a/n :hi all, toupee? What youhave
hair? Well don't go around showing it of… god..huh? no, i can't cook. someone
help me cook sumthing, im really hungry. gimme nice, simple, yet edible (i aint
eatin no carrot sticks or celery w/ cream cheese or cottage cheese on a cracker
::spits in disgust::) recipes in ur reviews, ok? unless you want me
starve...which im sure you dont. Boy George wears lots of make up, and in his
video for 'do u really want to hurt me? do you really want to make me cry' ( i
forgots the real name) he has really nice streaked hair....his red eyeshadow is
kinda creepy, i dont think rouge is meant for the eyes... though theres plenty
on his lips...
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The door opened suddenly and a dull 'tap tap' was heard as
Sirius made his way over to his godson's bed. He tapped him on the shoulder
twice and said 'Wake up'. He stood there and watched as the boy rolled over on
his back. He still didn't wake.
"Harry, wake up.
It's ten-thirty." He said louder and more urgently. The boy nodded in a
bemused way, eyes still closed, he seemed determined to keep them shut tight.
Sirius shook his head and moved on to the two beds to Harry's right, demanding
the same thing in a soft voice.
Two minutes later, Harry opened his eyes to a sea of yellow.
He was facing the ceiling which seemed to go on forever. He reached out towards
a bedside table, felt for his glasses, picked them up and put them on. Looking
around, he saw that the walls and the ceiling were painted yellow. He had just
been having that same exact dream. He sighed and decided that he would tell
Dumbledore or Sirius about them today. It took him some time to remember that he was at Remus' house.
He turned his head to
his right and saw two beds. In the one nearest to him, he watched Hermione
swing her legs over the side of her bed, pajamas wrinkled and pulled about a
foot above its usual spot at her ankles (due to endless tossing and turning), and
walk over to a mirror. She took off her hair band with considerable difficulty,
as it was tangled in the frizzy heap, and ran her finger through it several
times, somewhat straightening it.
"Harry! You're awake! Now get up and stop watching me. Honestly!
I can't believe that Sirius woke us up at ten-thirty! I'm usually up by eight
at the latest! How ar-" She was interrupted by a muffled cry from Harry's
right. He turned his head and saw Ron take the blanket off his head.
"Eight? Eight? Its eight o' clock? What was Sirius
thinking?? Its like the crack of dawn!!!" said a grumpy Ron, sitting up
instantly.
"Ron, its ten-thirty-" Harry started to reply,
sitting up as well and looking at the clock.
"Eight is well after the crack of dawn, Ron! And besides,
its ten-thirty. Theres a clock right there, why don't you look at it?" he
was interrupted and ignored by Hermione's indignant reply. Ron gave her a
disgusted look and was just about to say something that would surely make Hermione's
blood boil when Harry decided to change the subject.
"I really liked the presents you guys got me."
Hermione instantly started beaming.
"Did you try your glow light? What color does it come
out to?" Ron said, looking excited once more.
"Green, do you
know if anyone brought my stuff back from the Dursley's?" He wanted to
show them the gryptorr stone.
"Yeah, Sirius put it in this closet." Hermione
pointed to a door to his left. "I think you're staying her for the rest of
your vacation, Harry. I doubt Dumbledore would let you come to my house after
what happened..." she trailed off, her eyes downcast.
"C'mon, lets go get something to eat" Ron said,
walking towards the bathroom.
-:- -:- -:-
Ten minutes later, they were dowstairs in a small kitchen,
sitting in three chairs at a small wooden table. Sirius was near the oven with
a frying pan and a wand, cooking them breakfast.
"Where's Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked
curiously.
"Call him Remus, he's not your teacher anymore, is he?
He's out doing work for Dumbledore." They exchanged curios looks until the
three of them started shaking with silent laughter when Sirius's spell went
wrong and the fried bacon went flying around the room, bouncing off the walls
and landed on their plates. He smiled down at his work and began cleaning the
food so it would be edible with a few flicks of his wand.
"I was never very good at doing stuff like that, that
was more James. At least its cooked!" he added brightly and turned back to
the oven to finish up the eggs. They ate silently, Ron and Hermione smiling,
watching Harry wolf down his food.
"What? I haven't eaten in two days!" he said
indignantly, as he sprayed them with saliva and half-chewed meat.
"Sorry" he added, grinning. He finished his food and watched his
friends for a moment before turning to Sirius.
"Erm, Sirius?"
"Hmm?" he said, face covered by the Daily Prophet
he was reading, sitting on the living room couch.
"Can I still go to Hermione's?" He asked
hopefully. Ron looked up and Hermione put her fork down.
