author's notes: the last chapter was fun, fun, fun! ^_^;; i only got three reviews, but what the hey! i've never seen deep rising, but what lies beneath sorta freaked me out (though i didn't scream like SOME people i know...) and i thought it'd be funny if, for the duration of the fic, malfoy had something to complain about. so thank you house-elf and semmel and starlight nemesis. ^_^ v
anyways, to the fic.
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Ron's father "collected" items from the Muggle world against his wife's wishes. Ron, himself, and his brothers loved to sneak in and fiddle around with the stuff, wondering just why someone would need a bike or other silly things of the sort. On one morning, a little after the middle of the summer, he was sorting through his bags and found a rather old note from Harry. It had been given to him just before the summer Ron had tried to call, and failed miserably by screaming. Perhaps if he talked quieter, and disguised his voice... He ran to the phone and began to dial.
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"Make me bacon!!" Uncle Vernon screamed, his "old faithful" attitude kicking in for just a few seconds....
until he saw Malfoy's wand clenched tightly in his hand.
"Please?" Aunt Petunia offered to do so and stood from her place at the table. Of course, one thought she would remember just how to make bacon, but she'd been ordering Harry to do it for so long, she didn't remember bits and pieces. Oh well. Go with the flow. Run like the wind. Use the force. Find the salt. She began. Dudley momentarily hid under the table so she wouldn't cook his bacon.
At that moment the phone rang and Dudley answered.
"Oink." Poor Dudley had lost his human voice last week. He held the phone out to Harry.
"Oink, oink, oinkity." Translation: "It's for you."
Harry smiled. A few summers ago he had been receiving letters. Now he got phone calls? It just kept getting better and better. Harry stood and grabbed the phone. His mouth moved to form the word 'hello', but it appeared his vocal cords had been shut off. He shook his head as he remembered Malfoy's curse. Of course, his fellow wizard had said it would fade away by the end of this week.
"Hullo? Harry? Is this Harry? I can't hear anything, Dad. Is it broken?"
"It was in working order just yesterday..." Harry heard a voice in the backround.
"Harry? Should I scream, Dad? It worked last time."
"Yes, son. Try screaming."
"HARRY. POTTER?!?!? ARE. YOU. THERE?!?!?!?!?!?"
Harry held the phone away at arms length, and then had to set it on the counter and walk a few paces away from it.
"I. WANTED. TO. KNOW. IF. YOU. WANTED. TO. COME. TO. THE. BURROW. FOR. THE. REST. OF. THE. VAY. CAY. SHUN!! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE?!?!?"
Harry wanted to scream back but he couldn't. He couldn't respond at all. He nodded though. Then the worst thing possible happened. Malfoy picked up the phone.
"Hello. Your call has been disconnected. Try later on the party line." And with that he hung up. Harry began to speak silent words at him and make motions with his hands. Malfoy wasn't getting it, so he tried a different approach. He held up three fingers.
"Three words..."
Harry nodded. Malfoy knew charades after all! He pointed to himself.
"You," Malfoy said, watching as he nodded once more.
Harry then made a very mean face and flipped Malfoy off.
"Hate."
Harry pointed at Malfoy.
"Me. You hate me. Oh, Potter, I already knew that."
*****
"Um... Dad? What's a party line?"
Mr. Weasley shrugged.
*****
Harry's hand coiled itself into a fist and was then launched at Malfoy's face. It connected. Malfoy, through excrutiating pain and a bloody nose, made his own attack and almost destroyed Harry's jaw. The two were at it again, matching blow for blow and getting bloody and grimy as they did. Of course, all this just had to happen while Mrs. Dursley was making bacon with a frying pan. Uncle Vernon was shouting at her to do something, so the bacon was flipped off the pan, and the pan itself was used as a weapon to defend herself and her family. Dudley was enjoying it.
"Oinkity Oink Oinkers!" Translation: "My money's on the judge!"
Uncle Vernon hid under the table and began to cry, thinking it was the end of the world when he heard a giant roar outside. Mrs. Dursley stopped banging pots and pans on the quarreling boys and Malfoy and Harry held their fists up in the air, prepared to begin the assault again if the roaring went away. They were each holding their opponent's shirt collar in one hand and a fist inches away from his face.
The roaring turned out to be that of an engine. An engine of a car. An engine in a flying car, recently repaired.
"Harry! Thank heavens you're alive! It took me a minute to figure out it was Malfoy's voice, and when I realized it I thought he'd killed you!! You're alright, aren't you? You look awful dirty," Ron grinned as he hung out the car window and spoke through the open kitchen window of the Dursley's home. They were sure to attract some attention, but emergancies leave no room for common sense. Harry ran upstairs and grabbed his things (all his things), waved goodbye to Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and piggy Dudley, and climbed into the hovering car, which George was driving. Fred sat in the back and helped him load his things up.
"Potter!! I demand we talk about this!!"
Harry turned around to see Malfoy somewhat angry.
"You can't just go traipsing off to your friends'! How long are you going to be gone? When will we hear from you? Are you going to call?"
Ron rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You've got to come with us, you know. Harry leaves, you follow."
"I'd like to see that in writing!!"
Harry wrote it down and handed it to Malfoy and the trip to the Burrow officially began. They did forget of course, that they were supposed to turn Dudley back to normal once they left. Dudley couldn't remind him because all he could say was "oink." And the world was a much better place, anyway, with Dudley learning a good lesson.
