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Chapter Two
Where's Pig?
Harry woke up early the next morning to the sound of singing robins perched outside of his room. He had forgotten to shut the window last night. It looked as if Pig had already started to make his way home. It looked as if the Dursleys had decided to leave Harry alone and once again pretend he didn't exist, which was a bit better than when the where just plain horrible to him.
He got up, slowly. He didn't want to go downstairs any faster than he had to. He double-checked all of the nooks and crannies, making sure that he had everything that he needed packed in his trunk. Finally, he didn't have anything left to do in his room and he was getting quite hungry, so he started heading downstairs towards the kitchen.
Once down the stairs he sat in a chair. Not one of the Dursleys spoke to him, or even noticed that he had entered the room. The chair might have well have empty to them. He checked his watch that he had gotten from Ron, another hour until he was supposes to meet Mr. Wesley at the corner. 'Just one more hour,' he thought to himself, 'then I will be free from the muggles.' He quickly ate his breakfast quietly He couldn't wait to get to the Weasly's home, the Burrow.
The Weasly's all had flaming red hair, and lots of freckles. They had six children, Bill was the oldest, and he was extremely cool with long hair and a fanged earring. He worked for Gringotts. The second oldest was Charlie, he worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was the best seeker that that had played for the Gryffindor house when he went to Hogwarts. All of the Weasly's children had been in Gryffindor. Percy was on his second year at the ministry. His boss had been killed last year and he didn't know whom he would be working for this year. Barty Crouch had been killed by his son. The same person who bewitched the Tri Wizard Tournament into a portkey. Percy loves rules. Fred and George were in there final year at Hogwarts. They hated rules and wanted to open a joke shop when they graduated. Their mother wanted them to work with the ministry.
Then there was Ron. Ron was Harry's best friend and Harry hoped that they wouldn't have any big fights this year. Ron had always been over shadowed by his brothers. They had been Head boys, Quidditch captain, tops of their classes, and popular. Ron wanted to be as good as his brothers, but even if he did it wouldn't be a big deal because his brothers had all done it first. Ginny was youngest and only girl. She has had a crush on Harry since they first meet. Though she was always unusually quite around Harry. Especially since her first year (his second year) that Harry had saved her life from the Chamber of Secrets after she had been bewitched by the memory of Tom Riddle, who becomes Lord Voldermort. Mr. Wesley worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department in the Ministry of Magic. He loved anything that had to do with Muggles.
He would be meeting him in an hour and the anticipation was killing him. He couldn't wait to get back to his world. He sprinted up the stairs. Triple checked in all of the nooks, crannies and the loose floorboard. He sat on his bed. He waited. And waited. And waited. He could swear that the clock was going half as fast as it should be. Finally, ten minuets until he should be at he corner he started down the stairs with an extremely heavy trunk.
"See you next summer" he yelled over his shoulder. A grunt from Uncle Vernon had told him that he had heard him. He pulled his trunk down the eight houses to the corner. It was lucky that he had left so early. The corner may have not been far away, but trying to pull that trunk behind him was taking longer than expected. "Need some help?" a familiar voice said in his ear.
"Mr. Wesley!" Harry said. "Yeah, this trunk is really heavy." The ministry's car was parked at the curb. Harry was surprised that he hadn't heard it. Mr. Wesley helped Harry heave his trunk in to the trunk of the car. Harry got into the front seat, and Mr. Wesley drove. After an hour of listening to the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network) on the radio, they pulled up to a building off of an exit on the high way that he could tell no one else could see.
There was only one other car in the extremely small parking lot, one that the ministry's lending ones. The workers there must have preferred a fast method of transportation, such as Apperating or floo powder. Floo powder, that is what they were going to use. They entered the front doors. Every one there were where robes of different colors. They all looked up as they entered the doors. The wizard at the door exclaimed,
" Why, You're Harry Potter!"
"Yes, I have noticed that." Harry, while that hadn't happen all summer, was quite tired of people telling him his name. He did know it with out everyone reminding him. Mr. Wesley gave him a smile.