"Sure." They shared puzzled glances but said
nothing more.
After breakfast, they decided to go to Hermione's house, which
was temporarily connected to the Floo Network. They each brought some of
Harry's luggage downstairs and with them to the fireplace.
"When you throw the powder in, say 'The Grangers',
apparently Muggle households don't have names." advised Sirius, bidding
them farewell. He gave Harry a quick paternal hug, pat his back and carried his
trunk over to him. "I might not be seeing you at all this year, I'll try
to stay in touch, though. Have a good time, and don't get into too much
trouble."
Hermione threw some sparkling purple powder into the fire,
held tight to Harry's brown shopping bag that held all the clothes Sirius and
Remus had managed to find that night, and bellowed 'The Grangers'. She was gone
in a whisp of smoke. Now Ron and Harry were going to go through together so
both could hold onto Harry's trunk. Ron grabbed a handle and Harry followed
suit as Sirius placed two boxes and another shopping bag on top of the load. He
threw a handful of powder into the fire for them and said goodbye.
"Do you want to say it?" Ron asked, grinning. He
knew the Floo network wasn't Harry's favorite way to travel.
"Sure, you need anything at Knockturn Alley? Hurry up,
this is getting heavy."
"The Grangers!" he yelled. They watched as the
waving figure of Sirius swirled out of sight to be replaced by a whirlpool of
colors. Every fraction of a second, a new fireplace would pop up in front of
them, only to disappear as suddenly as it came. They held onto the trunk
tightly and came to a sudden stop in front of a brick fireplace. Harry stumbled
and fell to the floor as Ron did the exact same thing. The trunk came crashing
down, narrowly missing their toes and legs while the boxes landed on Ron and
the bag's contents, mostly quills and ink pots, toppled onto Harry's face.
"Are you okay?" asked Hermione anxiously as she
started moving the boxes and bags and made a fruitless attempt to pick up the
trunk. They didn't answer but took her her hand when she offered it and got to
their feet, rubbing soot off all the way.
"Hello, come sit down, Ron. And you must be Harry. I'm
Hermi's father." a man just walked into the room wearing a plain black
t-shirt and khaki-colored pants. He was a handsome man in his late thirties and
had short brown hair that was so tightly curled it looked like a brillo pad.
"Erm... yeah, hi." said Harry. He took Hermione's
father's hand as he extended it and smiled politely as it was crushed by his exceptionally
strong grip. He watched the man walk over to Harry's trunk, picked it up and
take it upstairs, grinning at them and showing off his straight, even, bright,
white teeth.
"So....." Harry said as he looked around the room
he had fallen into. There was a couch and several armchairs scattered around
the fireplace and the television set. Harry watched as Ron walked up to the TV
set and started pushing the buttons, none of which worked since it wasn't
turned on. When he pressed the large, round, green button, a sudden sound of
gunshots rang out and Ron yelled and jumped back as a man in a cowboy hat faced
the audience, shooting his gun at them in rapid succesion. Ron had a look of
shock plastered on his face and was slowly backing away into Harry as Hermione
grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Barney. Harry started laughing at
Ron while Hermione tried her best not to.
"You- you (peels of laughter) never saw a- a TV?"
asked Harry, on the floor, shaking with laughter.
"No!" said Ron indignantly, turning red with
humiliation and falling into a blue armchair. The others sat across fromhim in
identical chairs and they sat talking for a while.
"So, Hermi, anything new?" asked Ron obnoxiously.
"Oh, shut up, I've been trying to convince my dad to stop
calling me that for years."
"Yeah, Hermi, weren't you supposed to visit Victor Krum, did
you?" asked Harry, suddenly remembering Hermione's famous Quidditch playing
boyfriend. She turned a mild shade of pink while Ron tried his hardest trying
to look as though he wasn't interested by staring into
space.
"Yeah, I did for about a week. My parents came along though,
so it turned out to be some sort of vacation to Bulgaria. We didn't have much
time together." She answered sadly. There was a moment of silence and then
Hermione's dad came in with a box of sugar-free sweets. They thanked him and he
went away.
"So" said Hermione, picking up a sour ball, "Fred and George
got a shop?"
"Yeah, in some village in Scotland. They tried to get a
place in Diagon Alley but its way too expensive, theres a lot of demand. Dad's
okay with their decision now that its settled and they have a store and all but
mum still says they should've gone into the ministry. I reckon it'll be cool
having a joke shop, Fred and George said they'll give us free merchandise
whenever they can...." Ron finished with a faraway look, as though he was
imagining himself in a heap of Canary Creams and Dungbombs, throwing them one
by one at Malfoy.
