Dedication: To my wonderful reviewers. . .
Thank you so much for all your LOVLEY REVIEWS!! They really helped me continue on, and I would like to thank my mother, father, *holds back tear of happiness*. . . . . . . ok just kidding, I'm getting a little carried away there! Anyway, moving on, THANKS AGAIN! I JUST LOVE YOUR REVIEWS EVERYONE!
NOTE: I am sorry that I didn't get this chapter up sooner like I should have but school has been a little stressful, ok A LOT stressful, and on top of that there is the play, 4 practices a week –3 hrs each! Well, pretty much. Anyway, the play. . . 'We love you Conrad, oh yes we do, we love you Conrad and will be true, when you're not near us, we're blue, oh Conrad we love you!' Extra points if you guessed 'BYE BYE BIRDIE' anyway. . . . .
So, for anyone who hasn't given up on my blabbering, those poor people who are still reading this long note. . . . THE STORY:
The rest of time at the Weasley's went pretty smoothly. It was about a week and a half until term started and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the breakfast table with Fred, and George, as well as Ginny discussing what to do that day, when Hedwig, Pig, and five unfamiliar owls swooped in, Pig and Hedwig dropping a letter in Harry's lap, then back out the open window, to fly up to Ron's room, where they would get some much needed rest. The unfamiliar owls dropped a letter on Ron, Hermione, Harry, and the twins, and Ginny's laps. They decided they must be school owls, and opened their letters. They read the usual letter and got out the equipment list.
Just as they were through looking over their lists, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked in.
"Oh, you've got your Hogwarts letters have you?" she said.
"Yes mum" Ron replied
"Well, when do you want to go to Diagon Alley?" she questioned, then continued on saying, "How about tomorrow?"
"OK mum!" said Fred and George excitedly. Mrs. Weasley eyed them suspiciously.
"You've been carrying on with that joke shop, haven't you?" she said.
"Well. . ." started George but he got cut off,
"AFTER ALL THAT I'VE TOLD YOU! RANTING AND RAVING ON AND ON!! I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE-"
But Mr. Weasley cut in here with courage Harry had never seen before and whispered something in his wife's ear that sounded strangley like,
"What would you rather they do? Go into the Ministry. . ."
"Oh well, some day you will be off on your own and you'll have to do what you want." The twins stared wide-eyed at their mother. Was this their mother?
"Really?" Said Fred wanting to believe it but knowing his mother. . .
"Really." replied Mrs. Weasley who was looking quite pained and unsure to let her sons carry out with such a thing but the thought of them being in the ministry and then said more confidently, "I'm sure," then, rushed upstairs to the girls rooms, saying something about laundry. Fred and George looked stunned. They gave out loud 'whoops' and then ran upstairs to their room, Harry heard quick exerts of,
"We've got to get packed up!"
"Better work on those special candies. . . –the ones we haven't quite perfected yet. . ." Mr. Weasley sighed, then sat down and helped himself to the toast and sausages on the table. Ron turned to Harry,
"So, do you want to go up to the field and play quidditch today?"
"Sure, sounds good to me." He replied.
"Maybe we could get Fred and George to join us. . . if they're not too busy with their inventing. What about you Hermione?"
"Okay, I'll go up there and keep reading my new book I got over the summer. . . It's really interesting!" Ron moaned and rolled his eyes. Hermione shot him a death glare.
"I'll go get my broom." Said Harry, trying to stop the upcoming argument of how Hermione needs to read less and how Ron needs to read more.
"Okay! Hey, can I have a go on it?" questioned Ron hopefully.
"Sure! You go ask Fred and George and I'll go get it." Harry replied.
Fred and George decided to join them. They came back in for lunch and then had to head out again to finish their tied game (Harry and Ron vs. Fred and George). Ron and Harry ended up winning.
The rest of the day went fine. Harry was in bed that night when he felt it. . . almost like surges of power running through him, like water through a river, it was amazing. He felt so powerful and strong. This happened several times that night, waking him up each time, but it did not bother him. He got up the next morning feeling pretty normal. They got ready to go to Diagon Alley and at 11:00 they were throwing in floo powder and shouting 'Diagon Alley' to the fireplace.
First, they went to Gringotts to get their money.
"Now, be sure that you're back in front of the leaky cauldron by say. . . 1:30."
