Dedication: To Elena...my Spanish triplet! You dirty Mexican. Dweeb. Punk.
I can't believe you stole the smartness.
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Chapter 2: Arrival at the Burrow `*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-
Harry stood in front of the fireplace at 12 o'clock. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon were constantly peeking around the corner into the living room with fear. They were all quite afraid of people coming out of their fireplace, after what had happened before when the Weasleys had come to get him. After ten minutes, Harry finally decided to sit down. It looked as if Ron could take a while coming.
With a pop a dirty-looking Ron came out of the fireplace. Spotting Harry, he ran with excitement towards him and caught him in a strong, one- armed hug, "Ey mate. How's it going?" Harry, stepping back from Ron and, grinning, responded, "Pretty good. It'll be even better once we get out of here, let's go."
Ron handed him some floo powder and he threw it down into the fireplace, yelling loudly and clearly, "The Burrow." He was immediately swept off his feet and was twirling past ever-changing fireplaces with immense speed. He was just starting to feel sick when he slowed down and found himself tumbling out of a fireplace and into the Burrow. He decided that this was definitely his least favorite mode of travel. He stood up, steadying his dizzying body and trying to brush soot off himself when he was immediately thrown into a huge, warm hug by Molly Weasley, "Harry, darling, oh- it's so good to see you. You look sick. The floo can sometimes do that to you. Here, let's get you into the kitchen and fix you some tea. That should help you feel better. Come along now." She led him into the disorderly kitchen and sat him down at the table. "Harry, honey, you look absolutely famished. They haven't been starving you have they?" Harry grinned sheepishly, " No, ma'am."
"Well, that's good." Molly Weasley started busying herself in the kitchen. He finally got a chance to sit back and relax when all manner of Weasleys started pouring into the kitchen. Ron sat down next to him with his own cup of tea. George greeted him with a slap on the back, "Absolutely corking to see you, Harry." Fred added in, "Mum told us that you would be here, so we dropped in. Though we'll have to be getting back to our shop soon."
"By the way, how's that going?"
"Lucrative."
"No free samples by any chance?"
"Naw, Amy already took them all."
"Amy?"
"Our cousin."
"Oh yeah, I forgot she was here. Were is she?"
"Here." Came a voice from the doorway opposite Harry. He looked up and saw a girl with flaming red hair that had blond streaks all through it. She had fragile features and her ears seemed to be pierced at least five times on each side. She was wearing baggy jeans and worn down high tops. Her shirt was just short enough to show off some of her stomach, which consequently bore a pierced navel. She was the perfect description of what Aunt Petunia would define as a grungy, no-good, juvenile delinquent girl. For some reason that made Harry very happy. He felt a certain exhilaration from just being in the room with someone that his Aunt and Uncle would disapprove of so much. He was fairly certain they would, if they could see her, hate and fear her more than an ordinary witch. Harry got up and shook her hand vigorously, "It's nice to meet you, Amy." She looked at him oddly and casually said, "Yeah, you too."
"Well, we best be off. We've got the shop to attend to." Fred announced. "See you later Harry."
"See you later Fred and George."
Ginny walked into the room, "Hey Harry! Have a nice summer?"
"No, not really."
"Oh well. I'm sure it will get better."
Harry exchanged greetings with the rest of the Weasley family, shaking hands with Bill, Charlie, Arthur, and Percy. Finally, Ron took him up to his room to get settled in. "So, when's Hermione coming?"
"Tomorrow, I think."
"Excellent. It'll be great to have the three of us all back together. As long as you and Hermione lay off of fighting each other."
"You know we don't mean to."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, what'd you think of Amy?"
"She's exactly the kind of person the Dursley's would hate to know that anyone, even me, was associating with."
"So."
"So, I like her. Anything that spites the Dursley's makes me happy."
"But, it doesn't spite them. They bloody well don't know she exists."
"Oh. Stop ruining my fun."
"Dinner's ready. Wash up and come on down." Yelled Molly Weasley. Both boys got up and made there way to the bathroom.