"Do you guys want to go to Diagon Alley today?"
suggested Hermione thoughtfully.
"Yeah lets go." said Harry until he remembered
that he didn't have a supplies list.
"I didn't get my Hogwarts letter yet, did you?"
asked Ron.
"Nope." he replied.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Thats strange, doesn't
it usually come on the thirty first? Today's the third..." Hermione
trailed off. After a long pause she said, "Let me show you your
rooms."
They followed her out of the room with the hearth and found
themselves in a hallway with white walls and a velvety burgundy carpet. They
walked up a flight of broad wooden stairs with a golden, well polished banister
and came to a landing with the same velvety carpet but this time navy blue.
They were in another well lit corridor with three doors on the right and four on
the left. She led them through, pointing out her parents bedroom, a bathroom, a
closet, two guest rooms, her own room, and a game room that had a pool table,
ping-pong table, and a table set up with gobstones (apparently she had taught
her parents and cousins how to play). Ron's room had white walls with a brown
woodish trim and a rich reddish brown velvety carpet. Harry's had white walls
with a blue trim and a matching velvety carpet.
"Do you like it?" Hermione asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, its great!" exclaimed Ron, Harry nodded.
Hermione looked happier and told them to come downstairs and have some lunch.
-:- -:- -:-
Two days after their arrival, Hermione had decided to cancel
her Art lessons ('They're so boring and I really can't imagine how they would
ever come in handy in my future. I mean, have you ever seen books written about
art? Honestly, how useless!!'). The rest of their vacation was fun but the trio
still hadn't recieved Hogwarts letters and were getting worried by their last
week of vacation. Ron had owled his parents asking if his brothers and sisters
had gotten theirs but the reply was disappointing. Hedwig was sent to Sirius
and Remus asking if Harry's letter had arrived there but their reply was
negative as well. Two days before the start of term, Harry desperately decided
to call the Dursleys. The conversation went like this.
"Hello?" a woman's deep, gruff voice asked
politely.
"Hello? Aunt Petunia? Its Harry. Di-"
"This isn't Petunia, its your Aunt Marge! Have they
been hitting you over the head at summer school? What, too stupid to be allowed
a valid vacation? I always said you were an idiot, just like your parents. Now
what do you want?"she asked as Ron and Hermione who were listening in
opened their eyes wide in horror and clenched their fists tightly.
"Can you give it to Uncle Vernon?" he said
roughly, he didn't have any patience for Aunt Marge right now.
"Vernon is at work, like respectable men should be.
Unlike your father, he has enough sense to realize that a job is more important
that drinking his ass off, getting himself killed and landing his poor
sister-in-law with you!" she snarled. Harry, completely ignoring this rude
statement said,
"Okay, is Aunt Petunia there then? It's really
important."
"Got yourself into trouble did you? Hold on, she's
right here." Harry heard her say in a very audible voice 'Petunia, dear,
that Potter boy called from the center. Says its important, probably got into
trouble again.' then in a loud whisper, 'Just ask for a double beating, that
should set the weasel right'. A moment later;
"What do you think your doing, calling here? And I
thought you-you- you...People don't use machines like this. Hold on, Marge? Why
don't you go help yourself to some fruits in the kitchen. I'll go join after
I'm done with this. Now what do you want??"
"Did you get a letter from Hogwarts by mail or by owl
about the new term and my supplies?" Harry didn't care about saying his
school name to Aunt Petunia, all she could do is scold him until next year.
"No I did not!" she spat into the phone and hung
up immediately. Harry hung up as well and looked at his friends, "You
heard her. I don't know what we're going to do."
"This year the prefects are chosen too, three for each
house, and I'm sure Hermione would have gotten a letter and her badge for that.
I even asked dad about and he said he had no idea what was going on."
"We'll find out what happens on the train the day after
tomorrow. It'll be alright, I mean the teachers can't punish us since we didn't
get letters. Maybe they were intercepted or they didn't get out or maybe the
owls died. I don't think Hogwarts blew up or anything...it would have been in
the Daily Prophet..." she said, trying to reassure herself and the others.
they all looked out the window, miserably, willing three Hogwarts barn owls to
come through those plastic frames.
They never came.
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howdya like it? im kinda screwed, i have absolutely
no idea where I'm going with this story though have thought up some brilliant
plots that I can't use here because of what I've already done, I'll try to tie
a couple in though...please review, as they say, 'be a responsible reader and
review' i think...well i dont have it in front of me but its something like
that.. neways... buh bye, talk to me on line...
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