"Ok mum!" said Fred and George simultaneously, saying something about selling pranks. . . ." Mrs. Weasley sighed and muttered something that sounded like
"Wasting their lives away. . . honestly!"
"Well, we better get going if we want to get it all done." Said Hermione knowledgably.
"Yeah," said Harry, and off they went, deciding to buy their robes first, and books last so that they didn't have to carry their books everywhere. They arrived at Madam Malkins and saw Malfoy leaving. They sighed inwardly.
"Well, if it isn't Potty Weasel and little Mudblood." He drawled. Harry and Ron massaged their knuckles menacingly.
"Hey Malfoy, I don't see your two body guards with you, so what were you to do if we say, knocked your lights out?" Harry said.
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea to me." Ron said, agreeing.
"You couldn't if you tried." Malfoy spat out angrily. The two boys approached him threateningly, about ready to pound the little pale boy into the ground when Madam Malkins, looking rather stern, stepped out of the shop and eyed them beadily, as if she could scent fights a mile away. Harry and Ron stopped advancing toward Malfoy and Madam said briskily,
"Hogwarts?"
"Yes." Replied Hermione.
"Right this way then, please." The trio glared hard at Malfoy, wishing they had gotten to set him strait on how he should talk to them, yet they followed Madam Malkins into the store where they purchased their robes. Ron was still scowling about their missed opportunity when they were purchasing they're refills for potion kits until Harry said,
"Don't worry about Malfoy, we'll get him this year."
"Harry's right Ron," Hermione added, then seeing Ron's still angry face Harry said,
"I think that we should get him with a prank, that way he won't have any hard evidence that it was us but, it will still be humiliating. Of course, he'll know it was us but he can't prove it."
"Yeah, good idea Harry! We should ask Fred and George if they can help us plan a good prank, to make him utterly humiliated!" Ron said with joy.
They went to get their books and then started to make their way to the Leaky Cauldron. They had a little time left and Harry and Ron finally convinced Hermione to stop at Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Oh all right! You win! As long as we're not late to meet your family!" she had said.
They happily approached (well, two of them where more happy than the other) and looked in the window. There, sitting on a platform in the window of the shop was the reason Harry and Ron were late for their meeting with the rest of the Weasley family, it was the reason Harry and Ron were standing there, mouths open and gaping for five minutes, without a word being said and Hermione trying desperately to get them to snap back into reality. There it was, in all its glory, the Firebolt 2. It was amazing. Every part of the Firebolt 2 was perfect. The handle was sleek and shiny and every twig was in place.
"Whoa. . ." started Ron, "It's. . ." but what it was Harry and Hermione never found out.
"RONALD WEASLEY! GET OVER HERE NOW!!!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through Diagon Alley. Ron went bright red and ran as fast as he could toward his mother with Harry and Hermione right behind. Ron did not want his mother shouting his name again so that everyone could hear it.
"We're *pant* here *pant* mum" said Ron.
"Do you know how worried I was?! Just where were you?! I would have thought Knockturn Alley-"
"Oh no mum, we were just at Quality Quidditch Supplies-"
"Oh so now a days, you can just blow your own mother off and cause her to have a heart attack for Quidditch- a sport!"
"But mum, we were looking at the Firebolt 2, it's-" but Ron was once again cut off, but this time not by his mother.
"It's incredible!" Said Fred.
"Extraordinary!" Piped up George.
"It really is spectacular Mrs. Weasley" said Harry. Mrs. Weasley sighed in defeat. It was obviously no use in trying to reach the boys now, they were busy chattering away about the Firebolt 2. It was almost as if they were in some sort of trance.
"Well then," said Mrs. Weasley speaking over the chatter, "do you have all of your supplies?"
"Yes" they chorused.
"Okay, let's go, I brought some floo powder, Tom said that we can use the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron.
Soon, they were back at the Weasleys, and MRs. Weaslye was working on cooking dinner. Dinner was running late, so afterward they all retired to their rooms and went right to sleep.
Harry kept waking up with the similar surges of power that he had experienced the night before. What were they? He decided he'd have to write to Sirius once Hedwig or Pig got back.
NOTE: wha wha wha wha (That was supposed to be an evil laugh) I hate cliffhangers don't you? I only like them when they are on my story! This chapter was slightly longer and I apoligize once again for the delay. Keep looking for the next chapter. . . it should be up soon!!
