A/N: Okay, thanks to all those who reviewed my first chapter. And to answer
Keara and Bane, you'll see if I'm going to kill of Sirius or not, so stop
asking! In this chapter, you'll find out Harry's true feelings for.someone.
A Nameless Rose
Chapter Two: The Burrow
Tears were running down Harry's face, partly because he was upset about Sirius and Professor McGonagall, and partly because of the cold wind and rain whipping his face. Harry didn't know the way to Hogwarts from his house in Bristol, but he'd sure find out if it was the last thing he did.
After he'd been flying for about two hours, he saw something familiar from down below. A very tall and thin house with crooked bricks, a garden full of gnomes, six brand new Firebolts parked neatly along side of the house; it was the Burrow! But something seemed different about this house. It seemed fancier, richer, taller, but Harry didn't care. He just wanted to get some shelter.
Harry zoomed perpendicular to the ground beside the house. When Harry landed, which was in less than five seconds, he ran to the front entrance, and knocked with the brand new knocker. It had a Gryffindor lion's head on it, as the whole family was Gryffindors.
When the door opened, Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway. She clutched her heart and said, "Harry, I haven't seen you for ages!" She wobbled over and hugged him around the waist.
"I missed you, too, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said with a smile. He was feeling at home already.
Without a question, Mrs. Weasley said, "The children are eating dinner in the dining room. Come in, dear." Mrs. Weasley stood out of the way and let Harry come in.
"Thank you." Harry, broomstick still in hand, was in awe as he stepped in and looked around. This house actually looked like a rich person's house. Red and gold draperies covered the new windows. The furniture was new and dusted. The maid was bringing the gourmet food into the dining area, plates and plates of it.
Harry scurried over to the dining area. When he walked in, everybody froze for a couple seconds of shock to see a wet Harry in their house, but then once it sunk in, everybody stood up to greet Harry, with somber looks on their faces.
First, Mr. Weasley greeted him. "Harry, I'm very sorry about your godfather. You are always welcome to stay here anytime you want."
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley. I appreciate it," Harry said.
Then, Ron came up to Harry. "Hey, don't feel bad. Life goes on, and if you can't deal with that, you can't keep up with it either," Ron said, and then he smiled.
Harry knew that Ron was right. Ron never really did show it, but he was amazingly intelligent. "Thanks, Ron," Harry said with a single tear rolling from his eye. Then, they did something never done before by them.they hugged each other. But they pulled apart quite quickly because they probably didn't think hugging was very masculine.
Then, Ginny came up to him. She'd gotten prettier and taller from the time Harry saw her last, the last day of school. "Hi, Ginny," Harry said, with his ears going red.
"Hi, Harry," she said, not seeming shy at all anymore. "Listen, I'm really about what happened to Sirius today."
"It's fine, really," Harry said, with a quiet voice.
Ginny outstretched her arms and embraced Harry in them. They stayed like that for about one minute until they both realized what they were doing. They quickly separated and Ginny went back to her seat, and smiled.
"Take a seat, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said. Harry jumped when she said this; he'd forgotten that she was behind him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Harry took the empty seat next to Ron and the maid laid out a plate for him. As Harry started to eat, the Weasleys started to talk about Hogwarts.
"Do you think they're going to close down Hogwarts because of this incident?" Ginny asked. Harry was amazed at how beautiful she was now.
Harry answered, "I don't believe they'll close down Hogwarts just because one teacher is dead and the other's gone missing. They can easily put an ad in the Daily Prophet needing new teachers."
Everybody almost froze for a moment, except for Ron, who said, "Well, it's not that easy."
"Yes, it is," Harry said. "I really don't believe Sirius is dead. Or maybe I just don't want to."
Harry slept in his very own guest bedroom that night. He hadn't told the Weasley's that he'd be off tomorrow. *I guess they really don't need to know,* Harry thought. I'll just leave really early. Harry turned his head and made sure his broomstick was still lying next to his bed, and it was. Feeling safe and secure, Harry drifted off to sleep, thinking of something other than the long and cold flight tomorrow at dawn; Ginny.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Sorry the chapters are so short. Another chapter will be posted really soon. Please review.
