Chapter Two:
"He got in!" shouted a middle aged man with ruffled black hair, glasses and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The Scar was slightly fading, but still there. "What position?" said a ginger-haired woman who was holding a dish cloth. "Seeker, he obviously inherited my brilliant seeker skills!" said the man, who was now scanning the letter that had just come through the window. "Well that's amazing Harry, isn't it? Aren't you proud for your son?" said the red-haired girl. As Harry nodded, the front door which was a fine oak brown colour, opened. Standing there was a small, ginger haired, miniature version of the women. As tears fell down her eyes, the girl said: "Mummy Potter…" she wailed, dropping a small child's broomstick, which Harry then ran over to, before it landed on a small fluffy black cat. "Ginny," he said picking up the broom. "Tend to Lily". As Lily's tears fell to the ground, Ginny walked over to Lily, and crouched down so she was at the same level. Suddenly, Ginny drew her wand out sympathetically and aimed to a rather large cut down the front of Lily's right leg, and said; "Episkey!". The cut healed instantly, and her leg became spotless. As Lily ran upstairs, a quiet sqwark was heard from outside. As they both walked towards the sound, a small brown owl flew through the window, and perched itself on a bookcase. As it sat, a letter dropped. "It's Pigwiddeon." Harry said as he picked up the letter.
"Dear Harry, George's shop has been attacked. Diagon Alley, no time to explain, you're needed.
Ron"
Harry threw the letter into Ginny's hand, and grabbed his thick black coat. "George's shop has been attacked. I'm needed." said Harry, opening the door. "Keep Lily at Susan's next door. I'm guessing you'll want to come…" Ginny smiled and called down Lily. Lily came running down the stairs, with a worried look on her face. "Is everything ok?" she inquired. "Yes, everything's fine." Ginny responded, putting on her coat. Dragging Lily out of the door, she walked her across the road and rang the doorbell of "Susan's" house. Strangely, nobody came to the door, and for a while they were standing outside. "Hurry!" Harry shouted. Ginny then gave up, and walked back over to Harry. "She'll have to come." Ginny explained. "She can't. It's too dangerous." Harry snapped. "Then I'll stay, I'll wait until I can find someone, then I'll follow you." Ginny said. Harry nodded, and span around thinking of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. Harry felt himself lift off the ground, like the first time he rode his Firebolt. As he apparated from Little Whinging, all that was left of Harry's previous location, was a little puff of smoke.