A/N: It's a new year! Joey's back, and so is Harry! Now, this should be some fun. ;) Harry gets a b-day party 'n everything! Joey gets an important role in the books, btw. Just so you didn't know.
Disclaimer: HP5, Chpt. 5. I wish I did tho.
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Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter 1-The Magical Birthday
Harry Potter, a short and skinny 16th year old, was lying on his bed with his lamp on. He was waiting for his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, to deliver owls for him to wish him Happy Birthday. He knew that he was going to see them for his birthday 'get together', but he couldn't wait. Joey had already been over to say Happy Birthday with him, and they went out to buy ice-cream from the local corner store. Dudley was horribly afraid everytime she came over; he thought she was going to curse him with a spell. Joey insisted on paying, but it was Harry that won that fight.
"Harry! C'mon, lemme pay for the ice-creams!" Joey insisted.
"Joey, the Dursleys have finally given me muggle pocket money! They haven't done that in over sixteen years! C'mon, just let me buy 'em!" Harry strongly disagreed. Even though it was going to be his birthday tomorrow, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he had muggle money-pocket money.
"Excuse me, are you going to buy those or what?" said the cashier. "If so, I'm still waiting for five pounds and..."
"Here. Keep the change!" Harry slammed the money on the counter and he and Joey took off.
"You wouldn't just let me pay for it, would you? It's your birthday; you shouldn't be spending it all on me and you!" Joey scolded as they were walking back to Privet Drive. They told Joey's parents that they were going to the park, and the Dursleys didn't care about what Harry did, just as long as he got out of the way. Mr. Dursley was getting accustomed to his new boss; he was in such a good these days that he even remembered Harry's birthday and allowed to have a small party with his Hogwarts friends, but he didn't allow mention of his abnormal-ness. When Aunt Marge came to visit, Harry was immediately sent over to the Wei's, where they worshipped him and didn't treat him like dirt. Joey and he went out most often and met Dudley along the way, where he and his gang would usually try to tease them.
They didn't feel like going to the mall today: it was too hot and sunny to spend all day inside an air-conditioned building. They instead got together and spent the day counting the total of muggle money Harry had gotten over the summer, then bought cones. They parted ways when they saw Privet Drive in view.
Harry looked out the window, and gave up trying to look for Pigwidgeon, the small owl Ron had gotten during the end of third year. He went to his bed and turned off his light, when a little small grey bludger hit him smack in the face.
"Ow...hey, Pig!" Harry tried franctically to try and catch the small grey bird; it had hit him right in the middle of his face, where his nose had been. It was clicking and hooting very loudly, and Harry was concentrating on two things at once: whether the Dursley were awake and trying to get Pig in his hand. A few minutes later, he managed to catch it without the Dursleys waking up. He had placed it in Hedwig's cage, where it got overexcited and nipped Hedwig in the wing, which got her really angry. Harry was too busy reading the letter Ron and Hermione had sent him.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday, Hermione's here as well. We'll both be there by 1:00, with Dad's new contraption. We'll be arriving by front door, hope to see you and Joey!
Ron (and Hermione)
Harry read the note with glee, then sent the little grey owl back to the Burrow, which made Hedwig happy again. Harry took off his glasses, closed the cage that contained Hedwig, and went to sleep, excited that he was going to have a real birthday-at last.
~::|::~
Harry woke up early that morning, and to Harry's surprise, found that the Dursleys had actually given him a card, and a ten pence piece. He knew it was going to be a joyous day.
He ate breakfast, and wondered why time went so slowly when there was nothing to do. Joey arrived at lunchtime, with a very big parcel wrapped in paper that blinked "Happy Birthday!" Joey paid him back for the cones that he bought yesturday, and waited for Ron and Hermione to arrive.
When they did arrive, however, Mr. Dursley found a very big surprise-Ron and Hermione had come by a big flying bus.
"POTTER! COME DOWN AT ONCE!" shouted Uncle Vernon, which made Joey jump at least twenty feet. Harry rushed down the stairs.