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Please, please, please REVIEW!!!!!! It is much needed.
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Chapter 2: Arrival at the Burrow `*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-`*~'-
Harry stood in front of the fireplace at 12 o'clock. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon were constantly peeking around the corner into the living room with fear. They were all quite afraid of people coming out of their fireplace, after what had happened before when the Weasleys had come to get him. After ten minutes, Harry finally decided to sit down. It looked as if Ron could take a while coming.
With a pop a dirty-looking Ron came out of the fireplace. Spotting Harry, he ran with excitement towards him and caught him in a strong, one- armed hug, "Ey mate. How's it going?" Harry, stepping back from Ron and, grinning, responded, "Pretty good. It'll be even better once we get out of here, let's go."
Ron handed him some floo powder and he threw it down into the fireplace, yelling loudly and clearly, "The Burrow." He was immediately swept off his feet and was twirling past ever-changing fireplaces with immense speed. He was just starting to feel sick when he slowed down and found himself tumbling out of a fireplace and into the Burrow. He decided that this was definitely his least favorite mode of travel. He stood up, steadying his dizzying body and trying to brush soot off himself when he was immediately thrown into a huge, warm hug by Molly Weasley, "Harry, darling, oh- it's so good to see you. You look sick. The floo can sometimes do that to you. Here, let's get you into the kitchen and fix you some tea. That should help you feel better. Come along now." She led him into the disorderly kitchen and sat him down at the table. "Harry, honey, you look absolutely famished. They haven't been starving you have they?" Harry grinned sheepishly, " No, ma'am."
"Well, that's good." Molly Weasley started busying herself in the kitchen. He finally got a chance to sit back and relax when all manner of Weasleys started pouring into the kitchen. Ron sat down next to him with his own cup of tea. George greeted him with a slap on the back, "Absolutely corking to see you, Harry." Fred added in, "Mum told us that you would be here, so we dropped in. Though we'll have to be getting back to our shop soon."
"By the way, how's that going?"
"Lucrative."
"No free samples by any chance?"
"Naw, Amy already took them all."
"Amy?"
"Our cousin."
"Oh yeah, I forgot she was here. Were is she?"
"Here." Came a voice from the doorway opposite Harry. He looked up and saw a girl with flaming red hair that had blond streaks all through it. She had fragile features and her ears seemed to be pierced at least five times on each side. She was wearing baggy jeans and worn down high tops. Her shirt was just short enough to show off some of her stomach, which consequently bore a pierced navel. She was the perfect description of what Aunt Petunia would define as a grungy, no-good, juvenile delinquent girl. For some reason that made Harry very happy. He felt a certain exhilaration from just being in the room with someone that his Aunt and Uncle would disapprove of so much. He was fairly certain they would, if they could see her, hate and fear her more than an ordinary witch. Harry got up and shook her hand vigorously, "It's nice to meet you, Amy." She looked at him oddly and casually said, "Yeah, you too."
"Well, we best be off. We've got the shop to attend to." Fred announced. "See you later Harry."
"See you later Fred and George."
Ginny walked into the room, "Hey Harry! Have a nice summer?"
"No, not really."
"Oh well. I'm sure it will get better."
Harry exchanged greetings with the rest of the Weasley family, shaking hands with Bill, Charlie, Arthur, and Percy. Finally, Ron took him up to his room to get settled in. "So, when's Hermione coming?"
"Tomorrow, I think."
"Excellent. It'll be great to have the three of us all back together. As long as you and Hermione lay off of fighting each other."
"You know we don't mean to."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, what'd you think of Amy?"
"She's exactly the kind of person the Dursley's would hate to know that anyone, even me, was associating with."
"So."
"So, I like her. Anything that spites the Dursley's makes me happy."
"But, it doesn't spite them. They bloody well don't know she exists."
"Oh. Stop ruining my fun."
"Dinner's ready. Wash up and come on down." Yelled Molly Weasley. Both boys got up and made there way to the bathroom.
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Please, please, please REVIEW!!!!!! It is much needed.