CHAPTER THREE
The Burrow Again
Harry and the twins appeared in the kitchen of the burrow less than five seconds later. The instant they appeared, Harry's nose filled with the wonderful scent of Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Harry looked around the space. Wonderful sights met his eyes.
On the old rocking chair next in front of the coffee table, a cat slept on its back. In the sink, silverware washed itself. Harry stepped back a few inches to avoid being impaled by a knife flying toward the silver cabinet. After a few minutes of Harry admiring the view, Ron emerged sleepily from the bottom of the stairs. When he saw Harry, his eyes immediately brightened up.
"Oy! Harry! You're here!" His face suddenly paled a little and he moved his finger to his lips. "Mum's still asleep. If she catches you she'll kill us!"
Harry snorted. Ron gestured to come with him.
Harry followed Ron up the seemingly never-ending stairs to Ron's room, which was painted violently orange wall to wall.
"You'll sleep here tonight," said Ron. "You get the bed, I'll get the floor."
Harry nodded. It was good to be home.
The next morning, Harry was a little slow in getting up and out of bed because he didn't know what Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's reactions would be to having a new addition to the house. But the hunger from eating only vegetable soup for four straight weeks took over. Harry strode down the stairs and sat down at the table.
The Weasleys were so used to random people showing up overnight, they said nothing about how he got there. "Hello! Harry! I'm glad you're here!" said Mrs. Weasley when Harry sat down. Mrs. Weasley put some bacon and waffles in front of Harry and he thanked her and eagerly started eating.
"My, my, my, Harry. You must have been hungry," noticed Mrs. Weasley when Harry was done. Harry nodded gratefully.
"Would you like to go out in the hollow and practice Quidditch, Harry?" suggested Ron.
"I'd love to. You wouldn't believe what the Dursleys were doing to me," Harry said, not trying to get pity.
They went out into the hollow, and Harry got his Firebolt. They took turns riding it as they threw gnomes around in the air. It didn't hurt them; in fact, it looked like they enjoyed it. Harry zoomed around and welcomed the morning breeze in his face. As he flew, he glanced down to see Ron gazing with his mouth hung open at Harry and his broom. When Harry landed, Ron noticed that he had his mouth open and recovered quickly.
"Harry, that broom is amazing. I must borrow it, I must!"
Harry laughed and handed the broom to him.
Ron took off clumsily. Even with the Firebolt's amazing precision flying, Ron could find some way to be clumsy and lanky. He zoomed around the hollow and fell off close to the ground. The Firebolt zoomed right at George, and he caught it.
They spent the rest of the time out in the hollow playing around and complimenting each other.
"Whoa! That was an amazing throw, Harry! You could be a Chaser!"
"An amazing stop, Ron! No wonder you got carried off the field last year!"
Ron's ears went red.
After they were done playing, they went inside, sweating, to get a drink of water. A small, fifth-year girl appeared from the basement stairs.
"Hi, Virginia," said Harry.
"You can call me Ginny, Harry."
Harry blushed.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny had lost most of her naiveté since they had last talked. She was now a teenage, beautiful girl with striking red hair and was prone for clumsiness.
"Well, I don't think you'd like to know, Ginny," said Ron. "The Dursleys struck again."
"Oh." Ginny nodded, obviously thinking about what could have happened. "Well, have a good time here, while you can!" and with that she left.
"She's getting better looking, isn't she, Harry?" Ron said with a chuckle.
Harry shook off that remark by filling up his glass of water.
The days passed quickly, as they do when one is having fun. Harry and Ron played Quidditch, Gobstones, and did their homework together.
"Man, Snape has some problems! We had to right three rolls of parchment on the history of the Sunifurous! Three! He has something serious stuck up his butt to be doing stuff like that!" Ron observed one day.
"What can you expect?" Harry replied. "He doesn't even like his job."
"He acts like he does when there are Slytherins there. He needs to drink a cheering potion."
"Yeah, what do you have so far?"
"Okay, here's what I have: The Sunifurous Potion by Ron Weasley."
"Jeez, you must be writing fast. All I have is: The Sunifurous."
Ron started laughing, and Harry joined in. Harry never ceased being amused at the Burrow.