"Your little friends have arrived. And look what they brought with them." Mr. Dursley pointed at the big yellow school bus that was hovering over the door. "Now, might I say, is this?" Harry saw Ron and Hermione giggling (giggling? for a boy? now datz queer...), and Mr. Wei coming out of the house and yelling "WEASLEY!" to a surprised looking Mr. Weasley, who, in fact, was driving the bus.
"Sir, please, it's just a flying school bus. Mr. Weasley ma-"Harry made a gesture"turned it like that so it could get us here." Hermione explained.
"Well, I shall go have a talk with this Mr. Weasley, won't I?" said Mr. Dursley in a very annoying way. Harry made signs so that Ron and Hermione would come upstairs with him while he had the chance. When they entered his room, Joey said hi to both of them, and waved.
"What happened?" she asked almost immediately.
"Your father had to deal with Mr. Weasley's flying (Harry was trying hard not to laugh) bus." said Harry.
"You mean...your father...Ministry?" squeaked Ron. Now he knew what would happen to his father-another enquiry at work.
"Yes, and he'll probably have a fit when he sees your father. He knows everything, that he does. Especially when he's the vice-Minister." explained Joey. "He was the Minister of Magic in Canada, mind you." Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked surprised. Ron looked really surprised, because his father would surely get it this time.
"Anyway, what do you want to do? There's really nothing to do here...I mean, it's the Dursleys house. Unless you want to go to the local mall, which has nothing in it either." said Harry. He had never really thought about what they actually were going to do today.
"We should just stay here, or something like that." said Hermione. And that they did. They talked for a few hours, then got lunch and ate in Harry's room. Mrs. Dursley baked Harry a miniscule cake(Well, it was about the size of the DQ cakes that serve four people) and they ate it quickly, then opened presents. Joey had gotten him models of the Silver Arrow and the Firebolt brooms. Hermione got him a copy of 'Great Quidditch Tactics' from Diagon Alley, and Ron managed to save up for a replica of the Quaffle, Bludger, and Snitch together, which went with the Snitch and Broomstick model that Ron got him last year. Harry got so over-excited with the Silver Arrow and Firebolt models that he almost bumped Hedwig's cage onto the floor.
"Harry, can I talk with you...outside?" Ron asked. Harry nodded, and went out into the hallway. Hermione and Joey both shrugged.
"Ron, what is it?" Harry asked, frustrated.
"What's is it? It's you, Harry, ever since last year, when she came! You're spending more time with her thnan you are with me. And I'm your best friend. What's gotten into you? It's not like you, Harry, and you know it." Ron argued. Harry knew he had to put up a fight with this one.
"Ok, Ron, remember what I told you last year? About...well, you know." Harry whispered.
"Yes, Harry, I do remember. About when-"
"No, Ron, not that! That was on accident. When I didn't know that, well, you know."
"I remember very well, Harry, and I don't know what you see in her! I mean, for all we know, she could be You-Know-Who's servant!"
"She wouldn't, and she's not! Believe me! It's...her." Harry stared at the floor.
"Well, what is it about her?"
"Her hair..."
"It was cut by Muggle barbers."
"Those teeth..."
"Muggle dentists."
"Ron, I get it already. Now do you see? Ever since Dean died...all she..."
"Harry, I get it. And I understand your situation.
"It's not like you, Ron, I can never get the courage to tell her...you know."
"And you don't have to, Harry, just be yourself. Maybe she will like you. Let's go back in." Ron winked at Harry, and then re-entered the room, only to see Joey and Hermione stuff big wads of cotton in their ears, using their wands as quills, so they could write messages to each other. They also singing incredibly loud and off-tune, so that they couldn't hear the conversation. Harry and Ron had to snap their fingers so that they would stop.
"You done? So fast? Wow." Joey said sarcastically. Hermione and Joey giggled, and found that Harry's desk was littered with burnt pieces of parchment. They spent a few more hours talking, then Ron and Hermione had to head off. Joey left too, leaving Harry with three very good presents and a happy day.