"That's Mr. Perkin, he works in the department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts with me." Harry nodded his head knowledgeably. Mr. Wesley led Harry to a back room, which was extremely hot. This was most likely caused be the dozen or so fireplaces that were running. On the mantel of all of them, there was a flowerpot. Mr. Wesley grabbed a pot from the nearest mantel place and handed it to Harry. "After you." He said. Harry took a pinch of the glittering floo powder. He sprinkled the pinch over the fire. The fire turned green. Harry stepped inside the fire, put his glasses in his pocket and kept his elbows tucked in. "The Burrow!" Harry yelled into the fire. He felt the soot in his eyes and a rush. A second later he was stumbling out of the fire at the burrow. A second later Mr. Wesley fell out of the fire right behind him.
"Harry! Good to see you." Said Ron. He had been waiting by the fire for Harry to come out of it.
"Oh, hello Harry, so glad to see you." said Mrs. Wesley. She was working over her wand, and having the dishes wash themselves in the sink. She was a pleasant woman, a bit plump, but very kind faced.
"Let's go put your stuff in my room." Ron said.
"Oh, by the way, thanks for the watch. I really needed a new one." Harry said as they began to clamor up the ever-going stairs with Ron up ahead and Harry right below him carrying the trunk between them. Ron's room was right at the top.
"No problem, doubt you get much from the Muggles."
"Are you kidding? They never even wish me a happy birthday."
They reached the top of the stairs, and a door with a sign reading 'Ronald's Room'. Ron opened the door and everything went extremely orange. Ron's favorite Quidditch team was the Chudly Cannons. Their color was a super bright orange. So naturally every square inch of Ron's room was as orange as a construction sign. Quidditch was the most popular wizard sport that was as exciting as it was dangerous. Quidditch was played on broomsticks with four balls, all-high up in the air. The big red Quaffle was to score points with. The two black Bludgers looked like cannon balls tried to knock you off your broom. And lastly the very small, fast, golden snitch that had to be caught for the game to end and earn another hundred and fifty points, so the team that caught it usually won. The three Chasers tried to score with the Quaffle, getting ten points each time they got it though a goop high up in the air. The Beaters tried to keep the bludgers away from their teammates. The Keeper tried to keep the other team from scoring and the Seeker's job was to catch the Snitch. Harry was the Seeker for the Gryffindor team, and he was quite good at it, though not quickly to admit it. Pig in his cage was sitting on Ron's dresser. He was hooting like mad at Harry and Ron.
"Oh, shut up!" Ron yelled at Pig as he helped Harry set down his trunk and then he put some treats into Pig's cage. "I wish I could put a silencing charm on him. Stupid under-age restriction" Ron said, looking annoyingly at Pig. Harry knew that wizards couldn't do magic if they weren't qualified.
Hagrid, an adult in the wizarding world wasn't a qualified wizard either, despite him being an adult. He had been expelled in his third year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had cleared his name their second year and he was now the Care of Magical Creatures teacher as well as the gamekeeper, even though he couldn't do magic. Harry had very firmly and with much evidence that his old, snapped in half wand was concealed in his pink umbrella, and occasionally he still used a bit of magic.
Pig was quite until he had choked down his treats and began hooting again. Harry and Ron decided to ignore him. Harry decided that now was the time to enrich Ron's life forever. "Ron,' Harry said lowering his voice a bit, 'you're not going to believe what Hermione got me."
"What?" Ron said, imitating Harry and lowering his voice a bit too. Very dramatically Harry began to open up his trunk, blocking the contents from Ron so he couldn't' see what he was pulling out. "This!" he said as he whipped around to showed Ron the book. Ron tilted his head while looking extremely puzzled. Harry looked back at Ron with an equally puzzling look on his face as he attempted to figure out why Ron didn't' seem excited. He looked down at the book; back up at Ron, then looking back at the book. Harry felt himself get very warm and red. He turned around, once again blocking Ron's view. Ron could see that Harry was doing something with his hands, but he couldn't tell what. Once again, but this time a bit more red, he turned around and said, "This!"
"WOW!" Ron yelled, as his mouth dropped open. Harry had had the book backward and had showed Ron only a thick brown book with no title. Now the gleaming golden words How to become an Animagi were facing him. Ron quickly lowered his voice so no one would come upstairs to see what was going on. "Hermione got you that?!" Ron looked positively shocked.
"Yep, I don't know where her head went, but I'm glad that it temporally left her." Harry said with a grin. They set the book down and began to read.
"Have any idea on what animal you want to become?" Ron said to Harry while still reading. "Not yet."
"Maybe we should ask Sirius opinion, do you think that he will mind we are trying to become like him?" Ron said.
