Alchemist Meets Wizards
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Chapter Two
They pulled on their jeans and shirt (Ron wondered how the zipper worked, naturally).
"I can't figure out how to work this thing," he said, frustrated.
"You see that little thingy hanging on the thing that's called a zipper? Yeah. So you hold that hanging little thingy and push it upwards and when you hear a zipping sound, heck, you've got it right," Harry said.
"Oh! Is that why it's called zipper – because it makes that zipping sound that annoys Hermione?" Ron asked
"Dunno," said Harry impassively.
Hermione's head poked through the door. "If you slowpokes don't hurry up, because if you don't notice it is 2:00 and the party is bound to start at 4:30, I will personally drag you to the Weasleys' to Floo even if you aren't done dressing yet."
"Hermione. It. Is. Still. Two. O. Clock. Get. Real. There. Are. Still. Two. More. Hours. And. A. Half. To. Go. Until. Four. Thirty. P. M," Harry said slowly.
"Yes. I. Know. And. You. Are. Not. The. Least. Hurrying. Up," Hermione mimicked, annoyed.
Ron was equally annoyed. "You. Two. Shut. Up."
And they did.
Harry started talking normally. "Look, Hermione, it's still two o' clock. If we go there we'd be way too early and we'd be bored to death. Literally – it happened to me once. I almost died of boredom."
Hermione sighed impatiently. "Don't you get it? That's why I'm bringing One Thousand Ways to Kill Boredom with 1,000 chapters in it. I'm currently in Chapter 50, I've been reading since last week. And don't say, "JUST 50 chapters?" Each chapter has one thousand pages in it," she said defiantly.
"Uhh…okay…be that way…" Ron said, bewildered.
They walked over to the fireplace.
"Incendio!" Hermione cried. They had decided to pick the Weasleys up since they were attending too.
Harry picked up the cylindrical pink-and-blue flower pot that was decorated in frilling and had a delicate orange-and black ribbon carefully triple-tied at the middle and scattered with black and orange glitters and suns drawn on felt tip pens that were bought in a Muggle thrift shop in – okay. Ahem. On with the story.
He threw the Floo powder on the flames and it turned green, of course. Then Hermione stepped in the flames, clutching her book protectively, and shouted, "The Burrow!"
She whirled away.
Ron grinned at Harry. "Don't get stuck at Knockturn Alley, hear?" He did the same as Hermione. Harry felt humiliated.
Harry waited for a few seconds and then closed his eyes, took a deep breath and stepped into the flames. He couldn't get this wrong.
"The Burrow!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. He swore he heard the fireplace tell him, "Keep down, you're not in a market!"
He whirled away, to the Burrow from the Tunnel to the bush. Wait – what was he talking about?
He went out of the Weasleys' fireplace and brushed the ash and soot off his shirt. But then he was greeted by a horrible sight…not that he had never seen it before but…
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