A/N: Okay, sorry in advance for the super-long delay and the super-short
chapter, hopefully next time, it will be switched around! We know that
these first 2 chapters are a bit confusing...but it'll all make sense in
the end! Hopefully we can get more chapters up soon before school... and
especially since Alema likes to procrastinate -thwaps Alema on the head-
and Collatalina's brain is turned off during the summer... -twinks forehead-
well... before we do anymore mindless poking, we should probably let you
read our next chapter -smiles malevolently and secretly pokes Collatalina
in the tummy- sure, once I get my most favorite thing in the world ~~FOOD~~
then we'll let them read. Maybe some cotton candy? lol -nudge nudge-
Yumm... cotton candy! Remember the lady that gave us that crusty cotton
candy... -uses peripheral vision to see the audience is getting annoyed.
Turns around swiftly and puts her hand behind her head- heh... ^^;; How
can I forget? Well, if you're STILL reading this A/N, and you're on the
verge of combusting because you're not reading the chapter, we suggest that
you just scroll down and ignore the rest of this. But for the rest of you
loyal crazies who like these sorts of things.... keep going! Good point!
Anyway... Collatalina and I are off to get some food, and we'll leave you
to read the next chapter. Oh, but first, Collatalina, have you heard...
-audience member reaches into grocery bag and pulls out a tomato. It lands
right in my face- Now that was uncalled for! -audience member- "just get on
with the bloody thing already!" Ahahaha! You're going to hear me tease you
about that for ages! 10 years from now, on this very day, I'll go, "Hey
Alema! Remember whe~ -SPLAT! Collatalina disgustedly wipes yam off her face-
Well, at least it's purple... Hey, if you're going to throw something, do
you mind chucking a hot pocket or something? I'm starving! -box hits me
from the back of the head. Turns around to pick up the hot pocket box-
Eww... you gave me the disgusting kind! -audience member- well, what do you
expect? You won't get started! Well, if you would've let us get on with the
A/N, maybe we would have gotten to the story quicker! -sticks tongue out at
audience- so there! Yeah, you know... I'm really hungry. I'm GROUCHY when
I'm hungry. I could cancel the fic because you gave me the disgusting kind
of hot pocket. -audience member tosses a different kind my way- that's much
better! -munches gratefully- Yes, same here. I could really do with some
stuffed crust pizza... -looks hopefully at audience- -lady throws pizza
onto stage, barely missing Alema- Hey! Wait a minute! Since when is our
audience a walking, talking grocery store? -glares at audience suspiciously-
I don't know -points wand at pizza lady- Avada Kedavra! -audience scatters-
well... she sorta looked like Voldemort! -is thwaped on the head by
Collatalina- I told you never to do that in public again! -thwaps Alema
again- And I thought you left your wand at home! If you'd told me you were
going to do that, I would have helped you! Really? that doesn't seem like
you -glares suspiciously- Voldemort! -tries to pull Collatalina's hair off
thinking it's a wig- OUCH!!!! Since when do you think I wear a toupee?
-kicks Alema in the shin- How does that feel? Owie! -sobs- I can't control
my outbursts, you know that! -points wand at Collatalina, putting a
tickling charm on her- AHHHH! -giggling uncontrollably- STOP! Well, now
that Collatalina is rendered helpless... and I'm having uncontrollable
outbursts... on with the fic!
"Where am I?"
Harry Potter looked around at his surroundings which certainly wasn't the neat and tidy dwellings of 4 Privet Drive. This was.... indescribable. Pictures...posters...sculptures? And all of them involving him! Who would have made such a place like this? But then...his mind registered on who was standing right in front of him, Ginny. She was speechless, and the color was draining out of her face, so Harry decided to break the ice.
"Who...when...how did you do this? And first of all, why am I here? What did I do wrong? And WHAT is this place??"
Ginny just stared uncontrollably at Harry in disbelief. How did he get here? Then she recalled what he'd just said. He was asking her what this place is! Ginny began to panic, breaking out in a cold sweat. She swore never to tell anyone about this place, let alone tell Harry about it.
"Harry," Ginny said in a shaky voice, "I don't know what you were trying in the first place. I couldn't tell you why you're here." Ginny hoped that answering the first part of his question would somehow sidetrack having to answer the second, more difficult part of the nerve-wracking question.
Wait a minute.... why are you here? And I was doing homework...making Portkeys for McGonagall. I was supposed to end up somewhere in my house...but wait! I still don't know exactly where I am! And why are you here? Is Ron anywhere nearby?" Harry had a million questions forming in his head, but he was feeling dizzy. He decided to sit down on a nearby cushion, only to find a picture of him woven into it. Reminded of Lockhart, he changed his mind and stayed standing.
"Harry," Ginny said with a little more confidence this time, "you're in my house." ::yeah, in my secret shrine.::
Ginny quickly bent down and turned the cushions upside down, revealing just an elegant emerald weave, which actually looked more attractive than her hand-sewn attempts at Harry's face.