"I don't know, Sirius did do this, but I am not sure how he would react to you doing it. Personally I don't think I would risk it, but, it would be really good to have his option..." he let his voice trail off as he thought if they should ask Sirius or not as he paused his reading. Harry shook his head; this was a really big decision.
He thought he would at least wait until he had gotten Hermione's opinion. After they had finished the first chapter-, which was relatively short, compared to the other chapters, they sat down, not saying a word to each other, and thought. The first chapter had weighted all of the pros and cons of several of the most common animals- rodents, cats, dogs, and a few others that were magical. Magical creatures were the most complex to change into. Harry wasn't sure if any of the most popular animals would suit him. A thought crossed his mind, he wondered, was Dumbledore an Animagi? Dumbledore was said to be the most powerful wizard of his time, he was even feared by Voldemort. Surly a great wizard like him was an Animagi; it would be easy for someone as great as him. If he was, Harry wondered, what animal could Dumbledore could turn into.
Their deep thinking was interrupted by a bang from the twins, Fred and George's room. Then there was a knock on the door. A burnt and blackened Fred was standing at the door, Mum says that it is time to go down for lunch. "Alright." said Ron, looking like he was curious to know why Fred looked the way he did, but he didn't want to find out. Harry ran back to the book, and stuffed it very deep into his trunk. He didn't want to think what would happen if Mr. or Mrs. Wesley would do if they found it. He didn't want Percy, or Ginny, to find it either, but the one's that worried him the most was what would happen if Fred and George found it. He gave a shiver and firmly latched his trunk. Then he headed downstairs for lunch.
He loved Mrs. Wesley's cooking, and she always wanted to stuff him. Ron and Harry ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen to find a table covered with a chicken and rice dinner for eight people. They sat at the table. Ginny knocked over a glass of milk, blushed, and grabbed a cloth behind her to start cleaning the mess. They were soon joined by Percy, followed by Fred and George, who apparently had cleaned themselves up. Mr. and Mrs. Wesley sat at the table and they began a make the food disappear faster than magic could. Harry had three helpings of everything as the conversation turned to Quidditch.
Harry was completely lost at first, not knowing what has been going on in the wizard's world over the summer. As he was trying to figure out what was going on, a familiar name caught Harry's attention. He leaned in closer to hear what they were talking about. The conversation was going quickly.
"Couldn't believe that save he made! Incredible!"
"Puddlemere is going to have a good shot this year!"
"Thanks to him."
"Didn't he use to go to Hogwarts?" Ginny piped up.
"Blimey, Ginny! Wood was the Gryffindor keeper your only two years ago." Harry choked on his rice. He began coughing with Ron pounding him on the back. A minute later Harry choked out,
"Wood's playing for Puddlemere?"
"Yeah, they moved him off the reserve team this year!" Fred, a fellow Gryffindor Quidditch player said. Wood had been the captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team every year that Harry had played.
He graduated from Hogwarts two years ago. They would have needed a new captain last year, but they didn't have Quidditch because of the Tri-Wizard tournament. They would need one when Quidditch season started up.
"Good for him." Harry said. He looked over to Fred and George, the beaters for the Gryffindor team.
"Who do you think will be captain this year?" He asked them.
"Dunno." George said.
"Just as long as it's not me." Fred put in. George and Fred hated responsibility. "Reckon you could have it if you wanted it." Harry inwardly blushed. He thought it would be neat to be Quidditch captain, but he never really took the idea seriously. He thought that one of the Chasers would be better; they were older with more experience. They would also need a new Keeper, and he had no idea that that could be. He began eating again and thought of how much better it was here than back at Privet Drive. After he had eaten a Dudley sized meal, Ron and him went back up to Ron's room. Ron startled Harry by starting to talk very loudly and suddenly.
"I got it!"
"Got what?" Harry asked.
"How we can ask Sirius."
"Shhh. How, but be quieter because I don't want the whole house to hear."
"We just pretend like we need to say which animal we would turn into if we could for a school assignment."
"Oh, like he won't be able to see right thought that."
"It will work. Trust me."
"You've gone crazy if you think that he couldn't see though that. Come on, the guy was smart enough to figure out how to get out of Azkaban, it won't work."
"What's the harm in trying?"
"Uh, he figures out what we're up to?!"
"Fine." It was unlike Ron to give up quite this quickly on an idea, but then Ron went to bathroom and Harry didn't get a chance to ask him about it. The next morning when Harry woke up in the bright orange room that made him happy when he first opened his eyes he noticed that Ron was gone. He got up and quickly got dressed to go look for Ron. He looked in the living room and kitchen. He finally found him in the garden. "What are you doing out here?"