Disclaimer: HP5, Chpt. 5. I wish I did tho.
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Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter 1-The Magical Birthday
Harry Potter, a short and skinny 16th year old, was lying on his bed with his lamp on. He was waiting for his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, to deliver owls for him to wish him Happy Birthday. He knew that he was going to see them for his birthday 'get together', but he couldn't wait. Joey had already been over to say Happy Birthday with him, and they went out to buy ice-cream from the local corner store. Dudley was horribly afraid everytime she came over; he thought she was going to curse him with a spell. Joey insisted on paying, but it was Harry that won that fight.
"Harry! C'mon, lemme pay for the ice-creams!" Joey insisted.
"Joey, the Dursleys have finally given me muggle pocket money! They haven't done that in over sixteen years! C'mon, just let me buy 'em!" Harry strongly disagreed. Even though it was going to be his birthday tomorrow, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he had muggle money-pocket money.
"Excuse me, are you going to buy those or what?" said the cashier. "If so, I'm still waiting for five pounds and..."
"Here. Keep the change!" Harry slammed the money on the counter and he and Joey took off.
"You wouldn't just let me pay for it, would you? It's your birthday; you shouldn't be spending it all on me and you!" Joey scolded as they were walking back to Privet Drive. They told Joey's parents that they were going to the park, and the Dursleys didn't care about what Harry did, just as long as he got out of the way. Mr. Dursley was getting accustomed to his new boss; he was in such a good these days that he even remembered Harry's birthday and allowed to have a small party with his Hogwarts friends, but he didn't allow mention of his abnormal-ness. When Aunt Marge came to visit, Harry was immediately sent over to the Wei's, where they worshipped him and didn't treat him like dirt. Joey and he went out most often and met Dudley along the way, where he and his gang would usually try to tease them.
They didn't feel like going to the mall today: it was too hot and sunny to spend all day inside an air-conditioned building. They instead got together and spent the day counting the total of muggle money Harry had gotten over the summer, then bought cones. They parted ways when they saw Privet Drive in view.
Harry looked out the window, and gave up trying to look for Pigwidgeon, the small owl Ron had gotten during the end of third year. He went to his bed and turned off his light, when a little small grey bludger hit him smack in the face.
"Ow...hey, Pig!" Harry tried franctically to try and catch the small grey bird; it had hit him right in the middle of his face, where his nose had been. It was clicking and hooting very loudly, and Harry was concentrating on two things at once: whether the Dursley were awake and trying to get Pig in his hand. A few minutes later, he managed to catch it without the Dursleys waking up. He had placed it in Hedwig's cage, where it got overexcited and nipped Hedwig in the wing, which got her really angry. Harry was too busy reading the letter Ron and Hermione had sent him.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday, Hermione's here as well. We'll both be there by 1:00, with Dad's new contraption. We'll be arriving by front door, hope to see you and Joey!
Ron (and Hermione)
Harry read the note with glee, then sent the little grey owl back to the Burrow, which made Hedwig happy again. Harry took off his glasses, closed the cage that contained Hedwig, and went to sleep, excited that he was going to have a real birthday-at last.
~::|::~
Harry woke up early that morning, and to Harry's surprise, found that the Dursleys had actually given him a card, and a ten pence piece. He knew it was going to be a joyous day.
He ate breakfast, and wondered why time went so slowly when there was nothing to do. Joey arrived at lunchtime, with a very big parcel wrapped in paper that blinked "Happy Birthday!" Joey paid him back for the cones that he bought yesturday, and waited for Ron and Hermione to arrive.
When they did arrive, however, Mr. Dursley found a very big surprise-Ron and Hermione had come by a big flying bus.
"POTTER! COME DOWN AT ONCE!" shouted Uncle Vernon, which made Joey jump at least twenty feet. Harry rushed down the stairs.