The Burrow Again
Harry and the twins appeared in the kitchen of the burrow less than five seconds later. The instant they appeared, Harry's nose filled with the wonderful scent of Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Harry looked around the space. Wonderful sights met his eyes.
On the old rocking chair next in front of the coffee table, a cat slept on its back. In the sink, silverware washed itself. Harry stepped back a few inches to avoid being impaled by a knife flying toward the silver cabinet. After a few minutes of Harry admiring the view, Ron emerged sleepily from the bottom of the stairs. When he saw Harry, his eyes immediately brightened up.
"Oy! Harry! You're here!" His face suddenly paled a little and he moved his finger to his lips. "Mum's still asleep. If she catches you she'll kill us!"
Harry snorted. Ron gestured to come with him.
Harry followed Ron up the seemingly never-ending stairs to Ron's room, which was painted violently orange wall to wall.
"You'll sleep here tonight," said Ron. "You get the bed, I'll get the floor."
Harry nodded. It was good to be home.
The next morning, Harry was a little slow in getting up and out of bed because he didn't know what Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's reactions would be to having a new addition to the house. But the hunger from eating only vegetable soup for four straight weeks took over. Harry strode down the stairs and sat down at the table.
The Weasleys were so used to random people showing up overnight, they said nothing about how he got there. "Hello! Harry! I'm glad you're here!" said Mrs. Weasley when Harry sat down. Mrs. Weasley put some bacon and waffles in front of Harry and he thanked her and eagerly started eating.
"My, my, my, Harry. You must have been hungry," noticed Mrs. Weasley when Harry was done. Harry nodded gratefully.
"Would you like to go out in the hollow and practice Quidditch, Harry?" suggested Ron.
"I'd love to. You wouldn't believe what the Dursleys were doing to me," Harry said, not trying to get pity.
They went out into the hollow, and Harry got his Firebolt. They took turns riding it as they threw gnomes around in the air. It didn't hurt them; in fact, it looked like they enjoyed it. Harry zoomed around and welcomed the morning breeze in his face. As he flew, he glanced down to see Ron gazing with his mouth hung open at Harry and his broom. When Harry landed, Ron noticed that he had his mouth open and recovered quickly.
"Harry, that broom is amazing. I must borrow it, I must!"
Harry laughed and handed the broom to him.
Ron took off clumsily. Even with the Firebolt's amazing precision flying, Ron could find some way to be clumsy and lanky. He zoomed around the hollow and fell off close to the ground. The Firebolt zoomed right at George, and he caught it.
They spent the rest of the time out in the hollow playing around and complimenting each other.
"Whoa! That was an amazing throw, Harry! You could be a Chaser!"
"An amazing stop, Ron! No wonder you got carried off the field last year!"
Ron's ears went red.
After they were done playing, they went inside, sweating, to get a drink of water. A small, fifth-year girl appeared from the basement stairs.
"Hi, Virginia," said Harry.
"You can call me Ginny, Harry."
Harry blushed.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny had lost most of her naiveté since they had last talked. She was now a teenage, beautiful girl with striking red hair and was prone for clumsiness.
"Well, I don't think you'd like to know, Ginny," said Ron. "The Dursleys struck again."
"Oh." Ginny nodded, obviously thinking about what could have happened. "Well, have a good time here, while you can!" and with that she left.
"She's getting better looking, isn't she, Harry?" Ron said with a chuckle.
Harry shook off that remark by filling up his glass of water.
The days passed quickly, as they do when one is having fun. Harry and Ron played Quidditch, Gobstones, and did their homework together.
"Man, Snape has some problems! We had to right three rolls of parchment on the history of the Sunifurous! Three! He has something serious stuck up his butt to be doing stuff like that!" Ron observed one day.
"What can you expect?" Harry replied. "He doesn't even like his job."
"He acts like he does when there are Slytherins there. He needs to drink a cheering potion."
"Yeah, what do you have so far?"
"Okay, here's what I have: The Sunifurous Potion by Ron Weasley."
"Jeez, you must be writing fast. All I have is: The Sunifurous."
Ron started laughing, and Harry joined in. Harry never ceased being amused at the Burrow.