"Hold on," the fact that he saw dozens of pictures of him tacked onto the wall, all trying to get out of the frame, was still registering in his overloaded brain. "So I'm at the Burrow? Does Ron know about this place?" ::because if he does, I'm going to kill him for not telling me!::
"Yes, Harry, you're at the burrow. And no, no one knows about this place, Harry." Ginny made her last remarks blushing under the imposing weight of embarrassment.
As he was still trying to figure out how he got to the Burrow, another thought came to his mind.
"Ginny," Harry asked, "how am I supposed to get back? My wand is at home, it's the middle of the night, and you're not old enough to do magic in the summer!"
"I guess you'll just have to spend the night here. There really is no other choice. Unless you'd rather me wake up Ron and have him conjure up a portkey to take you to the Malfoy Manner?" Ginny gave a hearty laugh at her remark, ensuring harry that she was only joking.
"Um, okay. I guess I can stay here, but just for the night." Harry wondered what it would be like, trying to sleep in a room with so many pictures of himself staring back at him. "Will anyone find me? I don't know if I could live this down if Ron sees me in your room..."
"No one will find you in here, Harry, I promise. How do you think no one else knows about it? And if it would make you feel more comfortable... you can sleep in my bed, and I can sleep in here." Ginny blushed furiously at her offer. "I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to."
"I think there's probably less risk in me staying here. What if your mum comes in to wake you up or something...only to find me in your bed? I'll probably never be able to speak to Ron or you again..." He shuddered at the thought, and suddenly yawned. "Why don't we just sleep now and plan in the morning? I'll be easier to think..."
"Okay, I'm getting tired anyway." ::No way this could be happening. Harry... sharing a room with me? Even if for just one night? This is going to make my head spin. He still doesn't notice me as anything but Ron's little sister. Oh well, maybe this is progress::
"Where am I?"
Harry Potter looked around at his surroundings which certainly wasn't the neat and tidy dwellings of 4 Privet Drive. This was.... indescribable. Pictures...posters...sculptures? And all of them involving him! Who would have made such a place like this? But then...his mind registered on who was standing right in front of him, Ginny. She was speechless, and the color was draining out of her face, so Harry decided to break the ice.
"Who...when...how did you do this? And first of all, why am I here? What did I do wrong? And WHAT is this place??"
Ginny just stared uncontrollably at Harry in disbelief. How did he get here? Then she recalled what he'd just said. He was asking her what this place is! Ginny began to panic, breaking out in a cold sweat. She swore never to tell anyone about this place, let alone tell Harry about it.
"Harry," Ginny said in a shaky voice, "I don't know what you were trying in the first place. I couldn't tell you why you're here." Ginny hoped that answering the first part of his question would somehow sidetrack having to answer the second, more difficult part of the nerve-wracking question.
Wait a minute.... why are you here? And I was doing homework...making Portkeys for McGonagall. I was supposed to end up somewhere in my house...but wait! I still don't know exactly where I am! And why are you here? Is Ron anywhere nearby?" Harry had a million questions forming in his head, but he was feeling dizzy. He decided to sit down on a nearby cushion, only to find a picture of him woven into it. Reminded of Lockhart, he changed his mind and stayed standing.
"Harry," Ginny said with a little more confidence this time, "you're in my house." ::yeah, in my secret shrine.::
Ginny quickly bent down and turned the cushions upside down, revealing just an elegant emerald weave, which actually looked more attractive than her hand-sewn attempts at Harry's face.
"Hold on," the fact that he saw dozens of pictures of him tacked onto the wall, all trying to get out of the frame, was still registering in his overloaded brain. "So I'm at the Burrow? Does Ron know about this place?" ::because if he does, I'm going to kill him for not telling me!::
"Yes, Harry, you're at the burrow. And no, no one knows about this place, Harry." Ginny made her last remarks blushing under the imposing weight of embarrassment.
As he was still trying to figure out how he got to the Burrow, another thought came to his mind.
"Ginny," Harry asked, "how am I supposed to get back? My wand is at home, it's the middle of the night, and you're not old enough to do magic in the summer!"
"I guess you'll just have to spend the night here. There really is no other choice. Unless you'd rather me wake up Ron and have him conjure up a portkey to take you to the Malfoy Manner?" Ginny gave a hearty laugh at her remark, ensuring harry that she was only joking.
"Um, okay. I guess I can stay here, but just for the night." Harry wondered what it would be like, trying to sleep in a room with so many pictures of himself staring back at him. "Will anyone find me? I don't know if I could live this down if Ron sees me in your room..."
"No one will find you in here, Harry, I promise. How do you think no one else knows about it? And if it would make you feel more comfortable... you can sleep in my bed, and I can sleep in here." Ginny blushed furiously at her offer. "I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to."
"I think there's probably less risk in me staying here. What if your mum comes in to wake you up or something...only to find me in your bed? I'll probably never be able to speak to Ron or you again..." He shuddered at the thought, and suddenly yawned. "Why don't we just sleep now and plan in the morning? I'll be easier to think..."
"Okay, I'm getting tired anyway." ::No way this could be happening. Harry... sharing a room with me? Even if for just one night? This is going to make my head spin. He still doesn't notice me as anything but Ron's little sister. Oh well, maybe this is progress::