A Nameless Rose
Chapter Two: The Burrow
Tears were running down Harry's face, partly because he was upset about Sirius and Professor McGonagall, and partly because of the cold wind and rain whipping his face. Harry didn't know the way to Hogwarts from his house in Bristol, but he'd sure find out if it was the last thing he did.
After he'd been flying for about two hours, he saw something familiar from down below. A very tall and thin house with crooked bricks, a garden full of gnomes, six brand new Firebolts parked neatly along side of the house; it was the Burrow! But something seemed different about this house. It seemed fancier, richer, taller, but Harry didn't care. He just wanted to get some shelter.
Harry zoomed perpendicular to the ground beside the house. When Harry landed, which was in less than five seconds, he ran to the front entrance, and knocked with the brand new knocker. It had a Gryffindor lion's head on it, as the whole family was Gryffindors.
When the door opened, Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway. She clutched her heart and said, "Harry, I haven't seen you for ages!" She wobbled over and hugged him around the waist.
"I missed you, too, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said with a smile. He was feeling at home already.
Without a question, Mrs. Weasley said, "The children are eating dinner in the dining room. Come in, dear." Mrs. Weasley stood out of the way and let Harry come in.
"Thank you." Harry, broomstick still in hand, was in awe as he stepped in and looked around. This house actually looked like a rich person's house. Red and gold draperies covered the new windows. The furniture was new and dusted. The maid was bringing the gourmet food into the dining area, plates and plates of it.
Harry scurried over to the dining area. When he walked in, everybody froze for a couple seconds of shock to see a wet Harry in their house, but then once it sunk in, everybody stood up to greet Harry, with somber looks on their faces.
First, Mr. Weasley greeted him. "Harry, I'm very sorry about your godfather. You are always welcome to stay here anytime you want."
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley. I appreciate it," Harry said.
Then, Ron came up to Harry. "Hey, don't feel bad. Life goes on, and if you can't deal with that, you can't keep up with it either," Ron said, and then he smiled.
Harry knew that Ron was right. Ron never really did show it, but he was amazingly intelligent. "Thanks, Ron," Harry said with a single tear rolling from his eye. Then, they did something never done before by them.they hugged each other. But they pulled apart quite quickly because they probably didn't think hugging was very masculine.
Then, Ginny came up to him. She'd gotten prettier and taller from the time Harry saw her last, the last day of school. "Hi, Ginny," Harry said, with his ears going red.
"Hi, Harry," she said, not seeming shy at all anymore. "Listen, I'm really about what happened to Sirius today."
"It's fine, really," Harry said, with a quiet voice.
Ginny outstretched her arms and embraced Harry in them. They stayed like that for about one minute until they both realized what they were doing. They quickly separated and Ginny went back to her seat, and smiled.
"Take a seat, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said. Harry jumped when she said this; he'd forgotten that she was behind him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Harry took the empty seat next to Ron and the maid laid out a plate for him. As Harry started to eat, the Weasleys started to talk about Hogwarts.
"Do you think they're going to close down Hogwarts because of this incident?" Ginny asked. Harry was amazed at how beautiful she was now.
Harry answered, "I don't believe they'll close down Hogwarts just because one teacher is dead and the other's gone missing. They can easily put an ad in the Daily Prophet needing new teachers."
Everybody almost froze for a moment, except for Ron, who said, "Well, it's not that easy."
"Yes, it is," Harry said. "I really don't believe Sirius is dead. Or maybe I just don't want to."
Harry slept in his very own guest bedroom that night. He hadn't told the Weasley's that he'd be off tomorrow. *I guess they really don't need to know,* Harry thought. I'll just leave really early. Harry turned his head and made sure his broomstick was still lying next to his bed, and it was. Feeling safe and secure, Harry drifted off to sleep, thinking of something other than the long and cold flight tomorrow at dawn; Ginny.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Sorry the chapters are so short. Another chapter will be posted really soon. Please review.