Thank you so much for all your LOVLEY REVIEWS!! They really helped me continue on, and I would like to thank my mother, father, *holds back tear of happiness*. . . . . . . ok just kidding, I'm getting a little carried away there! Anyway, moving on, THANKS AGAIN! I JUST LOVE YOUR REVIEWS EVERYONE!
NOTE: I am sorry that I didn't get this chapter up sooner like I should have but school has been a little stressful, ok A LOT stressful, and on top of that there is the play, 4 practices a week –3 hrs each! Well, pretty much. Anyway, the play. . . 'We love you Conrad, oh yes we do, we love you Conrad and will be true, when you're not near us, we're blue, oh Conrad we love you!' Extra points if you guessed 'BYE BYE BIRDIE' anyway. . . . .
So, for anyone who hasn't given up on my blabbering, those poor people who are still reading this long note. . . . THE STORY:
The rest of time at the Weasley's went pretty smoothly. It was about a week and a half until term started and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the breakfast table with Fred, and George, as well as Ginny discussing what to do that day, when Hedwig, Pig, and five unfamiliar owls swooped in, Pig and Hedwig dropping a letter in Harry's lap, then back out the open window, to fly up to Ron's room, where they would get some much needed rest. The unfamiliar owls dropped a letter on Ron, Hermione, Harry, and the twins, and Ginny's laps. They decided they must be school owls, and opened their letters. They read the usual letter and got out the equipment list.
Just as they were through looking over their lists, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked in.
"Oh, you've got your Hogwarts letters have you?" she said.
"Yes mum" Ron replied
"Well, when do you want to go to Diagon Alley?" she questioned, then continued on saying, "How about tomorrow?"
"OK mum!" said Fred and George excitedly. Mrs. Weasley eyed them suspiciously.
"You've been carrying on with that joke shop, haven't you?" she said.
"Well. . ." started George but he got cut off,
"AFTER ALL THAT I'VE TOLD YOU! RANTING AND RAVING ON AND ON!! I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE-"
But Mr. Weasley cut in here with courage Harry had never seen before and whispered something in his wife's ear that sounded strangley like,
"What would you rather they do? Go into the Ministry. . ."
"Oh well, some day you will be off on your own and you'll have to do what you want." The twins stared wide-eyed at their mother. Was this their mother?
"Really?" Said Fred wanting to believe it but knowing his mother. . .
"Really." replied Mrs. Weasley who was looking quite pained and unsure to let her sons carry out with such a thing but the thought of them being in the ministry and then said more confidently, "I'm sure," then, rushed upstairs to the girls rooms, saying something about laundry. Fred and George looked stunned. They gave out loud 'whoops' and then ran upstairs to their room, Harry heard quick exerts of,
"We've got to get packed up!"
"Better work on those special candies. . . –the ones we haven't quite perfected yet. . ." Mr. Weasley sighed, then sat down and helped himself to the toast and sausages on the table. Ron turned to Harry,
"So, do you want to go up to the field and play quidditch today?"
"Sure, sounds good to me." He replied.
"Maybe we could get Fred and George to join us. . . if they're not too busy with their inventing. What about you Hermione?"
"Okay, I'll go up there and keep reading my new book I got over the summer. . . It's really interesting!" Ron moaned and rolled his eyes. Hermione shot him a death glare.
"I'll go get my broom." Said Harry, trying to stop the upcoming argument of how Hermione needs to read less and how Ron needs to read more.
"Okay! Hey, can I have a go on it?" questioned Ron hopefully.
"Sure! You go ask Fred and George and I'll go get it." Harry replied.
Fred and George decided to join them. They came back in for lunch and then had to head out again to finish their tied game (Harry and Ron vs. Fred and George). Ron and Harry ended up winning.
The rest of the day went fine. Harry was in bed that night when he felt it. . . almost like surges of power running through him, like water through a river, it was amazing. He felt so powerful and strong. This happened several times that night, waking him up each time, but it did not bother him. He got up the next morning feeling pretty normal. They got ready to go to Diagon Alley and at 11:00 they were throwing in floo powder and shouting 'Diagon Alley' to the fireplace.
First, they went to Gringotts to get their money.
"Now, be sure that you're back in front of the leaky cauldron by say. . . 1:30."
