DISCLAIMER: This should be throughout the story, but I'll put it here, and
be done. I do not own these beautifully thought out characters yet. They go
to the one that thought them up, the wonderful and beautiful J.K. Rowling.
Great job J.K!
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"Wake up Harry." Harry slowly opened his eyes. Ron had awakened him. "I'm up, I'm up," muttered Harry groggily. It had been about a week since Harry had arrived at the Burrow. Within the week, Ron and Harry have mainly practiced Quidditch.
Today they were going to Diagon Alley. They decided to use Floo Powder. Ginny went first. "Diagon Alley!" Hermoine went next, then Ron, then Harry. After Harry had arrived, Mrs. Weasley had arrived. She had a worried look. "What's wrong Mrs. Weasley?" Hermoine had noticed her face first. "Someone had knocked before Arthur had a chance to leave." "What's wrong with that mum," Ron and Ginny had asked in unison. Mrs. Weasley had ignored Ron and Ginny both. Everyone had known that it's best not to ask twice. Just then, Mr. Weasley came through. "Who was it honey?" "I'll tell you later." The conversation ended there. After Ron, Harry, and Hermoine got their school stuff, they were about ready to leave through the fireplace when Mr. Weasley suggested staying at the Leaky Cauldron. "What about work dad?" Ron had asked. "I can call in tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley started to object. Mr. Weasley convinced her, by a certain look Harry had never seen. "Great, I'll just go reserve some rooms," than Mr. Weasley went off. "We're gonna go and look around. O.K. Mom?" asked Ron. Mrs. Weasley nodded.
Harry still had some money in his pocket. After Harry had bought Hermoine an owl, he had given a choice of a Nimbus 2000, which was fairly cheap, or something else. Ron chose the broom. Ron was going to be on the Quidditch team this year. "There, I'm all caught up on your birthdays," said Harry. "Agreed," said Ron and Hermoine together. "Now shall we get back, or should we get something to eat?" asked Hermoine. "Depends you buying Hermoine?" asked Harry, realizing that the money in his pocket is now gone. "Lets eat, I'm starved. Aren't you Harry?" asked Ron. Harry had simply nodded. His stomach had growled just then. They both followed Hermoine. They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and sat down. They noticed that they had served the next table some liquid that looked like butterbeer. "Excuse me, but is that butterbeer?" asked Harry. The waiter nodded. "Awesome," they all had said. The waiter left without taking the order first. "Hey!" exclaimed Harry and Ron, right before the waiter returned with four glasses. "What's number four for?" Just then, Mr. Weasley sat down. "Good afternoon you three." "Hi dad," said Ron. "Mr. Weasley, why was staying here so important?" asked Hermoine. "I just thought it would be nice for once." Ron nodded, as did Harry. Hermoine started thinking after she acknowledged it. After Mr. Weasley left, taking a full stomach of butterbeer with him, Hermoine spilled her thoughts to Ron and Harry. "Did you see the look he gave Mrs. Weasley?" Ron and Harry tried to remember. He was a bit worried and hurried. "Why would he be worried?" "Something must have happened when someone knocked." Harry remembered the last year. "You don't think it was Volde . . . err you-know-who?" asked Harry. "You can say Voldemort," said Hermoine. Ron flinched then nodded. "I'm still trying to get used to it," said Ron. "Why all of a sudden?" "Words from Dumbledore." said Hermoine. Harry had remembered what Dumbledore had once said to him about the name. "Fear to speak the name is fear of the person," was what he said, or something of the like. Harry could never remember quotes so well. "So, you don't think he showed up. Do you?" asked Harry. "No, dad would have left for work, warn them, and they would try and capture him," said Ron. "Harry, Ron, and Hermoine. Please come with me up to my room please. Someone wants to speak with you," said Mr. Weasley, startling the three. They all followed.
When they arrived at the room, Mr. Weasley put a sign out and locked the closed door. Harry noticed a black dog in the room shortly after. They all knew who it was. "Go ahead Sirus." The dog turned into Harry's godfather. Sirus was cleaner than last time. He seemed to have taken a bath, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to have given him a haircut. "Harry, how are you?" asked Sirus. Harry was glad to see him. "Great, now that you're here." Harry had given him a hug. "My name is almost cleared," said Sirus, "but, I need you three to tell the ministry about your third year at the school. "Gladly," all three had said. "Harry, could I talk to you alone?" asked Sirus. "Sure." Ron and Hermoine had left the room. "It's about living with me. It's necessary after my name is cleared." Harry is thinking "YESSSSSSSSSS!" "O.K. But why is it necessary?" asked Harry calmly. "Well, about a week after you left, Voldemort showed up," Sirus had said. He didn't need to continue. A tear came to Harry's eyes.
"He killed them?" Harry had asked. Sirus had nodded. Harry had gotten weak in the knees. Sirus had noticed and helped him to a bed to sit on. "I never liked them, but I didn't want." Sirus interrupted Harry. "I know, I know." The next morning he woke up, he had the Dursley's on his mind. A tear came to his eyes again.