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author's ending notes: wow! the eighth chapter! finished! it was sorta short and had everything to do with leaving for the burrow but oh well. the next one will be coming sooner. (thanks to christmas break!) and i appologize for the long wait. i had a merry christmas and i hope my readers did as well.
until later, this is mashaka... signing out.
anyways, to the fic.
*****
Ron's father "collected" items from the Muggle world against his wife's wishes. Ron, himself, and his brothers loved to sneak in and fiddle around with the stuff, wondering just why someone would need a bike or other silly things of the sort. On one morning, a little after the middle of the summer, he was sorting through his bags and found a rather old note from Harry. It had been given to him just before the summer Ron had tried to call, and failed miserably by screaming. Perhaps if he talked quieter, and disguised his voice... He ran to the phone and began to dial.
*****
"Make me bacon!!" Uncle Vernon screamed, his "old faithful" attitude kicking in for just a few seconds....
until he saw Malfoy's wand clenched tightly in his hand.
"Please?" Aunt Petunia offered to do so and stood from her place at the table. Of course, one thought she would remember just how to make bacon, but she'd been ordering Harry to do it for so long, she didn't remember bits and pieces. Oh well. Go with the flow. Run like the wind. Use the force. Find the salt. She began. Dudley momentarily hid under the table so she wouldn't cook his bacon.
At that moment the phone rang and Dudley answered.
"Oink." Poor Dudley had lost his human voice last week. He held the phone out to Harry.
"Oink, oink, oinkity." Translation: "It's for you."
Harry smiled. A few summers ago he had been receiving letters. Now he got phone calls? It just kept getting better and better. Harry stood and grabbed the phone. His mouth moved to form the word 'hello', but it appeared his vocal cords had been shut off. He shook his head as he remembered Malfoy's curse. Of course, his fellow wizard had said it would fade away by the end of this week.
"Hullo? Harry? Is this Harry? I can't hear anything, Dad. Is it broken?"
"It was in working order just yesterday..." Harry heard a voice in the backround.
"Harry? Should I scream, Dad? It worked last time."
"Yes, son. Try screaming."
"HARRY. POTTER?!?!? ARE. YOU. THERE?!?!?!?!?!?"
Harry held the phone away at arms length, and then had to set it on the counter and walk a few paces away from it.
"I. WANTED. TO. KNOW. IF. YOU. WANTED. TO. COME. TO. THE. BURROW. FOR. THE. REST. OF. THE. VAY. CAY. SHUN!! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE?!?!?"
Harry wanted to scream back but he couldn't. He couldn't respond at all. He nodded though. Then the worst thing possible happened. Malfoy picked up the phone.
"Hello. Your call has been disconnected. Try later on the party line." And with that he hung up. Harry began to speak silent words at him and make motions with his hands. Malfoy wasn't getting it, so he tried a different approach. He held up three fingers.
"Three words..."
Harry nodded. Malfoy knew charades after all! He pointed to himself.
"You," Malfoy said, watching as he nodded once more.
Harry then made a very mean face and flipped Malfoy off.
"Hate."
Harry pointed at Malfoy.
"Me. You hate me. Oh, Potter, I already knew that."
*****
"Um... Dad? What's a party line?"
Mr. Weasley shrugged.
*****
Harry's hand coiled itself into a fist and was then launched at Malfoy's face. It connected. Malfoy, through excrutiating pain and a bloody nose, made his own attack and almost destroyed Harry's jaw. The two were at it again, matching blow for blow and getting bloody and grimy as they did. Of course, all this just had to happen while Mrs. Dursley was making bacon with a frying pan. Uncle Vernon was shouting at her to do something, so the bacon was flipped off the pan, and the pan itself was used as a weapon to defend herself and her family. Dudley was enjoying it.
"Oinkity Oink Oinkers!" Translation: "My money's on the judge!"
Uncle Vernon hid under the table and began to cry, thinking it was the end of the world when he heard a giant roar outside. Mrs. Dursley stopped banging pots and pans on the quarreling boys and Malfoy and Harry held their fists up in the air, prepared to begin the assault again if the roaring went away. They were each holding their opponent's shirt collar in one hand and a fist inches away from his face.
The roaring turned out to be that of an engine. An engine of a car. An engine in a flying car, recently repaired.
"Harry! Thank heavens you're alive! It took me a minute to figure out it was Malfoy's voice, and when I realized it I thought he'd killed you!! You're alright, aren't you? You look awful dirty," Ron grinned as he hung out the car window and spoke through the open kitchen window of the Dursley's home. They were sure to attract some attention, but emergancies leave no room for common sense. Harry ran upstairs and grabbed his things (all his things), waved goodbye to Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and piggy Dudley, and climbed into the hovering car, which George was driving. Fred sat in the back and helped him load his things up.
"Potter!! I demand we talk about this!!"
Harry turned around to see Malfoy somewhat angry.
"You can't just go traipsing off to your friends'! How long are you going to be gone? When will we hear from you? Are you going to call?"
Ron rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You've got to come with us, you know. Harry leaves, you follow."
"I'd like to see that in writing!!"
Harry wrote it down and handed it to Malfoy and the trip to the Burrow officially began. They did forget of course, that they were supposed to turn Dudley back to normal once they left. Dudley couldn't remind him because all he could say was "oink." And the world was a much better place, anyway, with Dudley learning a good lesson.
*****
author's ending notes: wow! the eighth chapter! finished! it was sorta short and had everything to do with leaving for the burrow but oh well. the next one will be coming sooner. (thanks to christmas break!) and i appologize for the long wait. i had a merry christmas and i hope my readers did as well.
until later, this is mashaka... signing out.