1 Chapter 6-Arrival
Disclaimer- Harry Potter and any recognisable characters, places, ideas etc belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner brothers.
AN- this chapter continues three weeks after the last one ended.
Ron immediately felt the change in air as he touched the port-key and arrived in Barcelona. The hot humidity closed in on him and he found himself in a line of fellow travellers speaking a multitude of different languages.
The line was slowly moving forward and Ron could see that passports where being examined.
"Passports Gin?" He asked his little sister.
"Here they are," She said handing them to him.
Ron smiled at her. She was a lot shorter than him, but had the same red hair. Hers was glossy; it hung freely around her shoulders and was slightly wavy. She was clearly much better, her cheeks had regained a healthy glow and her lightly freckled face had lost its pallid sickly look. Dressed in a muggle skirt and strappy top, she looked very nice- even for a little sister!
"Oh how long will this take? I told Hermione we'd be here for seven o'clock, it's almost quarter past!" Ginny moaned: her brown eyes shining with eager anticipation.
"Patience, we're almost at the front of the queue!" He chided her.
Ron felt his stomach churn, he was unreasonably nervous. He'd hardly slept the previous night. The evening port-key hadn't helped either, he'd spent the whole day pacing back and forward unable to settle down, needless to say this had earned him some very sceptical looks from his brothers.
The cheerfull man took their passports and admitted them through the barrier. Ron gulped; Hermione would be in the next room.
The long, marble floored room they found themselves in was cool; the walls were lined with several blue couches. People greeted one another and welcomed friends and family.
Next to a long window stood a curly haired woman, the stance was unforgettable, the straightened back that indicated nervousness.
"Hermione!" Ginny called dropping her suitcase and rushing forward.
Ron watched the two girls hugging as he struggled over with the bags.
"Ron, how are you?" Hermione asked him, a little timidly when she saw him. It was quite a shock to hear that familiar voice and meet with those familiar eyes after such a long time.
"Fine, just fine," He said.
As Ginny bombarded her with questions he studied his best friend/one-time crush.
She had changed towards the end of Hogwarts: well at least Ron had learned to appreciate her pretty face, slim figure and alluring brown eyes crowned with long eyelashes. Her hair had definitely calmed down, becoming more curly than bushy.
Now though she had changed. The sun had bronzed her skin and time had improved her curly locks, they had a natural shine about them, which they had not always possessed. His mother was right, she was too skinny and her pretty face bore the shadows of someone who had survived terrible things.
Her curls were tied back, a few escaping to cascade down her neck or cheek. She wore three-quarter length trousers of a light yellow colour and a simple black top.
"Come-on," she said bringing him out of his reverie.
They followed her out of the building and into a pretty courtyard. They stepped out of this to find themselves on a busy muggle street,
"Welcome," she said, "To Barcelona."
AN- O.K so sorry it took me this long to get here. But at last they are and now the real story can be begin. I had promised myself that I should spend this time revising but I had a bad time with my maths and thought I deserved a rest. HP (even if mine is Harry-less) always cheers me up!
Sorry if you didn't like they amount of description in that chapter- it was my way of revising for my English-extension.
Only 3 or 4 exams left- I'm getting there!
Disclaimer- Harry Potter and any recognisable characters, places, ideas etc belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner brothers.
AN- this chapter continues three weeks after the last one ended.
Ron immediately felt the change in air as he touched the port-key and arrived in Barcelona. The hot humidity closed in on him and he found himself in a line of fellow travellers speaking a multitude of different languages.
The line was slowly moving forward and Ron could see that passports where being examined.
"Passports Gin?" He asked his little sister.
"Here they are," She said handing them to him.
Ron smiled at her. She was a lot shorter than him, but had the same red hair. Hers was glossy; it hung freely around her shoulders and was slightly wavy. She was clearly much better, her cheeks had regained a healthy glow and her lightly freckled face had lost its pallid sickly look. Dressed in a muggle skirt and strappy top, she looked very nice- even for a little sister!
"Oh how long will this take? I told Hermione we'd be here for seven o'clock, it's almost quarter past!" Ginny moaned: her brown eyes shining with eager anticipation.
"Patience, we're almost at the front of the queue!" He chided her.
Ron felt his stomach churn, he was unreasonably nervous. He'd hardly slept the previous night. The evening port-key hadn't helped either, he'd spent the whole day pacing back and forward unable to settle down, needless to say this had earned him some very sceptical looks from his brothers.
The cheerfull man took their passports and admitted them through the barrier. Ron gulped; Hermione would be in the next room.
The long, marble floored room they found themselves in was cool; the walls were lined with several blue couches. People greeted one another and welcomed friends and family.
Next to a long window stood a curly haired woman, the stance was unforgettable, the straightened back that indicated nervousness.
"Hermione!" Ginny called dropping her suitcase and rushing forward.
Ron watched the two girls hugging as he struggled over with the bags.
"Ron, how are you?" Hermione asked him, a little timidly when she saw him. It was quite a shock to hear that familiar voice and meet with those familiar eyes after such a long time.
"Fine, just fine," He said.
As Ginny bombarded her with questions he studied his best friend/one-time crush.
She had changed towards the end of Hogwarts: well at least Ron had learned to appreciate her pretty face, slim figure and alluring brown eyes crowned with long eyelashes. Her hair had definitely calmed down, becoming more curly than bushy.
Now though she had changed. The sun had bronzed her skin and time had improved her curly locks, they had a natural shine about them, which they had not always possessed. His mother was right, she was too skinny and her pretty face bore the shadows of someone who had survived terrible things.
Her curls were tied back, a few escaping to cascade down her neck or cheek. She wore three-quarter length trousers of a light yellow colour and a simple black top.
"Come-on," she said bringing him out of his reverie.
They followed her out of the building and into a pretty courtyard. They stepped out of this to find themselves on a busy muggle street,
"Welcome," she said, "To Barcelona."
AN- O.K so sorry it took me this long to get here. But at last they are and now the real story can be begin. I had promised myself that I should spend this time revising but I had a bad time with my maths and thought I deserved a rest. HP (even if mine is Harry-less) always cheers me up!
Sorry if you didn't like they amount of description in that chapter- it was my way of revising for my English-extension.
Only 3 or 4 exams left- I'm getting there!