"Ok mum!" said Fred and George simultaneously, saying something about selling pranks. . . ." Mrs. Weasley sighed and muttered something that sounded like
"Wasting their lives away. . . honestly!"
"Well, we better get going if we want to get it all done." Said Hermione knowledgably.
"Yeah," said Harry, and off they went, deciding to buy their robes first, and books last so that they didn't have to carry their books everywhere. They arrived at Madam Malkins and saw Malfoy leaving. They sighed inwardly.
"Well, if it isn't Potty Weasel and little Mudblood." He drawled. Harry and Ron massaged their knuckles menacingly.
"Hey Malfoy, I don't see your two body guards with you, so what were you to do if we say, knocked your lights out?" Harry said.
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea to me." Ron said, agreeing.
"You couldn't if you tried." Malfoy spat out angrily. The two boys approached him threateningly, about ready to pound the little pale boy into the ground when Madam Malkins, looking rather stern, stepped out of the shop and eyed them beadily, as if she could scent fights a mile away. Harry and Ron stopped advancing toward Malfoy and Madam said briskily,
"Hogwarts?"
"Yes." Replied Hermione.
"Right this way then, please." The trio glared hard at Malfoy, wishing they had gotten to set him strait on how he should talk to them, yet they followed Madam Malkins into the store where they purchased their robes. Ron was still scowling about their missed opportunity when they were purchasing they're refills for potion kits until Harry said,
"Don't worry about Malfoy, we'll get him this year."
"Harry's right Ron," Hermione added, then seeing Ron's still angry face Harry said,
"I think that we should get him with a prank, that way he won't have any hard evidence that it was us but, it will still be humiliating. Of course, he'll know it was us but he can't prove it."
"Yeah, good idea Harry! We should ask Fred and George if they can help us plan a good prank, to make him utterly humiliated!" Ron said with joy.
They went to get their books and then started to make their way to the Leaky Cauldron. They had a little time left and Harry and Ron finally convinced Hermione to stop at Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Oh all right! You win! As long as we're not late to meet your family!" she had said.
They happily approached (well, two of them where more happy than the other) and looked in the window. There, sitting on a platform in the window of the shop was the reason Harry and Ron were late for their meeting with the rest of the Weasley family, it was the reason Harry and Ron were standing there, mouths open and gaping for five minutes, without a word being said and Hermione trying desperately to get them to snap back into reality. There it was, in all its glory, the Firebolt 2. It was amazing. Every part of the Firebolt 2 was perfect. The handle was sleek and shiny and every twig was in place.
"Whoa. . ." started Ron, "It's. . ." but what it was Harry and Hermione never found out.
"RONALD WEASLEY! GET OVER HERE NOW!!!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through Diagon Alley. Ron went bright red and ran as fast as he could toward his mother with Harry and Hermione right behind. Ron did not want his mother shouting his name again so that everyone could hear it.
"We're *pant* here *pant* mum" said Ron.
"Do you know how worried I was?! Just where were you?! I would have thought Knockturn Alley-"
"Oh no mum, we were just at Quality Quidditch Supplies-"
"Oh so now a days, you can just blow your own mother off and cause her to have a heart attack for Quidditch- a sport!"
"But mum, we were looking at the Firebolt 2, it's-" but Ron was once again cut off, but this time not by his mother.
"It's incredible!" Said Fred.
"Extraordinary!" Piped up George.
"It really is spectacular Mrs. Weasley" said Harry. Mrs. Weasley sighed in defeat. It was obviously no use in trying to reach the boys now, they were busy chattering away about the Firebolt 2. It was almost as if they were in some sort of trance.
"Well then," said Mrs. Weasley speaking over the chatter, "do you have all of your supplies?"
"Yes" they chorused.
"Okay, let's go, I brought some floo powder, Tom said that we can use the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron.
Soon, they were back at the Weasleys, and MRs. Weaslye was working on cooking dinner. Dinner was running late, so afterward they all retired to their rooms and went right to sleep.
Harry kept waking up with the similar surges of power that he had experienced the night before. What were they? He decided he'd have to write to Sirius once Hedwig or Pig got back.
NOTE: wha wha wha wha (That was supposed to be an evil laugh) I hate cliffhangers don't you? I only like them when they are on my story! This chapter was slightly longer and I apoligize once again for the delay. Keep looking for the next chapter. . . it should be up soon!!