So, I'm sitting in my room, just chillin', (with the apostrophe and everything) and suddenly, out of the blue this rabid plot weasel comes out of nowhere. And yes, I got a very good look at it, and it was a weasel, not a bunny. So, now I've got a rabid plot weasel attacking me, and my mind goes blank save for one haunting sentence that replays along my consciousness...
Why the bloody hell a Weasel?
Anyway, when I recovered from the shock, I rushed to my laptop to get rid of the thing. I mean, you've gotta appease the weasels. So I open word and start typing. This is the result. It's not good, it's not pretty, but hey, at least the weasel's gone. (And seriously, how was I supposed to concentrate with a bloody weasel at my throat? At least the bunnies are cute, but I just can't operate under that kind of pressure!)
I don't own Harry Potter. And while I'm at it, I'd like to state that Ron Weasely is in no way affiliated with the weasel who attacked me.
Harry stared as if in a trance at the grain that flowed over the worn table at which he sat. Fruitlessly, he tried to block out the kitchen of twelve Grimauld place which surrounded him, and lose himself in the grain of the table.
He hated it here. It practically reeked of Sirius. Sirius visiting Buckbeak upstairs. Sirius yelling at his mother's portrait to shut up. Sirius yelling at Kreacher. Sirius sitting alone at this very same table, staring at the grain.
Harry stood up quickly and paced out of the kitchen and into the front hall. Sirius running through the front door to save him from death eaters. To go to his death. Harry turned around and strode back into the kitchen. He fell heavily into his chair, and stared this time into the mug of tea he had been drinking. It was getting cold.
Merlin he hated it here.
It was September eighteenth of what was supposed to be his seventh year of Hogwarts. Eighteen days into what was supposed to be a search for Horcruxes, but eighteen days later and he still felt hallow about not going back. Was he doing right? Wouldn't he need all the education he could get to fight Voldemort in the end? Dumbledore had proved that anyone can destroy a Horcrux, but only Harry could face and defeat Voldemort. And then he had dragged his best friends with him. Was this right?
But that wasn't really what was bothering him. He knew he had to do this. It was that Hogwarts was the only home he'd ever had, and he might never see it again.
Shaking his head, Harry picked up the mug and held it up, considering it. It might be cold, but the way he'd been sleeping, he needed the caffeine. Sipping it, he grimaced. Maybe there was some charm he could use... CRASH!
He had fumbled the tea, not relishing the unpleasant cold brown liquid now dripping down his front and the ceramic mug fell with a smash to the floor. The cause of this clumsiness took a few jilted steps out of the fire before brushing the ash off her robes and out of her long bright red hair.
"Ginny!" he gasped, before going brick red and attempting sop up his front with the dry part of his robes. Needless to say, this did no good. "You're supposed to be at school!"
"As are you." she observed.
"But, you didn't qui-"
"No, Harry I didn't-"
"Then why are you here?"
"Where are Ron and Hermione?"
"Upstairs, probably snogging the daylights out of each other. But don't ask, cause they'll deny it if you do."
Harry knew something was very wrong when she didn't laugh. She didn't comment. She didn't smile. She just looked nervous.
"Ginny why are you here?"
She bit her lip. "I overheard McGonagal talking to someone that they got some information on an attack that's going to happen today. On some muggle school. She said there weren't enough order members to save it. She didn't know what to do."
Harry ran to the base of the stairs.
"RON! HERMIONE! WE HAVE AN EMERGANCY!" he shrieked to the upper floors. He heard a scrambling in one of the bedrooms as he strode back to Ginny.
"We've got to leave now" she was saying.
"Where is- What do you mean we?" Harry stared at her in surprise, as if the thought hadn't even occurred to him.
"Why do you think I'm here? You think I'd just play messenger and come tell the big kids where to find the death eaters? Come on Harry. You know me better than that. With you out of school there's a new opening for a hero complex. Maybe you rubbed off on me." The last line stood like a challenge, as if Ginny were daring Harry to stop her from doing exactly what he would have done.
They stood and stared each other down for only a moment, which tension stretched out for so long, Harry couldn't believe Ron and Hermione weren't down yet when it ended.
"How are you getting there?" asked Harry finally.
"You're apparating me. Besides picking up a couple more recruits, that's why I'm here."
"And if I refuse?"
Ginny actually had the nerve to laugh.
"Then I don't tell you where this school place is."
"But people could die-"
"Then you better apparate me."
There was another silence. This one was more awkward then tense. Harry almost laughed when a disheveled Ron and Hermione clattered loudly through the door brandishing wands.
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry took charge immediately. "Death eater attack on some muggle school. Not enough order members who aren't already fighting somewhere. Ginny came to tell us about it. Yes she's coming Ron, and we can't stop her, believe me, I tried, so just shut up about it. She can take care of herself. Ginny grab my arm and tell me where to go."
Ginny smiled and took the offered arm as if he were escorting her to a ball.
"Hang on Ginny" Hermione put in "if they're short on Order members, why didn't you bring any of the DA?"
"They're meeting us there" said Ginny. "I was the only one who knew how to find Grimauld place." (AN: working under the assumption that it was put under another fidelius charm after Dumbledore died)
Harry nodded. "Still waiting for somewhere to go, Gin."
"Oh yeah, Er, someplace in Surrey, I think. Called Stonewall high"
Ron and Hermione dissaparated with small pops, but Harry stayed rooted to the spot.
"Harry?" questioned Ginny, perplexed.
He simply shook his head slightly and turned on the spot, feeling the unpleasant squeezing as if through a tube, before finding himself in the cool September air, a few meters away from the school he would have attended if he wasn't a wizard.
Short, Fat and Ugly... Not my best work, but I really like the Idea for the story. This isn't done, it is merely an intro. Hopefully the next chapter will be better, because it wont be two in the morning. Flame me whatever, I don't care. Just bloody well review all you people who browse but never buy. Weird connection but I'm asleep. Forgive me.