Hey, fanfickers. Yes, I know the last chapter wasn't very good. But it'll get better.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter characters, Harry Potter objects, Harry Potter actions, Harry Potter ideas, yadda yadda. Anything you recognize here belongs to her highness J.K. Rowling so don't sue. Pretty please?
Chapter 2: Reunion
"Ron dear! Harry, Hermione, how are you?" They were enthusiasticly by the Weasleys. Chubby Mrs. Weasley gave them all hugs, tall Mr. Weasley slapped Ron on the back, Percy cordially shook their hands. Harry was very happy to see they wore new robes.
"Where's Fred and George?" Ron asked his father.
"Couldn't get away. Their buisness is thriving." Harry couldn't help notice a faint annoyed tone in Mr. Weasley's voice. He had wanted his sons to work for the Ministry of Magic, but the twins had had other plans. "They make 25 galleons a day. They give five to us, so we could get new robes and things."
"Yes, they wanted to give 10 a day, but we wouldn't have it," Mrs. Weasley put in. "We don't know whether they're trying to bribe us or not."
"And Bill and Charlie?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Busy as well. Goodness knows *I* shouldn't have been able to get away, but Candance Clearwater, Penny's sister, is covering for me. Our office is quite busy; some Frenchmen have been selling Invisible Steel tipped quills, what a hazard, and we have been trying--"
"Yes, and speaking of Bill," broke in Mr. Weasley, before Percy could get too carried away. Ron, did you hear? He's getting married! On Halloween!"
"WHAT?!"
"He's engaged to Korina Figg, Arabella Figg's adopted German daughter. The wedding is in Wizard London, at St. George Chapel on Maniac Alley. I believe Mrs. Figg lives near you, Harry, so Bill may be dropping by once in a while. And you two are invited, of course." Harry was unspeakably happy. Visits from Bill? Maybe his summers wouldn't be TOO bad.
"Well, congratulations to him!" cried Hermione.
A whistle blew sharply. Harry and Ron scurried off to the locker rooms to change and give a pep talk.
"Alright, team," began Harry. "As you know, we need this game to win the Quidditch cup. If we tie ("Unlikely," whispered Seamus to Ron. "With Harry as Seeker.") we will lose the cup, since Hufflepuff is in first place for it. So just do your best and we won't have a problem! Beaters, try the Bludger Backbeat; you're good at it, and I don't think Hufflepuff knows any of our moves. Chasers, the Hawkshead Attacking Formation will do well for you, and Huff's Chasers like Parkin's Pincer, so the Porskoff Ploy will do well there. (A.N: For the definition of these moves, get Quidditch Through the Ages bye Kennilworthy Whisp (it actually exists!).) Jacob, you excel with the Double Eight Loop, you should use it."
"Woof!" replied Jacob. (A.N: Jacob is the name of my dog.)
"Alright!" shouted Ron and Seamus.
"C'mon, let's get 'em!!" cried Penny Marvin.
"Go team!" yelled Harry, and running and shouting, brooms under arms, they raced onto the field.
Thanks for your comments! Keep reviewing, give me ideas, flame me if you want, but if you do, tell me WHAT'S bad, so I can fix it. Special thanks to Catie S, Aeslech, Dizzy_Grl, vmr, and my lubable puppy dog Jacob Milton Edwards.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter characters, Harry Potter objects, Harry Potter actions, Harry Potter ideas, yadda yadda. Anything you recognize here belongs to her highness J.K. Rowling so don't sue. Pretty please?
Chapter 2: Reunion
"Ron dear! Harry, Hermione, how are you?" They were enthusiasticly by the Weasleys. Chubby Mrs. Weasley gave them all hugs, tall Mr. Weasley slapped Ron on the back, Percy cordially shook their hands. Harry was very happy to see they wore new robes.
"Where's Fred and George?" Ron asked his father.
"Couldn't get away. Their buisness is thriving." Harry couldn't help notice a faint annoyed tone in Mr. Weasley's voice. He had wanted his sons to work for the Ministry of Magic, but the twins had had other plans. "They make 25 galleons a day. They give five to us, so we could get new robes and things."
"Yes, they wanted to give 10 a day, but we wouldn't have it," Mrs. Weasley put in. "We don't know whether they're trying to bribe us or not."
"And Bill and Charlie?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Busy as well. Goodness knows *I* shouldn't have been able to get away, but Candance Clearwater, Penny's sister, is covering for me. Our office is quite busy; some Frenchmen have been selling Invisible Steel tipped quills, what a hazard, and we have been trying--"
"Yes, and speaking of Bill," broke in Mr. Weasley, before Percy could get too carried away. Ron, did you hear? He's getting married! On Halloween!"
"WHAT?!"
"He's engaged to Korina Figg, Arabella Figg's adopted German daughter. The wedding is in Wizard London, at St. George Chapel on Maniac Alley. I believe Mrs. Figg lives near you, Harry, so Bill may be dropping by once in a while. And you two are invited, of course." Harry was unspeakably happy. Visits from Bill? Maybe his summers wouldn't be TOO bad.
"Well, congratulations to him!" cried Hermione.
A whistle blew sharply. Harry and Ron scurried off to the locker rooms to change and give a pep talk.
"Alright, team," began Harry. "As you know, we need this game to win the Quidditch cup. If we tie ("Unlikely," whispered Seamus to Ron. "With Harry as Seeker.") we will lose the cup, since Hufflepuff is in first place for it. So just do your best and we won't have a problem! Beaters, try the Bludger Backbeat; you're good at it, and I don't think Hufflepuff knows any of our moves. Chasers, the Hawkshead Attacking Formation will do well for you, and Huff's Chasers like Parkin's Pincer, so the Porskoff Ploy will do well there. (A.N: For the definition of these moves, get Quidditch Through the Ages bye Kennilworthy Whisp (it actually exists!).) Jacob, you excel with the Double Eight Loop, you should use it."
"Woof!" replied Jacob. (A.N: Jacob is the name of my dog.)
"Alright!" shouted Ron and Seamus.
"C'mon, let's get 'em!!" cried Penny Marvin.
"Go team!" yelled Harry, and running and shouting, brooms under arms, they raced onto the field.
Thanks for your comments! Keep reviewing, give me ideas, flame me if you want, but if you do, tell me WHAT'S bad, so I can fix it. Special thanks to Catie S, Aeslech, Dizzy_Grl, vmr, and my lubable puppy dog Jacob Milton Edwards.