"Uh uh, de-gnoming the garden." he replied.
"Oh do you need any help?"
"No, I just finished."
"Oh." Harry looked around the garden. He saw a leathery brown creature walking around the yard with a potato looking head.
"You missed one." Harry went over, grabbed him by the ankles and swung him around by the ankles as the gnome yelled
"Gerroff!!". Pretty soon the gnome was flying though the air, and landed well past the hedge. Soon Harry saw another and yet another gnome.
"Er, Ron?" Ron looked towards where Harry was staring.
"Let's go inside, it's too warm out here." Harry didn't think that it was that warm, but agreed anyway. For the next three days Ron acted perfectly normal, but Pig certainly didn't. In fact, Harry had seen neither beak nor feather of him in those three days. He brought it up a few times, but Ron had always developed a strange interest in school subjects when the subjects were brought up. Ron didn't even have that much of an interest in the subjects when he was actually taken them. He was starting to sound like Hermione. "Ron," Harry started to say, preparing to ask him where Pig went once again, but as he opened his mouth, Pig swooped down to Ron, carrying a letter. Ron grabbed Pig quickly, eyes looking murderous at Pig, and stuffed the letter into his pocket with out looking at it and sent Pig up to his room.
"What was that?" Harry asked. But all the response that Harry managed to get out of Ron was,
"Do you think Transfiguration will be especially hard this year?"
"Er, yeah, it usually is." Harry responded, determined to find out what that note was all about. Harry had a bit of a problem with being nosey, but usually he found something out that involved him, or he would make involved him, so it's not like his nosiness was with out reason.
Later that day, when the two were up in Ron's room, Harry saw Ron hastily stuff the letter into his top dresser-drawer. He didn't say a word.
Authors note: sorry that took so long. My Beta(thank you for editing it Beta) forgot to send it back to me. Oh well- I'm going to start writing chapter 3 now. Please review!!!! Thanks for reading!! Oh, and by the way—Read Susie Q's story Harry Potter and the Fifth Amulet- it is the best!!!!!
Chapter Two
Where's Pig?
Harry woke up early the next morning to the sound of singing robins perched outside of his room. He had forgotten to shut the window last night. It looked as if Pig had already started to make his way home. It looked as if the Dursleys had decided to leave Harry alone and once again pretend he didn't exist, which was a bit better than when the where just plain horrible to him.
He got up, slowly. He didn't want to go downstairs any faster than he had to. He double-checked all of the nooks and crannies, making sure that he had everything that he needed packed in his trunk. Finally, he didn't have anything left to do in his room and he was getting quite hungry, so he started heading downstairs towards the kitchen.
Once down the stairs he sat in a chair. Not one of the Dursleys spoke to him, or even noticed that he had entered the room. The chair might have well have empty to them. He checked his watch that he had gotten from Ron, another hour until he was supposes to meet Mr. Wesley at the corner. 'Just one more hour,' he thought to himself, 'then I will be free from the muggles.' He quickly ate his breakfast quietly He couldn't wait to get to the Weasly's home, the Burrow.
The Weasly's all had flaming red hair, and lots of freckles. They had six children, Bill was the oldest, and he was extremely cool with long hair and a fanged earring. He worked for Gringotts. The second oldest was Charlie, he worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was the best seeker that that had played for the Gryffindor house when he went to Hogwarts. All of the Weasly's children had been in Gryffindor. Percy was on his second year at the ministry. His boss had been killed last year and he didn't know whom he would be working for this year. Barty Crouch had been killed by his son. The same person who bewitched the Tri Wizard Tournament into a portkey. Percy loves rules. Fred and George were in there final year at Hogwarts. They hated rules and wanted to open a joke shop when they graduated. Their mother wanted them to work with the ministry.
Then there was Ron. Ron was Harry's best friend and Harry hoped that they wouldn't have any big fights this year. Ron had always been over shadowed by his brothers. They had been Head boys, Quidditch captain, tops of their classes, and popular. Ron wanted to be as good as his brothers, but even if he did it wouldn't be a big deal because his brothers had all done it first. Ginny was youngest and only girl. She has had a crush on Harry since they first meet. Though she was always unusually quite around Harry. Especially since her first year (his second year) that Harry had saved her life from the Chamber of Secrets after she had been bewitched by the memory of Tom Riddle, who becomes Lord Voldermort. Mr. Wesley worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department in the Ministry of Magic. He loved anything that had to do with Muggles.
