Heres Chapter 2!
Misplaced Memories and Magical Potions
Bright sunlight streamed in through Ron's bedroom window, making the orange walls brighter than they really were. Harry slowly opened his eyes and groped along his bedside table for his glasses. Once they were on, he looked over at Ron who was already dressed, and looking at him.
"Geez, were you tired last night or something? Been trying to wake you for a half an hour!"
"Guess I was tired...why you want me up so badly?"
Ron shrugged. "I thought we could go out back and check out the craters those weird golden comets made to see if we can find out where they came from."
Harry nodded, dressed quickly, and followed Ron downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was busy shuffling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She noticed Ron and Harry as she opened the lid to a large pot on the stove.
"Oh, good morning bo -- oh NO!" she yelled, as about three brilliant red fireworks shot from the pot and circled the room before exploding into bright sparks. Harry and Ron slowly sneaked from the kitchen and out the backdoor while Mrs. Weasley was busy yelling herself hoarse at the staircase for Fred and George to come downstairs.
Harry stopped as soon as he caught a glimpse of the garden, and tried to get Ron's attention. He was currently peering into the kitchen to see what kind of trouble Fred and George would get into.
"Ron...?"
Ron turned around and blinked.
"Where'd all the craters go?"
Indeed, the grassy garden was completely crater-free. Aside from the ever present lawn gnome sneaking along the garden wall, the area looked as if it hadn't been touched in over a week.
"How could that be..." wondered Harry aloud.
Ron turned and went back inside the house, Harry in tow, and found Mrs. Weasley setting plates on the table for breakfast.
"Mum? What happened to those craters we told you about? The ones made by those golden comets?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron as if a Fillibuster Firework had come shooting out of his ear. She looked over at Harry who just stared back, waiting for her answer.
"Dear...are you feeling alright?" she asked, immidiately coming over and feeling both of their foreheads with her hands. "You feel pretty cool...now where did all this nonsense come from about golden comets and craters?"
"Mum!! We told you about it last night! Me, Fred, George, and Harry were playing Quidditch when a bunch of golden comets almost knocked us off our brooms! They made craters in the ground out back and now they're gone!"
"Ron...if this is your idea of a joke..."
"It's NOT!"
Mrs. Weasley gave the two of them anothe quizzical look before hurrying off to the kitchen again, muttering things about "lunatic kids". Harry and Ron gave each other a weird look before hurrying upstairs to Fred and George's room. Harry knocked once and Fred poked his head through a crack in the door.
"Hullo," he said.
"Hi," said Harry. "Fred, did you fill up those craters? The ones the golden comets made last night?"
Fred gave Harry a look that almost matched the one Mrs. Weasley gave them. He looked over at Ron, who nodded and he looked back to Harry.
"You two must be off your rockers. Now if you'll excuse me, me 'n George were working on something."
"Probably the Weasley Wizard Wheezes..." Ron muttered from behind him, as they walked back downstairs for breakfast.
Harry looked up at the old grandfather clock that stood beside the fireplace. The clock now had ten hands instead of nine, the newest one reading "Harry Potter" engraved into the worn gold clock hand. The hand reading "Arthur Weasley" was still pointing directly at "work".
"Dad's still at work?! He's been there for over three days! How's he getting sleep?"
Mrs. Weasley set down a large plate of toast and looked at the grandfather clock. "They probably have rooms there, Ron. Or he's at a nearby friend's house. Stop worrying so much." She rubbed her temples, a sign of stress. Harry wasn't suprised. Taking care of five kids alone probably wasn't easy.
Breakfast that morning consisted of toast, hash browns, eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausages, muffins, and orange juice. Mrs. Weasley always went all out when it came to cooking a meal. She knew the Dursley's hadn't been feeding him properly all his life, so she always tried to persuade him to take fourth and fifth helpings. After breakfast, Ron and Harry got up from the table and headed upstairs and into Ron's room.
