Harry-
Mum's gonna come by and pick you up Tuesday at 6:30 ("Tonight!" Harry thought) by a Portkey Dad set up. I guess she's gonna end in your room or something. I think Ginny's upset, because she can't marry a guy who's practically a brother, haha! Anyway, Mum'll get back apparating, she'll bring you with her. Percy still hasn't found a house, so you'll be sleeping in my room, at least for another year. See you Tuesday!
- Ron
P.S. You might want to improve your handwriting. Last time I thought the letter was from a guy named Hamy.
Ron-
Thanks for the advice. Although it hardly looks like Hamy. Tuesday is tonight! This is really awesome, no more Dudley! Thanks, I'll see you tonight!
-Harry
***
Harry paced around his room at 6:30. His aunt, uncle, a cousin were hiding in the kitchen. All, of a sudden, Mrs. Weasley appeared before him.
"Hello, dear!" she exclaimed, and gave him a hug. He got a little dizzy, and found when he broke away, he was in front of The Burrow.
"Now, don't worry, I'm going back to get your things!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"WUZZUP!!!!!!!!!!!" Fred came running out of the house. "Dad got a fellyvision, and there's this beer commercial...anyway, it's really cool! The people move and stuff. Muggle stuff is amazing!" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "That money is REALLY coming in handy. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes are on the market now! In Zonko's! We're making a fortune!"
Harry smiled. "Glad to hear it."
Ron came running out next.
"Hey! Guess what? You'll never guess who just sent me an owl!!!"
"Umm...Fluer?" Harry asked.
"I wish...Malfoy!"
"What?"
"Yeah, started some crap about how his father thought I was rude to him last year or something..." Ron trailed off.
All of a sudden, Severus Snape appeared before them, holding a very muddy Reebok shoe.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!" Snape screamed. "WEASLEY! POTTER! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING ME TO MALFOY'S HOUSE!!!!!!!"
"Good, because the first wives club is not being held here," sneered Fred.
"TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!" Snape shrieked. "I mean...ummm...Weasley, detention...I mean...urrggghhh!"
And he apparated off.
"I say, what a disturbed man!" barked Mr.Weasley, who had come outside.
"He's on Prozac," said Ron innocently.
"Pr-prozac?" stuttered Mr. Weasley. "What's that?"
"It's a muggle medicine for the mentally disturbed," replied Harry.
"Oh...come on, come inside, I'm going to cook something," said Mr. Weasley.
"He's going to ATTEMPT to cook," muttered Fred.
Harry walked through the door to his new home.
a/n: This was extremely stupid. The next part won't be funny. Ah. Did anyone notice that Harry's signature looked like Hamy in the 4th book? Or is it just me?
Mum's gonna come by and pick you up Tuesday at 6:30 ("Tonight!" Harry thought) by a Portkey Dad set up. I guess she's gonna end in your room or something. I think Ginny's upset, because she can't marry a guy who's practically a brother, haha! Anyway, Mum'll get back apparating, she'll bring you with her. Percy still hasn't found a house, so you'll be sleeping in my room, at least for another year. See you Tuesday!
- Ron
P.S. You might want to improve your handwriting. Last time I thought the letter was from a guy named Hamy.
Ron-
Thanks for the advice. Although it hardly looks like Hamy. Tuesday is tonight! This is really awesome, no more Dudley! Thanks, I'll see you tonight!
-Harry
***
Harry paced around his room at 6:30. His aunt, uncle, a cousin were hiding in the kitchen. All, of a sudden, Mrs. Weasley appeared before him.
"Hello, dear!" she exclaimed, and gave him a hug. He got a little dizzy, and found when he broke away, he was in front of The Burrow.
"Now, don't worry, I'm going back to get your things!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"WUZZUP!!!!!!!!!!!" Fred came running out of the house. "Dad got a fellyvision, and there's this beer commercial...anyway, it's really cool! The people move and stuff. Muggle stuff is amazing!" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "That money is REALLY coming in handy. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes are on the market now! In Zonko's! We're making a fortune!"
Harry smiled. "Glad to hear it."
Ron came running out next.
"Hey! Guess what? You'll never guess who just sent me an owl!!!"
"Umm...Fluer?" Harry asked.
"I wish...Malfoy!"
"What?"
"Yeah, started some crap about how his father thought I was rude to him last year or something..." Ron trailed off.
All of a sudden, Severus Snape appeared before them, holding a very muddy Reebok shoe.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!" Snape screamed. "WEASLEY! POTTER! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING ME TO MALFOY'S HOUSE!!!!!!!"
"Good, because the first wives club is not being held here," sneered Fred.
"TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!" Snape shrieked. "I mean...ummm...Weasley, detention...I mean...urrggghhh!"
And he apparated off.
"I say, what a disturbed man!" barked Mr.Weasley, who had come outside.
"He's on Prozac," said Ron innocently.
"Pr-prozac?" stuttered Mr. Weasley. "What's that?"
"It's a muggle medicine for the mentally disturbed," replied Harry.
"Oh...come on, come inside, I'm going to cook something," said Mr. Weasley.
"He's going to ATTEMPT to cook," muttered Fred.
Harry walked through the door to his new home.
a/n: This was extremely stupid. The next part won't be funny. Ah. Did anyone notice that Harry's signature looked like Hamy in the 4th book? Or is it just me?