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"Wake up Harry." Harry slowly opened his eyes. Ron had awakened him. "I'm up, I'm up," muttered Harry groggily. It had been about a week since Harry had arrived at the Burrow. Within the week, Ron and Harry have mainly practiced Quidditch.
Today they were going to Diagon Alley. They decided to use Floo Powder. Ginny went first. "Diagon Alley!" Hermoine went next, then Ron, then Harry. After Harry had arrived, Mrs. Weasley had arrived. She had a worried look. "What's wrong Mrs. Weasley?" Hermoine had noticed her face first. "Someone had knocked before Arthur had a chance to leave." "What's wrong with that mum," Ron and Ginny had asked in unison. Mrs. Weasley had ignored Ron and Ginny both. Everyone had known that it's best not to ask twice. Just then, Mr. Weasley came through. "Who was it honey?" "I'll tell you later." The conversation ended there. After Ron, Harry, and Hermoine got their school stuff, they were about ready to leave through the fireplace when Mr. Weasley suggested staying at the Leaky Cauldron. "What about work dad?" Ron had asked. "I can call in tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley started to object. Mr. Weasley convinced her, by a certain look Harry had never seen. "Great, I'll just go reserve some rooms," than Mr. Weasley went off. "We're gonna go and look around. O.K. Mom?" asked Ron. Mrs. Weasley nodded.
Harry still had some money in his pocket. After Harry had bought Hermoine an owl, he had given a choice of a Nimbus 2000, which was fairly cheap, or something else. Ron chose the broom. Ron was going to be on the Quidditch team this year. "There, I'm all caught up on your birthdays," said Harry. "Agreed," said Ron and Hermoine together. "Now shall we get back, or should we get something to eat?" asked Hermoine. "Depends you buying Hermoine?" asked Harry, realizing that the money in his pocket is now gone. "Lets eat, I'm starved. Aren't you Harry?" asked Ron. Harry had simply nodded. His stomach had growled just then. They both followed Hermoine. They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and sat down. They noticed that they had served the next table some liquid that looked like butterbeer. "Excuse me, but is that butterbeer?" asked Harry. The waiter nodded. "Awesome," they all had said. The waiter left without taking the order first. "Hey!" exclaimed Harry and Ron, right before the waiter returned with four glasses. "What's number four for?" Just then, Mr. Weasley sat down. "Good afternoon you three." "Hi dad," said Ron. "Mr. Weasley, why was staying here so important?" asked Hermoine. "I just thought it would be nice for once." Ron nodded, as did Harry. Hermoine started thinking after she acknowledged it. After Mr. Weasley left, taking a full stomach of butterbeer with him, Hermoine spilled her thoughts to Ron and Harry. "Did you see the look he gave Mrs. Weasley?" Ron and Harry tried to remember. He was a bit worried and hurried. "Why would he be worried?" "Something must have happened when someone knocked." Harry remembered the last year. "You don't think it was Volde . . . err you-know-who?" asked Harry. "You can say Voldemort," said Hermoine. Ron flinched then nodded. "I'm still trying to get used to it," said Ron. "Why all of a sudden?" "Words from Dumbledore." said Hermoine. Harry had remembered what Dumbledore had once said to him about the name. "Fear to speak the name is fear of the person," was what he said, or something of the like. Harry could never remember quotes so well. "So, you don't think he showed up. Do you?" asked Harry. "No, dad would have left for work, warn them, and they would try and capture him," said Ron. "Harry, Ron, and Hermoine. Please come with me up to my room please. Someone wants to speak with you," said Mr. Weasley, startling the three. They all followed.
When they arrived at the room, Mr. Weasley put a sign out and locked the closed door. Harry noticed a black dog in the room shortly after. They all knew who it was. "Go ahead Sirus." The dog turned into Harry's godfather. Sirus was cleaner than last time. He seemed to have taken a bath, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to have given him a haircut. "Harry, how are you?" asked Sirus. Harry was glad to see him. "Great, now that you're here." Harry had given him a hug. "My name is almost cleared," said Sirus, "but, I need you three to tell the ministry about your third year at the school. "Gladly," all three had said. "Harry, could I talk to you alone?" asked Sirus. "Sure." Ron and Hermoine had left the room. "It's about living with me. It's necessary after my name is cleared." Harry is thinking "YESSSSSSSSSS!" "O.K. But why is it necessary?" asked Harry calmly. "Well, about a week after you left, Voldemort showed up," Sirus had said. He didn't need to continue. A tear came to Harry's eyes.
"He killed them?" Harry had asked. Sirus had nodded. Harry had gotten weak in the knees. Sirus had noticed and helped him to a bed to sit on. "I never liked them, but I didn't want." Sirus interrupted Harry. "I know, I know." The next morning he woke up, he had the Dursley's on his mind. A tear came to his eyes again.