The second part of my wannabe epic :O), don't have much of an authors note so dig in (and PLEASE review!!)
THE THIRD CAMP
CHAPTER II– IN THE ENTRY HALL
Despite Uncle Vernon's order to stay in the kitchen, or rather because of his order to do such, Harry followed him out into the corridor, his wand in hand. Uncle Vernon opened the door slowly... slowly... and then slammed it shut very fast. To his great horror, the door opened seemingly of its own accord and a small red haired woman stepped lightly into the hall, whose presence Uncle Vernon seemed terrified of. "Hello Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley." Before Uncle Vernon could say yea or nay, not that his input would be much regarded, another red haired boy bounded into the hallway, a boy Harry had been waiting to see for a long time, "Ron!"
"Harry!"
Feeling like he had the upper hand, Harry smiled sweetly at his uncle, "Uncle Vernon, this is my friend Ron and his mother."
Uncle Vernon gave a curt nod, but his voice box seemed temporarily unhinged. "Ron– maybe you better got get Harry's things," Mrs. Weasley suggested pointedly.
"I'll come too–" Harry began.
"
You'll do nothing of the sort." She gave him a stern glare.
Ron shrugged and started upstairs, he knew where Harry's room was from the time when he had driven a flying car there, three years ago.
Mrs. Weasley turned to Uncle Vernon, "You better start packing."
He looked at her like she was insane, "What for?"
"For your lives," her voice struck a chill in the warm July air. "Unless you plan on hanging around when You-Know-Who shows up."
"I am not clearing out of my house for one of your kind–"
"I would strongly recommend it," a new voice from behind Mrs. Weasley made Harry jump, a voice that sounded oddly familiar...
"Who are you?" Uncle Vernon wheeled around, and Harry could barely suppress the grin of relief he knew must be plastered to his face.
"Sirius Black," the man stepped into the hallway and extended his hand.
Uncle Vernon's face went through a couple hundred emotions in a period of a few seconds, finally settling for the face one would wear when forced into a cage with a rabid cheetah. Slowly he took the hand and murmured something like, "coddleswallop"
Sirius smiled broadly, "Harry had told me everything about you."
Uncle Vernon's face turned to a dead man's pallor, "Has he?" he choked.
"You know," Sirius said as if the idea had just occurred to him, "If you are looking for a place to stay, I have some room." Uncle Vernon looked as if he would have been rather locked in the cage with the rabid cheetah, "That's very... kind... we're not leaving."
"Yes you are," Mrs. Weasley insisted as Aunt Petunia and Dudley inched into the hallway to see what was taking so long.
"What's going on Vernon? Who are these people?" Aunt Petunia's voice was shrill and her hands were fluttering nervously. Dudley just gripped his bottom and choked.
Eyes on Sirius, Uncle Vernon swallowed. "This is Ron's mother– the boy who sent us that... nice... letter, and... Sirius Black."
Dudley squealed and ran out of the room. Aunt Petunia looked in need of a respirator. Sirius, on the other hand, looked quite pleased at all the fuss his name was causing.
Sirius smiled at Petunia, who was eyeing him like he was a bloodthirsty polecat, "You must be Lily's sister. I was just telling Vernon that I'd like you to move in with me."
Harry almost snorted, he was about to explode with laughter, but Mrs. Weasley gripped his arm and proceeded with trying to save the Dursley's lives. "You can't stay here, or you will die. I wish I could be less melodramatic but it's the truth. We're trying to help you." Aunt Petunia couldn't tear her eyes away from Sirius, but then Ron bounded, or attempted to bound, actual bounding was difficult, considering he was lugging a trunk and an owl down the stairs and cried, "Snuffles!"
Excepting Harry, Ron ans Sirius, who seemed to find the situation hilarious, everyone- his mother included- seemed mortified at the fact that Ron was calling Sirius Black, the Sirius Black Snuffles.
Aunt Petunia began to edge towards the kitchen.
Choosing to ignore the fact that her youngest son had pet names for a convicted murderer, Mrs. Weasley made a last ditch attempt at the Dursleys. "Please come with us, for your own safety."
When they remained paralyzed, Sirius waved his wand– where he got it, Harry didn't know, and three suitcases appeared. "You're leaving," he extended his wand at Vernon and Petunia like he had them at gunpoint, "Now." Uncle Vernon managed to nod dumbly as he grabbed a suitcase.
