Harry Potter and the Room of Things no one Knows About
Chapter 2
What was Ginny Thinking that Morning at Burrow?
By
Jason Richard
"So the house elf was trying to stop you from getting the Hogwarts?" asked Ron as they flew in the flying car.
"Yes," said Harry. "I didn't mean what I said about you and Hermione. I was only telling him I didn't want the letters to make him go away."
"Oh," said Ron. "Well, that's unfortunate."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
Ron, "I already sent a copy of that tape of Hermione.
…
Harry's recording, "I hate Ron and Hermione and never want to see them again."
Hermione, sobbing, "Why Harry?! Why do you have to be so meeeeeeeeeeeeeean!
Then she picked up her wand and gripped it tightly.
Hermione, "I going to burn your face off!"
…
Harry, "Eh, I'm sure she'll be fine. Where are we going?"
"Our house," said Ron. "The Burrow."
The burrow turned out to by a rather odd looking house. Some might suspect it only stood up because of some magic spell keeping it that way. Harry rather liked it. Of course, anywhere would be better than with the Dursleys.
The inside of the burrow met Harry's expectations of what a Wizard home would be like. While a bit messy there were dishes doing themselves, clothing knitting themselves, and moving pictures on the walls and mantlepiece. The most interesting thing in the house was a clock that didn't tell time but had hands with the Family's faces pointed towards various places. Home, school, work, and even one for mortal peril. Most of the hands were pointed towards home, and now Ron's hand pointed towards home after being pointed towards "at a friend's house."
The only oddity was the twins Fred and George, whose hands were pointed to, "Engaged in illegal activity." Harry looked over and the twins immediately turned to him and smiled, their hands behind their backs.
Harry, "What have you got behind your backs?"
Fred and George, grinning, "Nothing."
Harry looked at them suspiciously but didn't have time to investigate, for at that moment Molly Weasley, the mother of the house, came barging down the stairs and gave her three sons a look that could curdle milk.
No joke. The glass of milk Ron had gotten for himself bubbled as it curdled in his hand. All four boys looked at the milk, then looked at Miss Weasley with wide-eyed looks of terror.
"Where have you been?!" the redheaded woman demanded, her scowling face resembling a saber-toothed tiger. "You took the car for a joy ride and went who knows where doing who knows what and now you just saunter back into the house like nothing happened?! You're grounded! You're grounded for the rest of your miserable little lives! At home, you will go straight to your room and never come out except for meals! At Hogwarts you will stay in your dormitories except for class and meals, and if you get anything less than an O for outstanding on any of your exams I'll turn you into little mice and let the cat chase you all through the house you miserable little hoodlums!"
Then she saw Harry and smiled.
"Harry dear," she said. "I didn't see you there. Bacon and eggs?"
Harry swallowed nervously and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, that sounds lovely."
"We had to save Harry Mom," said Ron. "There were bars on his windows."
Molly Weasley pulled out her wand, waved it, and released two little yellow lights that flew upstairs.
"And now there are bars and all three of your windows. Congratulations!" she said, earning groans from the Weasley boys.
Before long the entire family was sitting down to breakfast. The Weasley Father got to meet Harry Potter for the first time and couldn't help but ask questions about Muggles, a subject which fascinated him greatly. He just had to know what the purpose of a rubber duck was.
One person who didn't join breakfast, however, was the youngest, Ginny. She took one look at Harry Potter and ran off. Not that she didn't like him. Quite the contrary. She had an enormous crush on him and hid up on the stairwell just thinking about him.
"Harry Potter," said Ginny Weasley in a daze. "Here. Having breakfast with us. I can't believe it! He's so amazing! The Boy who lived! Twice even! And he's here! And I'm going to school with him this year! Harry Potter! I heard he defeated you know who last year! He must have been so cool! I can just imagine it!
Inside Ginny's head:
"Voldemort," said an Eleven-year-old Harry with so much confidence he didn't even flinch at saying you know who's name. "We meet again."
"Harry Potter," said you know you. "This will not go the way it did last time. This time I will destroy you."
Voldemort pulled out his wand, but Harry Potter was faster.
"Expelliarmus!" cried Harry.
Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and Harry caught it.
"Impossible!" cried Voldemort, his eyes bulging out of his head.
"No, It wasn't impossible," said Harry, smirking as he pointed his wand and Voldemort's at Voldemort. "It was inevitable. Stupefy!"
As Voldemort was hit by two red blasts and went flying away he screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And Harry put on sunglasses while rock music played.
Ginny, standing in the corner, looked in adoration and said, "Oh Harry you were brilliant."
"Of course I was," said Harry, extending his hand to her. "But not as brilliant as you are beautiful, my love."
Meanwhile, back in the real world:
Ginny sighed as her fantasy turned to the romance between her and Harry. Ron saw her staring out into space and wondered what was up.
Ron, "What's wrong with you?"
Ginny, "NOTHING RON SHUT UP!"
Ron walked off, shaking his head and saying, "Boy what a grouch."
Ginny just scowled at him as he left. After a few moments, though, she was back to thinking about Harry. Harry just so amazing! If he was awesome when he faced Voldemort the second time, he must have been especially awesome when he defeated Voldemort the first time, at the height of Voldemort's power.
Once again in Ginny's head:
"Ah Harry Potter," said Voldemort. "We meet at last."
And a baby Harry Potter held up a wand and said, "Goo goo gah, expwellamus."
And as Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand, a very surprised Dark Lord said, "Well...this is embarrassing."
And baby Harry Potter laughed.
Meanwhile, back in the real world:
Ginny, "Huh. That was significantly less epic. How'd a baby beat Voldemort anyway?"