He would be meeting him in an hour and the anticipation was killing him. He couldn't wait to get back to his world. He sprinted up the stairs. Triple checked in all of the nooks, crannies and the loose floorboard. He sat on his bed. He waited. And waited. And waited. He could swear that the clock was going half as fast as it should be. Finally, ten minuets until he should be at he corner he started down the stairs with an extremely heavy trunk.
"See you next summer" he yelled over his shoulder. A grunt from Uncle Vernon had told him that he had heard him. He pulled his trunk down the eight houses to the corner. It was lucky that he had left so early. The corner may have not been far away, but trying to pull that trunk behind him was taking longer than expected. "Need some help?" a familiar voice said in his ear.
"Mr. Wesley!" Harry said. "Yeah, this trunk is really heavy." The ministry's car was parked at the curb. Harry was surprised that he hadn't heard it. Mr. Wesley helped Harry heave his trunk in to the trunk of the car. Harry got into the front seat, and Mr. Wesley drove. After an hour of listening to the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network) on the radio, they pulled up to a building off of an exit on the high way that he could tell no one else could see.
There was only one other car in the extremely small parking lot, one that the ministry's lending ones. The workers there must have preferred a fast method of transportation, such as Apperating or floo powder. Floo powder, that is what they were going to use. They entered the front doors. Every one there were where robes of different colors. They all looked up as they entered the doors. The wizard at the door exclaimed,
" Why, You're Harry Potter!"
"Yes, I have noticed that." Harry, while that hadn't happen all summer, was quite tired of people telling him his name. He did know it with out everyone reminding him. Mr. Wesley gave him a smile.
"That's Mr. Perkin, he works in the department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts with me." Harry nodded his head knowledgeably. Mr. Wesley led Harry to a back room, which was extremely hot. This was most likely caused be the dozen or so fireplaces that were running. On the mantel of all of them, there was a flowerpot. Mr. Wesley grabbed a pot from the nearest mantel place and handed it to Harry. "After you." He said. Harry took a pinch of the glittering floo powder. He sprinkled the pinch over the fire. The fire turned green. Harry stepped inside the fire, put his glasses in his pocket and kept his elbows tucked in. "The Burrow!" Harry yelled into the fire. He felt the soot in his eyes and a rush. A second later he was stumbling out of the fire at the burrow. A second later Mr. Wesley fell out of the fire right behind him.
"Harry! Good to see you." Said Ron. He had been waiting by the fire for Harry to come out of it.
"Oh, hello Harry, so glad to see you." said Mrs. Wesley. She was working over her wand, and having the dishes wash themselves in the sink. She was a pleasant woman, a bit plump, but very kind faced.
"Let's go put your stuff in my room." Ron said.
"Oh, by the way, thanks for the watch. I really needed a new one." Harry said as they began to clamor up the ever-going stairs with Ron up ahead and Harry right below him carrying the trunk between them. Ron's room was right at the top.
"No problem, doubt you get much from the Muggles."
"Are you kidding? They never even wish me a happy birthday."
They reached the top of the stairs, and a door with a sign reading 'Ronald's Room'. Ron opened the door and everything went extremely orange. Ron's favorite Quidditch team was the Chudly Cannons. Their color was a super bright orange. So naturally every square inch of Ron's room was as orange as a construction sign. Quidditch was the most popular wizard sport that was as exciting as it was dangerous. Quidditch was played on broomsticks with four balls, all-high up in the air. The big red Quaffle was to score points with. The two black Bludgers looked like cannon balls tried to knock you off your broom. And lastly the very small, fast, golden snitch that had to be caught for the game to end and earn another hundred and fifty points, so the team that caught it usually won. The three Chasers tried to score with the Quaffle, getting ten points each time they got it though a goop high up in the air. The Beaters tried to keep the bludgers away from their teammates. The Keeper tried to keep the other team from scoring and the Seeker's job was to catch the Snitch. Harry was the Seeker for the Gryffindor team, and he was quite good at it, though not quickly to admit it. Pig in his cage was sitting on Ron's dresser. He was hooting like mad at Harry and Ron.