Harry sighed and flopped down on his camp bed -- he'd be using a camp bed until the Weasley's could get a bed for him upstairs. "Why is it no one can remember those comets? They're not exactly something you can forget about easily..."
"I know...it's all very peculiar. Do you think it has something to do with You-Know-Who?"
Harry snorted. "It ALWAYS has something to do with Vol -- sorry, You-Know-Who."
Ron fell silent. Everyone was careful to mention Lord Voldemort around Harry ever since the Triwizard Cup incident last year. No one besides Harry knew exactly what had happened in that deserted cemetary. Well, one other person knew, but he wasn't exactly in the condition to tell anyone about it. Cedric Diggory, one of the Hogwarts Champions, had died tragically during the attack.
Suddenly, a large owl swooped in through Ron's open window and deposited two thick envelopes on Ron's bed. The owl had the Hogwarts coat of arms around it's neck. Harry paid the owl two bronze knuts and it took off again out the window with a small hoot.
"Been wondering when those would get here..." muttered Harry as he picked up the envelope addressed to him. He opened the thick envelope and took out the first sheet of parchment
~~Dear Mr. Potter
Enclosed, is your list of course books and other materials you will need for your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We regret to inform you the Yule Ball will not be held this year, so please do not bring dress robes. Term begins September 1st at King's Cross Station at eleven o' clock. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Sincerly,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress~~
Harry took out the piece of parchment that had the list of things he would need for the oncoming year. He wouldn't be needing new robes, or a new wand, but the list DID include a strong pair of dragonhide gloves. Harry gulped. He wondered what kind of dangerous (and probably illegal) creature Hagrid had managed to get for his Care of Magical Creatures class.
"You've got to get dragonhide gloves too?" said Ron, peering over at Harry's list.
"Yeah...can't want to see what we've got to use them for."
Ron smirked, just as Hedwig soared in through the open window and landed on Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig! Where have you been?"
Hedwig hooted softly and nipped his finger affectionately as he stroked her. Harry looked down and noticed a letter and a small package attached to her leg. He untied the letter from her leg, and Hedwig flew over to her cage, gulping down some water. Harry unfolded the letter and began to read outloud.
"Dear Harry,
How have you been? I heard you've moved away from those Muggles you live with and moved in with your friend Ron. That's good. I never trusted those ruddy Muggles anyway.
Hedwig has got to be the smartest owl I have ever seen in my life. She showed up just as I was about to mail your birthday present to you. Sorry if this is a bit late, I had some trouble finding something since I am in hiding and all. I hope you enjoy your gift, and tell Ron I said hello.
Sincerly,
Sirius"
"That was nice of him," said Ron, picking up the small parcel Sirius had sent and giving it to Harry.
Harry tore the top of the box away, along with the paper inside, and lifted up what looked like a bottle filled with a thick black liquid. Ron gave a quizzical look to the bottle as Harry turned it over.
"Look, a note fell off of it!" said Harry, picking up a small slip of parchment. He unfolded it and read it outloud to Ron.
"Dear Harry,
This is a special potion used for predicting the future. All you have to do, is toss a capful of this potion into the nearest fireplace, and the flames will turn into a sort of television screen. You must tell the flame how far into the future you want to see before you toss the potion inside, though. I stole it from a shop in Hogsmeade a couple nights ago. I hope you enjoy it!
Sirius"
Harry looked back to the bottle of black liquid, and set it down. He had the strangest feeling it would come in handy very soon.
Ron picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and sniffed it.
"Whoa! This is some strong smelling stuff!" he said, snapping the cap back on the bottle.
Harry glanced outside to the darkening sky and he blinked.
"Ron!! Outside! LOOK!" Harry rushed to the window, followed by Ron to see a large golden comet come rushing past the window and land in the front yard with a 'BOOM!'.
Harry looked down and was very suprised to see the comet be sort of sucked into the ground, and the crater close itself up.
"Brilliant...how'd it do that...?" asked Ron, as another golden comet came whizzing by.
"I have no clue...but I really don't like this..."
