A/N: i dont nun of this stuff, cause if i did, i would be J.K. rowling, Queen of all HP sutff. But im not, and i hope you'll read and rev. NEways. Thx...
" We'o'come to de hows' ov Bricklersten. Wha't room du' yo' wishta port to?" the troll
faked a smile. Harry figured he'd been working all day, and was very tired.
" Weasley, please"
" Arthur Weasley? Right this way then." the troll smiled again, but seemed to
enjoy Harry's company. Harry wanted to make up for any earlier hassles, so he pulled out
his Firebolt.
" Excuse me, but you look rather tired, wold you like a ride?" Harry asked, the
troll turned, and beamed a huge, but real, smile at him.
" 'Oos accompany am I in the pleasure of riding wiff?" the troll asked heartily as
he lifted himself onto the broom in front of Harry.
" Harry Potter, sir." Harry felt the broom kick off about three feet from the
ground. He looked strait ahead.
"The 'Arry Potter?" Harry felt the troll began to gaze at his forehead, where his
lightning mark turned as red as his cheeks.
"Uh, turn here?" Harry interupted the troll's train of thought, they sped down a
slope, an came to a gargantious garden. A high brick way, could't have held the view
from the gate. Billows of enchanted plants Harry had never seen, although some he
recignized from Professor Sprout's herbology class, flowed over the wall, making the
garden seem like a overflowing teacup. The troll, turned to Harry, and held up one hand,
still holding to the broom tightly. Harry figured he hadn't been on a broom that often.
" E'rs whe'er we ge' ov. Dis garden was reserved for the Weasley Faminly
reuniun, right? I don' think, sir, tha' you're a Weasley. Ya 'Aven't got the 'air." The troll
chuckled to himself, thanked Harry once more, then hopped off and began walking back.
Harry realized that the troll meant, he didn't have hair, as in the red hair, all Weasleys
share. His own was jet black. His mind zapped back to the ivory gate, as it too tryed
contain the ivy struggling over it.
Harry walked up to the gate, but saw no handle, no latch, and no lock. He looked
at it, pulled gently on it, and stood back. He couldn't see anybody, so he looked behind
him. The troll was gone, and no one was in sight. He knew a charm, that could get him
inside, but the only way for it too work would be to blast the gate to pieces. He tried
looking for a inbox, a box muggles use to talk to people before the come inside their
homes.
Harry walked up to a nitch, pushed a stone on the wall, and said timidly "Hello?
Can I come in." Suddenly, the gate jiggled, up, then down. It took a minute for Harry to
realize, that it was laughing.
The gate chuckled, so Harry could hear. "My dear, haven't had such a good laugh
since the muggles tryed to ram me, an someone disaperated me. Whoo!" The gate
continued, "If you wanted to come in, why didn't y'all ask me, you look like a nice boy, I
would have let you on in. No trouble at all." As the gate said this, its hinges twisted, and
the gate arched back ward and opened. The gate reminded him vaguely of Mrs. Weasley
herself.
Harry quickley darted under the gate and walked on. The garden was even more
breathtaking inside. To his left was a flower garden, with roses and violets that were six
feet tall and looked as though it could eat him in one bite. To his right was a towering
hedge. He gazed in awe torwards the center of the garden, where an enormous white
filled with an ocean of red heads.
"The Weasley family reuniun" muttered Harry, still gaping. Few of the red heads
turned to glance at the new arriver, but most continued talking and laughing. Harry
noticed one peticular red head begin running towards him. As he came closerHarry
realized it was Ron Weasley. Beside the bobbing red hair, was a brown haired girl. This
of coarse was Hermione. Long-Legged Ron reached Harry first, but both were extremely
out of breath.
"Finnaly," panted Ron. "I thought you'ld never get here!" Behind him, Hermoine,
gasping, nodded in approval.
A loud bang shot throught the air. Hermoine jumped a good three feet in the air,
and cried, "What the hell was that?" Ron looked smug, knowing it had scared her.
"The firecrackers are going off!" called Ron as a set of shots filled the air. Ron
pushed Harry foreward, and Hermoine struggled to run after them. When she finally
caught up with them, they were struggling to see the firecrackers over the swelling mass
of family.
Harry peered over the shoulder of the man in front of him. The man turned to give
him an off look. Harry began to looking around for a place for them to see the fireworks
above the crowd. They would surly not be able to all fit onto Harry's broom, so they
could not fly up. Harry began to glance at the tall hedges, when Hermoine grabbed his
hand and began tugging on it.
"Come on, maybe there will be an opening by the hedge, or maybe a ladder. Hey
Ron, come on." She pushed past the others and began running over to the hedges.
"Do you think we can go inside that...thing?" Hermoine asked turning to Ron and
letting go of Harry.
"Don't see why not. I've never been in here, it wasn't here the last time we
came." Ron nodded off. He went over to the edge of the hedge and leaned inside. "It's
just a hallway that leads to another opening, I think."
Harry walked inside. Looking at the bush as he went along. A voice interrupted
his thoughts.
"Who is there?" a voice called out.
Harry spun around to find the walkway vacant, and turned back to a wide-eyed
Hermoine and trembling Ron. "Who said that?" he asked, his voice quivering.
"I said that, who are you?" the voice inquired.
Harry kept peering suspiciously at the end of the hallway.
Ron called out "Why should we? I bet you won't even come out!" Hermoine
elbowed him and he shut up, seeing Harry's nervous glare.
"Oh, brave one, then why don't you come in?" the voice snapped. Ron froze, and
leaned back against the bush, making it look like it was swallowing him whole. Harry
motioned for them to follow him further to the edge of the hall.
Harry leaned over and whispered, "Ron, stay here unless I tell you to come.
Hermoine if something happens," he paused to lick his lips, " Go get the Fred and
George." Both Hermoine and Ron nodded in approval.
Slowly Harry made his was around the corner of the bush. He looked out into an
open field, totally surrounded by a wall of bush. There, on the other side of the field,
stood a figure dressed in a billowing robe of pure black. It was looking through some sort
of a window. Harry stepped back and motioned to his friends to follow him. Silently, they
crept up behind him and leaned out to see.
Harry straightened up and began walking silently toward the completely
stationary figure. Hermoine and Ron followed at his heels. When they came closer, they
saw why the figure was it was so still. There, in the bush, was a hole, in which it was
watching the fireworks. Ron coming up behind Hermione looked at the window.
"Cool idea" he said, then slapped a hand over his mouth, as the others turned to
give him a shocked stare.
Suddenly the figure spun around and whipped out a wand pointing it strait at
Harry's face.
All three froze in place. The figure was dressed in all black, and a hood hid it's
face. The wand swiveled to Hermoine's face. She in turn gasped.
"I am rather surprised at you Hermoine. I never knew you and your friends could
be scared." the figure moved its wand to Ron. "This must be Ron, you are so much like
your family, no? And of course, that leaves this one-," its wand swiveled back to Harry,
"To be Harry. I am sorry I have forgotten your last name, forgive me."
Harry's face turned to puzzlement, was it going to kill them or sit around in a
memory session. How did it know them? He remembered his wand in his robe pocket,
and lowered his hand.
"I wouldn't try anything, Harry. I am surprised you haven't recognized me,
Hermoine. I am sorry I haven't given you enough description yet." the figure whipped its
hood backward.
Harry's jaw dropped. There was the girl who had helped him get the feather back
from Draco.
