Author's Note: I am so sick right now. It really sucks. But I am going to write this. By the way, in my last chapter, I didn't forget about Gringotts. I just didn't have any reason for Sam to go into it. And Diagon Alley was so deserted because, if you remember from the 7th book (I think it was the 7th. May have been the 6th), that really WAS how it was, because Voldemort returned in their 5th year. Okay, on to the story.
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own.
Chapter 9
"It's Study Time"
After we got back to The Burrow, (stupid, uncomfortable Floo rides. Hopefully I won't be doing that for the rest of my Witching days) we sat down for some much needed lunch. We ate the sandwiches in silence.
Finally, Ron spoke.
"Why did we leave Diagon Alley so quickly, Mum? You acted like there was something important that you didn't want us to see."
Mrs. Weasley had been the first to get done, and she was looking out the window, until Ron spoke.
"I need to speak to your father about it, not to you."
"But Mum!"
"No arguments, Ronald. When you three get done, I want you to all go upstairs to your rooms."
"What are we supposed to do up there? Knit?"
"Ginerva, don't get an attitude with me. Now, eat!"
I took one last bite that finished off my third (and last) sandwich, and then I walked upstairs to Ginny's room.
The room itself was rather small, but having a bed, desk, and two sleeping bags on the ground made it a bit unbearable. I stared out the window and waited for the others.
Sure enough, five minutes later, Ginny and Ron stormed in, with Hermione following close behind, although she was the one who wasn't angry.
"I am almost of age! And she still insists on pulling this!" Ron shouted to no one in particular.
"Ron-" Hermione started, only to get cut off by Ginny.
"Oh, quit your complaining Ron! You know as soon as Harry gets here, you will be filled in on everything! But do I get any information, no. Of course not. Because I am the youngest. And you want to know what I think about that? It is STUPID! So, quit complaining about stuff that you have no right to complain about!" Ginny looked angrier than I would imagine.
"Or what?" Ron tested her.
"Or so help me God, I will curse you into Jupiter's third moon!" Ginny took out her wand and jabbed it at Ron's neck, causing him to lose his balance and fall on the floor. Wow, I would of never thought Ginny had it in her. I guess have six older brothers makes you grow a backbone.
Ginny put her wand back in her pocket as Hermione helped Ron up off his feet. He looked like he was going to say something else, but Mrs. Weasley came up and knocked on the door.
"What is with all the shouting?" She said as she opened Ginny's door. "You know what, I don't really want to know," she said because Hermione had opened her mouth like she was going to say something.
"Sam, do you mind coming downstairs, Arthur would like to speak with you." Mrs. Weasley informed me.
"Sure." I said as I walked out of the room. "Who is Arthur?"
"My husband. He is going to give you information on your studies." Mrs. Weasley told me as we walked downstairs.
"I thought your husband was at work," I began, but by this time we were downstairs in the sitting room and Mrs. Weasley was pointing down at the fire. I looked over, and jumped back.
A man with red hair (it was nearly all gone. I had a feeling that the twin's had something to do with their father's baldness) who looked thin enough, had his head poking out of the fireplace.
"Hello. You must be the Samantha I hear so much about. You can call me Mr. Weasley." The face said to me as I was recovering from the shock of seeing such a sight.
"Sam, Arthur. I told you, she likes to be called Sam," Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley through the fire.
"Oh, it is quite alright." I assured her.
"Well, onto other matters. Your studies, Samantha. The Ministry has informed me that you will be working on all your material during the summer. Be warned, it will be a mighty long summer, even if you are only learning up to fourth year. You will have to teach yourself, sort of like being home-schooled, and if you have any questions, someone will be over here once a week to answer them."
"So, wait. I will be staying here for the summer?"
"If you wish, yes. But it is totally up to you. Although Dumbledore said that if you wish to stay somewhere else, you may. It would not offend us, don't you worry."
I thought about it a moment. If I was here, I would be around kids my age the whole summer. And Ginny had said something about when Harry got here, so I would most likely finally get to meet him…
"Alright. I want to stay here."
"Great! Now, a week before school starts for everyone else, you will go on to Hogwarts. You will be shown around and what not, and you will also be sorted into your House."
"Sorted?" I said, confused.
"Yes, Molly will explain that all to you, won't you dear?"
"Of course," Mrs. Weasley stated.
"Well, I think that covers everything. Oh, and Dumbledore already ordered robes for you, so that you wouldn't have to buy them yourself. Any questions?"
I thought about it a moment. And then a question the three upstairs would surely ask me popped into my head.
"Who is coming over once a week?"
"McGonagall! I feel sorry for you," Ron said, trying hard not to laugh.
"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall is perfectly fine, it is just that Ron seems to have the idea that she isn't, because he has gotten in trouble quite a few times by her." Hermione said, which stopped Ron from laughing.
"Hey! I never get into trouble!"
It was a little bit later that afternoon, while I was in the room across from Ginny's (Mrs. Weasley said it was the twin's room, but they had been staying up above the shop) and, sure enough, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had come in there, wondering what Mr. Weasley had told me. The only problem was, was that I was trying to get started with my studies.
"I wonder what House you will be sorted into. Hopefully Gryffindor, there is no other better House." Ron simply said. Mrs. Weasley did as told and informed of the four Houses- Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Frankly, I didn't care what house I got into. I just hoped that which ever one I went into wasn't full of stupid prats.
"Ron, quit rambling. I am trying to do my work."
"Oh, right. Sorry." Ron looked slightly offended but he left the room so it was only Ginny and Hermione."Sam, if you need any help, go to Hermione. She is a genius." After saying this, Ginny also left the room.
Hermione sighed. "They are always putting me on the spot like that. Anyways, if you do need any help, ask me or Ginny. Ron is hopeless. Or, if Harry gets here soon enough, you can always ask him." Hermione said before leaving me alone in the room.
Now, it was only me and the books. But that was alright with me, I thought, as I read an article about Charm work.
End Author's Note: I am feeling better now. Oh, by the way, the chapters for the summer aren't going to be very long. In fact, I probably won't even write any chapters for the summer. Nothing exciting will happen, although I will write about Harry coming. Until then, all you can do is review.