THE THIRD CAMP
CHAPTER II– IN THE ENTRY HALL
Despite Uncle Vernon's order to stay in the kitchen, or rather because of his order to do such, Harry followed him out into the corridor, his wand in hand. Uncle Vernon opened the door slowly... slowly... and then slammed it shut very fast. To his great horror, the door opened seemingly of its own accord and a small red haired woman stepped lightly into the hall, whose presence Uncle Vernon seemed terrified of. "Hello Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley." Before Uncle Vernon could say yea or nay, not that his input would be much regarded, another red haired boy bounded into the hallway, a boy Harry had been waiting to see for a long time, "Ron!"
"Harry!"
Feeling like he had the upper hand, Harry smiled sweetly at his uncle, "Uncle Vernon, this is my friend Ron and his mother."
Uncle Vernon gave a curt nod, but his voice box seemed temporarily unhinged. "Ron– maybe you better got get Harry's things," Mrs. Weasley suggested pointedly.
"I'll come too–" Harry began.
"
You'll do nothing of the sort." She gave him a stern glare.
Ron shrugged and started upstairs, he knew where Harry's room was from the time when he had driven a flying car there, three years ago.
Mrs. Weasley turned to Uncle Vernon, "You better start packing."
He looked at her like she was insane, "What for?"
"For your lives," her voice struck a chill in the warm July air. "Unless you plan on hanging around when You-Know-Who shows up."
"I am not clearing out of my house for one of your kind–"
"I would strongly recommend it," a new voice from behind Mrs. Weasley made Harry jump, a voice that sounded oddly familiar...
"Who are you?" Uncle Vernon wheeled around, and Harry could barely suppress the grin of relief he knew must be plastered to his face.
"Sirius Black," the man stepped into the hallway and extended his hand.
Uncle Vernon's face went through a couple hundred emotions in a period of a few seconds, finally settling for the face one would wear when forced into a cage with a rabid cheetah. Slowly he took the hand and murmured something like, "coddleswallop"
Sirius smiled broadly, "Harry had told me everything about you."
Uncle Vernon's face turned to a dead man's pallor, "Has he?" he choked.
"You know," Sirius said as if the idea had just occurred to him, "If you are looking for a place to stay, I have some room." Uncle Vernon looked as if he would have been rather locked in the cage with the rabid cheetah, "That's very... kind... we're not leaving."
"Yes you are," Mrs. Weasley insisted as Aunt Petunia and Dudley inched into the hallway to see what was taking so long.
"What's going on Vernon? Who are these people?" Aunt Petunia's voice was shrill and her hands were fluttering nervously. Dudley just gripped his bottom and choked.
Eyes on Sirius, Uncle Vernon swallowed. "This is Ron's mother– the boy who sent us that... nice... letter, and... Sirius Black."
Dudley squealed and ran out of the room. Aunt Petunia looked in need of a respirator. Sirius, on the other hand, looked quite pleased at all the fuss his name was causing.
Sirius smiled at Petunia, who was eyeing him like he was a bloodthirsty polecat, "You must be Lily's sister. I was just telling Vernon that I'd like you to move in with me."
Harry almost snorted, he was about to explode with laughter, but Mrs. Weasley gripped his arm and proceeded with trying to save the Dursley's lives. "You can't stay here, or you will die. I wish I could be less melodramatic but it's the truth. We're trying to help you." Aunt Petunia couldn't tear her eyes away from Sirius, but then Ron bounded, or attempted to bound, actual bounding was difficult, considering he was lugging a trunk and an owl down the stairs and cried, "Snuffles!"
Excepting Harry, Ron ans Sirius, who seemed to find the situation hilarious, everyone- his mother included- seemed mortified at the fact that Ron was calling Sirius Black, the Sirius Black Snuffles.
Aunt Petunia began to edge towards the kitchen.
Choosing to ignore the fact that her youngest son had pet names for a convicted murderer, Mrs. Weasley made a last ditch attempt at the Dursleys. "Please come with us, for your own safety."
When they remained paralyzed, Sirius waved his wand– where he got it, Harry didn't know, and three suitcases appeared. "You're leaving," he extended his wand at Vernon and Petunia like he had them at gunpoint, "Now." Uncle Vernon managed to nod dumbly as he grabbed a suitcase.