"Your little friends have arrived. And look what they brought with them." Mr. Dursley pointed at the big yellow school bus that was hovering over the door. "Now, might I say, is this?" Harry saw Ron and Hermione giggling (giggling? for a boy? now datz queer...), and Mr. Wei coming out of the house and yelling "WEASLEY!" to a surprised looking Mr. Weasley, who, in fact, was driving the bus.
"Sir, please, it's just a flying school bus. Mr. Weasley ma-"Harry made a gesture"turned it like that so it could get us here." Hermione explained.
"Well, I shall go have a talk with this Mr. Weasley, won't I?" said Mr. Dursley in a very annoying way. Harry made signs so that Ron and Hermione would come upstairs with him while he had the chance. When they entered his room, Joey said hi to both of them, and waved.
"What happened?" she asked almost immediately.
"Your father had to deal with Mr. Weasley's flying (Harry was trying hard not to laugh) bus." said Harry.
"You mean...your father...Ministry?" squeaked Ron. Now he knew what would happen to his father-another enquiry at work.
"Yes, and he'll probably have a fit when he sees your father. He knows everything, that he does. Especially when he's the vice-Minister." explained Joey. "He was the Minister of Magic in Canada, mind you." Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked surprised. Ron looked really surprised, because his father would surely get it this time.
"Anyway, what do you want to do? There's really nothing to do here...I mean, it's the Dursleys house. Unless you want to go to the local mall, which has nothing in it either." said Harry. He had never really thought about what they actually were going to do today.
"We should just stay here, or something like that." said Hermione. And that they did. They talked for a few hours, then got lunch and ate in Harry's room. Mrs. Dursley baked Harry a miniscule cake(Well, it was about the size of the DQ cakes that serve four people) and they ate it quickly, then opened presents. Joey had gotten him models of the Silver Arrow and the Firebolt brooms. Hermione got him a copy of 'Great Quidditch Tactics' from Diagon Alley, and Ron managed to save up for a replica of the Quaffle, Bludger, and Snitch together, which went with the Snitch and Broomstick model that Ron got him last year. Harry got so over-excited with the Silver Arrow and Firebolt models that he almost bumped Hedwig's cage onto the floor.
"Harry, can I talk with you...outside?" Ron asked. Harry nodded, and went out into the hallway. Hermione and Joey both shrugged.
"Ron, what is it?" Harry asked, frustrated.
"What's is it? It's you, Harry, ever since last year, when she came! You're spending more time with her thnan you are with me. And I'm your best friend. What's gotten into you? It's not like you, Harry, and you know it." Ron argued. Harry knew he had to put up a fight with this one.
"Ok, Ron, remember what I told you last year? About...well, you know." Harry whispered.
"Yes, Harry, I do remember. About when-"
"No, Ron, not that! That was on accident. When I didn't know that, well, you know."
"I remember very well, Harry, and I don't know what you see in her! I mean, for all we know, she could be You-Know-Who's servant!"
"She wouldn't, and she's not! Believe me! It's...her." Harry stared at the floor.
"Well, what is it about her?"
"Her hair..."
"It was cut by Muggle barbers."
"Those teeth..."
"Muggle dentists."
"Ron, I get it already. Now do you see? Ever since Dean died...all she..."
"Harry, I get it. And I understand your situation.
"It's not like you, Ron, I can never get the courage to tell her...you know."
"And you don't have to, Harry, just be yourself. Maybe she will like you. Let's go back in." Ron winked at Harry, and then re-entered the room, only to see Joey and Hermione stuff big wads of cotton in their ears, using their wands as quills, so they could write messages to each other. They also singing incredibly loud and off-tune, so that they couldn't hear the conversation. Harry and Ron had to snap their fingers so that they would stop.
"You done? So fast? Wow." Joey said sarcastically. Hermione and Joey giggled, and found that Harry's desk was littered with burnt pieces of parchment. They spent a few more hours talking, then Ron and Hermione had to head off. Joey left too, leaving Harry with three very good presents and a happy day.