"Oh, shut up!" Ron yelled at Pig as he helped Harry set down his trunk and then he put some treats into Pig's cage. "I wish I could put a silencing charm on him. Stupid under-age restriction" Ron said, looking annoyingly at Pig. Harry knew that wizards couldn't do magic if they weren't qualified.
Hagrid, an adult in the wizarding world wasn't a qualified wizard either, despite him being an adult. He had been expelled in his third year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had cleared his name their second year and he was now the Care of Magical Creatures teacher as well as the gamekeeper, even though he couldn't do magic. Harry had very firmly and with much evidence that his old, snapped in half wand was concealed in his pink umbrella, and occasionally he still used a bit of magic.
Pig was quite until he had choked down his treats and began hooting again. Harry and Ron decided to ignore him. Harry decided that now was the time to enrich Ron's life forever. "Ron,' Harry said lowering his voice a bit, 'you're not going to believe what Hermione got me."
"What?" Ron said, imitating Harry and lowering his voice a bit too. Very dramatically Harry began to open up his trunk, blocking the contents from Ron so he couldn't' see what he was pulling out. "This!" he said as he whipped around to showed Ron the book. Ron tilted his head while looking extremely puzzled. Harry looked back at Ron with an equally puzzling look on his face as he attempted to figure out why Ron didn't' seem excited. He looked down at the book; back up at Ron, then looking back at the book. Harry felt himself get very warm and red. He turned around, once again blocking Ron's view. Ron could see that Harry was doing something with his hands, but he couldn't tell what. Once again, but this time a bit more red, he turned around and said, "This!"
"WOW!" Ron yelled, as his mouth dropped open. Harry had had the book backward and had showed Ron only a thick brown book with no title. Now the gleaming golden words How to become an Animagi were facing him. Ron quickly lowered his voice so no one would come upstairs to see what was going on. "Hermione got you that?!" Ron looked positively shocked.
"Yep, I don't know where her head went, but I'm glad that it temporally left her." Harry said with a grin. They set the book down and began to read.
"Have any idea on what animal you want to become?" Ron said to Harry while still reading. "Not yet."
"Maybe we should ask Sirius opinion, do you think that he will mind we are trying to become like him?" Ron said.
"I don't know, Sirius did do this, but I am not sure how he would react to you doing it. Personally I don't think I would risk it, but, it would be really good to have his option..." he let his voice trail off as he thought if they should ask Sirius or not as he paused his reading. Harry shook his head; this was a really big decision.
He thought he would at least wait until he had gotten Hermione's opinion. After they had finished the first chapter-, which was relatively short, compared to the other chapters, they sat down, not saying a word to each other, and thought. The first chapter had weighted all of the pros and cons of several of the most common animals- rodents, cats, dogs, and a few others that were magical. Magical creatures were the most complex to change into. Harry wasn't sure if any of the most popular animals would suit him. A thought crossed his mind, he wondered, was Dumbledore an Animagi? Dumbledore was said to be the most powerful wizard of his time, he was even feared by Voldemort. Surly a great wizard like him was an Animagi; it would be easy for someone as great as him. If he was, Harry wondered, what animal could Dumbledore could turn into.
Their deep thinking was interrupted by a bang from the twins, Fred and George's room. Then there was a knock on the door. A burnt and blackened Fred was standing at the door, Mum says that it is time to go down for lunch. "Alright." said Ron, looking like he was curious to know why Fred looked the way he did, but he didn't want to find out. Harry ran back to the book, and stuffed it very deep into his trunk. He didn't want to think what would happen if Mr. or Mrs. Wesley would do if they found it. He didn't want Percy, or Ginny, to find it either, but the one's that worried him the most was what would happen if Fred and George found it. He gave a shiver and firmly latched his trunk. Then he headed downstairs for lunch.
He loved Mrs. Wesley's cooking, and she always wanted to stuff him. Ron and Harry ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen to find a table covered with a chicken and rice dinner for eight people. They sat at the table. Ginny knocked over a glass of milk, blushed, and grabbed a cloth behind her to start cleaning the mess. They were soon joined by Percy, followed by Fred and George, who apparently had cleaned themselves up. Mr. and Mrs. Wesley sat at the table and they began a make the food disappear faster than magic could. Harry had three helpings of everything as the conversation turned to Quidditch.
Harry was completely lost at first, not knowing what has been going on in the wizard's world over the summer. As he was trying to figure out what was going on, a familiar name caught Harry's attention. He leaned in closer to hear what they were talking about. The conversation was going quickly.
