By: Ice Princess
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A/N: Here it is, the second installment of this story. Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter, his friends and foes, are not owned by myself, but
JKR and her publishers. I have only created this plot, and no more. Thank
you!
Chapter Two: The Weasley's Arrive
Harry stood next a lurid vase in the front hall of number four
on Privet Drive. He had his robes, broom, books, and everything else packed
up and ready to go. There was his trunk and Hedwig, his owl, sitting on
the floor next to Harry, who was looking out the window anxiously for Ron
and his family.
At exactly 5:01 a car drove up on to the driveway of the Dursley house.
Out of the car came four red headed Weasleys. One was the adult, guardian,
and parent, Arthur Weasley, who still had flaming red hair around the ears
although not as much on his head. Two of them looked identical, they were
Fred and George Weasley, who were about to enter their seventh year at Hogwarts
and already opened their joke shop called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes with
the money Harry had given them last year. The last one was a tall, red haired
boy with freckles spread across his nose. He was Ron Weasley, Harry's best
friend.
Harry jumped up when he saw that they had arrived.
The Weasleys rang the doorbell. It was probably a bad idea for them to meet
the Dursleys again, but Fred and George wanted to see Dudley one more time.
No one answered the door. Since Harry was standing right in front of it,
he opened it.
"Harry! Good to see you!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed as he shook Harry's hand.
"What's with the formalities?" Fred asked with a grin.
"Yeah Dad. We've known Harry for ages," George agreed as he gave Harry a
big hug.
"Hi. Good to see all of you too. Hey Ron," Harry said.
"Well Harry. Where are your aunt and uncle? I'd like to have a word with
them," Mr. Weasley said carefully.
"Er -, I'll see if they'll talk to you," Harry replied quickly.
He turned and called Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. "Uncle Vernon! Aunt
Petunia! I'm leaving now!"
Harry simply heard a loud grunt from Uncle Vernon.
"Er -, Uncle Vernon? Mr. Weasley would like to talk to you for a little
bit," Harry called out again.
The Weasleys and Harry heard a loud slam, dropping of papers, and then some
shuffling towards to the front door where they were all standing.
"Well?" Uncle Vernon asked sharply.
"Well, I thought you'd like to say goodbye to Harry. That's all," Mr. Weasley
said gently.
"Don't need to," Uncle Vernon grunted.
"Mr. Dursley, we're not leaving until you say goodbye to your nephew," Mr.
Weasley said firmly. He remembered that the year before had been just as
unpleasant, but he would be a little bit tougher this time, and get over
with what they all had to get over.
Mr. Dursley glared at Harry and muttered something which sounded an awful
lot like a few curse words with a, "bye," somewhere inside of them.
"Goodbye," Harry replied, as cheerfully as possible.
Mr. Weasley straightened up and gave them all a smile.
"Well, of we are. Fred and George, grab Harry's trunk. Ron, get Hedwig,"
Mr. Weasley commanded.
"Oh, you don't have -" Harry began, but they were already out the door,
putting Harry's things into the car.
Soon they were all settled inside the car.
"So, are we going to apparate to the Burrow?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Cars can't apparate," Ron said matter-of-factly.
Harry was always learning things about the wizard world. He sometimes believed
that anything could happen.
"When's Hermione coming?" Harry inquired as they drove along under the hot
sun and through the green trees.
"Tomorrow afternoon," Ron replied. "Then we'll all go get our supplies at
Diagon Alley. Mum got both of our lists in the mail today."
"Oh, so how's the joke shop going?" Harry asked Fred and George.
"Pretty good. We still can't open up an actual store until we get out of
Hogwarts though. For now we've just got a stock of things at Zonkos," George
explained.
"That's good," Harry replied.
After a few minutes, they arrived at The Burrow.
"We're here," Mr. Weasley said.
The minute they got out of the car Mrs. Weasley rushed out and gave Harry
a large hug.
"How are you Harry dear?" she asked, smiling a sweet dimpled smile.
"Fine, and you?" Harry inquired.
"I'm lovely darling, just lovely. Fred and George, don't let Harry carry
his own things! Take them up to Ron's room right away!" Mrs. Weasley ordered.
Mrs. Weasley put an arm around Harry and let him into the house, sitting
him down at the kitchen.
"What would you like to eat, deary?" Mrs. Weasley asked, staring sweetly
into Harry's emerald eyes.
"Er -, I -"
"Harry doesn't want to eat now, Mum! He wants to come upstairs with me!"
Ron insisted.
"Thanks anyway Mrs. Weasley!" Harry exclaimed as Ron pulled him up the stairs
of the old house.
Soon they found themselves up in Ron's room, just like one summer ago. The
room was covered in moving Chudley Cannons posters and Pigwidgeon, or Pig,
was buzzing about in his cage. On top of the cage was the black and yellow
Chudley Cannons hat that Harry had given Ron one Christmas.
Harry walked over to Ron's bed and sat down on the lumpy mattress.
"How's your summer been then?" Harry asked Ron.
"Same as the usual. We didn't go on any trips this time. Bill and Charlie
came to visit a few weeks back in the end of July. One day Fred and George
snuck off to Knockturn Alley, but they got caught. Mum was furious! They
weren't allowed to play Quidditch for two weeks. Those were the highlights
of the summer anyway. How was yours?" Ron inquired.
"Well, I stay with Dudley and his parents. How do you think my summer was?
They've been ignoring me... as usual. It's quite depressing. I feel like
I'm the only one in the house," Harry replied glumly.
Ron made a face, thinking about how the Dursley's treated Harry. He jumped
off his windowsill that he was sitting at and walked over to Harry.
"Well, that's why you're here. You don't have to worry about the Dursley's
now," he said, attempting to cheer Harry up.
Suddenly there was a loud call from downstairs.
"Harry! Ron! Ginny! Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called.
Harry and Ron ran downstairs, followed by Ginny who was up in her room.
She shyly followed after them, nervous about being in the presence of Harry
Potter, who smiled at her in his usual friendly way the minute he saw her.
Just my brother's friend though. All he'll ever be, Ginny thought
as she touched the final stair and walked into the kitchen.
They all sat down with Mr. Weasley at the head of the table. Mrs. Weasley
set all the food down, and they began to eat. Harry was grateful to be back
at the Burrow, where he felt wanted and loved.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! If you think that it's boring now, just bare with me. It'll be interesting once we get to Hogwarts, 'k? Thanx! Review now in that little box underneath us!