*End Part 2*
Misplaced Memories and Magical Potions
Bright sunlight streamed in through Ron's bedroom window, making the orange walls brighter than they really were. Harry slowly opened his eyes and groped along his bedside table for his glasses. Once they were on, he looked over at Ron who was already dressed, and looking at him.
"Geez, were you tired last night or something? Been trying to wake you for a half an hour!"
"Guess I was tired...why you want me up so badly?"
Ron shrugged. "I thought we could go out back and check out the craters those weird golden comets made to see if we can find out where they came from."
Harry nodded, dressed quickly, and followed Ron downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was busy shuffling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She noticed Ron and Harry as she opened the lid to a large pot on the stove.
"Oh, good morning bo -- oh NO!" she yelled, as about three brilliant red fireworks shot from the pot and circled the room before exploding into bright sparks. Harry and Ron slowly sneaked from the kitchen and out the backdoor while Mrs. Weasley was busy yelling herself hoarse at the staircase for Fred and George to come downstairs.
Harry stopped as soon as he caught a glimpse of the garden, and tried to get Ron's attention. He was currently peering into the kitchen to see what kind of trouble Fred and George would get into.
"Ron...?"
Ron turned around and blinked.
"Where'd all the craters go?"
Indeed, the grassy garden was completely crater-free. Aside from the ever present lawn gnome sneaking along the garden wall, the area looked as if it hadn't been touched in over a week.
"How could that be..." wondered Harry aloud.
Ron turned and went back inside the house, Harry in tow, and found Mrs. Weasley setting plates on the table for breakfast.
"Mum? What happened to those craters we told you about? The ones made by those golden comets?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron as if a Fillibuster Firework had come shooting out of his ear. She looked over at Harry who just stared back, waiting for her answer.
"Dear...are you feeling alright?" she asked, immidiately coming over and feeling both of their foreheads with her hands. "You feel pretty cool...now where did all this nonsense come from about golden comets and craters?"
"Mum!! We told you about it last night! Me, Fred, George, and Harry were playing Quidditch when a bunch of golden comets almost knocked us off our brooms! They made craters in the ground out back and now they're gone!"
"Ron...if this is your idea of a joke..."
"It's NOT!"
Mrs. Weasley gave the two of them anothe quizzical look before hurrying off to the kitchen again, muttering things about "lunatic kids". Harry and Ron gave each other a weird look before hurrying upstairs to Fred and George's room. Harry knocked once and Fred poked his head through a crack in the door.
"Hullo," he said.
"Hi," said Harry. "Fred, did you fill up those craters? The ones the golden comets made last night?"
Fred gave Harry a look that almost matched the one Mrs. Weasley gave them. He looked over at Ron, who nodded and he looked back to Harry.
"You two must be off your rockers. Now if you'll excuse me, me 'n George were working on something."
"Probably the Weasley Wizard Wheezes..." Ron muttered from behind him, as they walked back downstairs for breakfast.
Harry looked up at the old grandfather clock that stood beside the fireplace. The clock now had ten hands instead of nine, the newest one reading "Harry Potter" engraved into the worn gold clock hand. The hand reading "Arthur Weasley" was still pointing directly at "work".
"Dad's still at work?! He's been there for over three days! How's he getting sleep?"
Mrs. Weasley set down a large plate of toast and looked at the grandfather clock. "They probably have rooms there, Ron. Or he's at a nearby friend's house. Stop worrying so much." She rubbed her temples, a sign of stress. Harry wasn't suprised. Taking care of five kids alone probably wasn't easy.
Breakfast that morning consisted of toast, hash browns, eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausages, muffins, and orange juice. Mrs. Weasley always went all out when it came to cooking a meal. She knew the Dursley's hadn't been feeding him properly all his life, so she always tried to persuade him to take fourth and fifth helpings. After breakfast, Ron and Harry got up from the table and headed upstairs and into Ron's room.
