mum," said George in what he clearly thought was a jaunty, winning voice.
"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper.
"Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to"
All three of Mrs. Weasley's sons were taller than she was but they cowered as her rage broke over them.
"Beds empty! No note! Car gone – could have crashed – out of my mind with worry – did you care? – never, as long as I've lived – you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble from Bill or Charlie or Percy"
It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry, who backed away.
"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she said. "Come in and have some breakfast."
"I don't blame you, dear," she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. "Arthur and I have been worried about you too." (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate)
At that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again."
"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."
By then, a girl clad in black boxer shorts and a matching tank top appeared. Rubbing her eyes, she asked, "What's with Ginny?"
Harry stared dumbfounded at the girl with the American accent. "Candice?"
"Harry?"
Satisfied that his assumptions were correct, he leapt up and swung her around in a circle.
A/N: ok, ^_^ I'm sorta rewritin' the books starting from the second. The beginning was all JK Rowling's so I take no credit. Only like the last five lines are mine. ^_^ lol anyways REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!