"Couldn't believe that save he made! Incredible!"
"Puddlemere is going to have a good shot this year!"
"Thanks to him."
"Didn't he use to go to Hogwarts?" Ginny piped up.
"Blimey, Ginny! Wood was the Gryffindor keeper your only two years ago." Harry choked on his rice. He began coughing with Ron pounding him on the back. A minute later Harry choked out,
"Wood's playing for Puddlemere?"
"Yeah, they moved him off the reserve team this year!" Fred, a fellow Gryffindor Quidditch player said. Wood had been the captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team every year that Harry had played.
He graduated from Hogwarts two years ago. They would have needed a new captain last year, but they didn't have Quidditch because of the Tri-Wizard tournament. They would need one when Quidditch season started up.
"Good for him." Harry said. He looked over to Fred and George, the beaters for the Gryffindor team.
"Who do you think will be captain this year?" He asked them.
"Dunno." George said.
"Just as long as it's not me." Fred put in. George and Fred hated responsibility. "Reckon you could have it if you wanted it." Harry inwardly blushed. He thought it would be neat to be Quidditch captain, but he never really took the idea seriously. He thought that one of the Chasers would be better; they were older with more experience. They would also need a new Keeper, and he had no idea that that could be. He began eating again and thought of how much better it was here than back at Privet Drive. After he had eaten a Dudley sized meal, Ron and him went back up to Ron's room. Ron startled Harry by starting to talk very loudly and suddenly.
"I got it!"
"Got what?" Harry asked.
"How we can ask Sirius."
"Shhh. How, but be quieter because I don't want the whole house to hear."
"We just pretend like we need to say which animal we would turn into if we could for a school assignment."
"Oh, like he won't be able to see right thought that."
"It will work. Trust me."
"You've gone crazy if you think that he couldn't see though that. Come on, the guy was smart enough to figure out how to get out of Azkaban, it won't work."
"What's the harm in trying?"
"Uh, he figures out what we're up to?!"
"Fine." It was unlike Ron to give up quite this quickly on an idea, but then Ron went to bathroom and Harry didn't get a chance to ask him about it. The next morning when Harry woke up in the bright orange room that made him happy when he first opened his eyes he noticed that Ron was gone. He got up and quickly got dressed to go look for Ron. He looked in the living room and kitchen. He finally found him in the garden. "What are you doing out here?"
"Uh uh, de-gnoming the garden." he replied.
"Oh do you need any help?"
"No, I just finished."
"Oh." Harry looked around the garden. He saw a leathery brown creature walking around the yard with a potato looking head.
"You missed one." Harry went over, grabbed him by the ankles and swung him around by the ankles as the gnome yelled
"Gerroff!!". Pretty soon the gnome was flying though the air, and landed well past the hedge. Soon Harry saw another and yet another gnome.
"Er, Ron?" Ron looked towards where Harry was staring.
"Let's go inside, it's too warm out here." Harry didn't think that it was that warm, but agreed anyway. For the next three days Ron acted perfectly normal, but Pig certainly didn't. In fact, Harry had seen neither beak nor feather of him in those three days. He brought it up a few times, but Ron had always developed a strange interest in school subjects when the subjects were brought up. Ron didn't even have that much of an interest in the subjects when he was actually taken them. He was starting to sound like Hermione. "Ron," Harry started to say, preparing to ask him where Pig went once again, but as he opened his mouth, Pig swooped down to Ron, carrying a letter. Ron grabbed Pig quickly, eyes looking murderous at Pig, and stuffed the letter into his pocket with out looking at it and sent Pig up to his room.
"What was that?" Harry asked. But all the response that Harry managed to get out of Ron was,
"Do you think Transfiguration will be especially hard this year?"
"Er, yeah, it usually is." Harry responded, determined to find out what that note was all about. Harry had a bit of a problem with being nosey, but usually he found something out that involved him, or he would make involved him, so it's not like his nosiness was with out reason.
Later that day, when the two were up in Ron's room, Harry saw Ron hastily stuff the letter into his top dresser-drawer. He didn't say a word.
Authors note: sorry that took so long. My Beta(thank you for editing it Beta) forgot to send it back to me. Oh well- I'm going to start writing chapter 3 now. Please review!!!! Thanks for reading!! Oh, and by the way—Read Susie Q's story Harry Potter and the Fifth Amulet- it is the best!!!!!