Harry sighed and flopped down on his camp bed -- he'd be using a camp bed until the Weasley's could get a bed for him upstairs. "Why is it no one can remember those comets? They're not exactly something you can forget about easily..."
"I know...it's all very peculiar. Do you think it has something to do with You-Know-Who?"
Harry snorted. "It ALWAYS has something to do with Vol -- sorry, You-Know-Who."
Ron fell silent. Everyone was careful to mention Lord Voldemort around Harry ever since the Triwizard Cup incident last year. No one besides Harry knew exactly what had happened in that deserted cemetary. Well, one other person knew, but he wasn't exactly in the condition to tell anyone about it. Cedric Diggory, one of the Hogwarts Champions, had died tragically during the attack.
Suddenly, a large owl swooped in through Ron's open window and deposited two thick envelopes on Ron's bed. The owl had the Hogwarts coat of arms around it's neck. Harry paid the owl two bronze knuts and it took off again out the window with a small hoot.
"Been wondering when those would get here..." muttered Harry as he picked up the envelope addressed to him. He opened the thick envelope and took out the first sheet of parchment
~~Dear Mr. Potter
Enclosed, is your list of course books and other materials you will need for your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We regret to inform you the Yule Ball will not be held this year, so please do not bring dress robes. Term begins September 1st at King's Cross Station at eleven o' clock. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Sincerly,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress~~
Harry took out the piece of parchment that had the list of things he would need for the oncoming year. He wouldn't be needing new robes, or a new wand, but the list DID include a strong pair of dragonhide gloves. Harry gulped. He wondered what kind of dangerous (and probably illegal) creature Hagrid had managed to get for his Care of Magical Creatures class.
"You've got to get dragonhide gloves too?" said Ron, peering over at Harry's list.
"Yeah...can't want to see what we've got to use them for."
Ron smirked, just as Hedwig soared in through the open window and landed on Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig! Where have you been?"
Hedwig hooted softly and nipped his finger affectionately as he stroked her. Harry looked down and noticed a letter and a small package attached to her leg. He untied the letter from her leg, and Hedwig flew over to her cage, gulping down some water. Harry unfolded the letter and began to read outloud.
"Dear Harry,
How have you been? I heard you've moved away from those Muggles you live with and moved in with your friend Ron. That's good. I never trusted those ruddy Muggles anyway.
Hedwig has got to be the smartest owl I have ever seen in my life. She showed up just as I was about to mail your birthday present to you. Sorry if this is a bit late, I had some trouble finding something since I am in hiding and all. I hope you enjoy your gift, and tell Ron I said hello.
Sincerly,
Sirius"
"That was nice of him," said Ron, picking up the small parcel Sirius had sent and giving it to Harry.
Harry tore the top of the box away, along with the paper inside, and lifted up what looked like a bottle filled with a thick black liquid. Ron gave a quizzical look to the bottle as Harry turned it over.
"Look, a note fell off of it!" said Harry, picking up a small slip of parchment. He unfolded it and read it outloud to Ron.
"Dear Harry,
This is a special potion used for predicting the future. All you have to do, is toss a capful of this potion into the nearest fireplace, and the flames will turn into a sort of television screen. You must tell the flame how far into the future you want to see before you toss the potion inside, though. I stole it from a shop in Hogsmeade a couple nights ago. I hope you enjoy it!
Sirius"
Harry looked back to the bottle of black liquid, and set it down. He had the strangest feeling it would come in handy very soon.
Ron picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and sniffed it.
"Whoa! This is some strong smelling stuff!" he said, snapping the cap back on the bottle.
Harry glanced outside to the darkening sky and he blinked.
"Ron!! Outside! LOOK!" Harry rushed to the window, followed by Ron to see a large golden comet come rushing past the window and land in the front yard with a 'BOOM!'.
Harry looked down and was very suprised to see the comet be sort of sucked into the ground, and the crater close itself up.
"Brilliant...how'd it do that...?" asked Ron, as another golden comet came whizzing by.
"I have no clue...but I really don't like this..."
*End Part 2*