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Harry Potter and the Robbery Return
Chapter 2 - The Stag
The sun shined bright through the tall windows of Ron's room. Well, the room he shared with Fred, George, and now Harry at Granny Weasley's house. Ron and Harry had finally gotten up to their room sometime around nine o'clock the night before while Granny turned to refill her sixth cup of coco. Ron's shake awoke Harry. He had almost forgotten where he was, for Dudley's obnoxious voice wasn't booming in the bedroom next door and an aroma of eggs and bacon filled the morning air. "Harry! Harry!" He shooed Ron away, "I'm up." "Gran's made breakfast for us!" Harry sleepily got out of his fluffy bed. The room was huge, with many big oddly shaped windows posted here and there along the bright blue- green walls. Fred and George were snoring loudly in the bed next to Harry's. They didn't show any sign of waking up soon. "Let's go!" Ron urged, his stomach taking over him. Downstairs in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley sat at the table thoroughly reading the Daily Prophet, while drinking some more coco. "When will this chaos stop!" she exclaimed to herself-referring to the robberies. "Three more families have been robbed in the past week! The Ministry is in for some tough business!" Ron and Harry plopped down in the chairs across from Mrs. Weasley as Granny gave them each an overflowing plate of breakfast. "Dad's going to be gone some more I guess," Ron sighed grabbing his fork. "Oh boys," Mrs. Weasley set the paper down. "I thought we'd get a head start on school shopping, eh?" Ron nodded before digging into his food.
That afternoon, Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and of course Granny Weasley gathered around the fireplace in the circular, yellow living room. The room was filled with old wizard gadgets: a clock similar to the one the Weasley's had in their kitchen, old wands, hats, and many other implements with a lot of switches and buttons. "Fred, George, you first," ordered Mrs. Weasley, who was holding the bag of Floo Powder. George followed Fred into the emerald green fire and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" "Ron, you next." Doing the same Ron disappeared within a blink of an eye. Mrs. Weasley beamed, "Harry." After taking a pinch of Floo Powder and throwing it into the fire, he casually stepped into the brightness of the fire and exclaimed with certainty- "Diagon Alley!" The air around him spun faster and faster. The feeling wasn't right, though. It was harsh and bumpy. Harry knew he wasn't headed for Diagon Alley. He knew the feeling from when he had ended up in Knockturn Alley two years ago. But this was worse. He felt sick to his stomach as the unpleasant ride ended and he fell to the cold, stone ground. Where am I? He thought. It was definitely not Diagon Alley. It looked as though he was in a cave, a small one at that. There was no light, except for a small hole above him. All of a sudden, right before his very eyes stood a familiar creature- a stag. It was Harry's father. Ghost like and almost transparent, the stag approached Harry, who was still laying on the ground in confusion a flood of questions entering he his mind. "Dad?" he asked in a surprised tone as he quickly stood up, brushing himself off. The stag nodded and spoke. "I brought you here, Harry, because I have to tell you something." Stepping closer, Harry replied, "Tell me what?" "He-he's.got a plan. A brilliant-" There was thumping in the background, startling both of them. Harry's father took off in a canter and before Harry could say a thing, he was in Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, standing before the Weasleys. "Geez, mate! You don't have any luck with Floo Powder!" Fred commented. "You alright, Harry?" Ginny asked. He nodded. "What's up?" Ron said. Harry took him aside from the rest of the family, "My dad.I just saw my dad. He told me that someone's got a plan." "Who's got a plan? What do you mean?" "I'm not exactly sure. All he said was 'He'. I-I think it might be Voldemort."
Harry Potter and the Robbery Return
Chapter 2 - The Stag
The sun shined bright through the tall windows of Ron's room. Well, the room he shared with Fred, George, and now Harry at Granny Weasley's house. Ron and Harry had finally gotten up to their room sometime around nine o'clock the night before while Granny turned to refill her sixth cup of coco. Ron's shake awoke Harry. He had almost forgotten where he was, for Dudley's obnoxious voice wasn't booming in the bedroom next door and an aroma of eggs and bacon filled the morning air. "Harry! Harry!" He shooed Ron away, "I'm up." "Gran's made breakfast for us!" Harry sleepily got out of his fluffy bed. The room was huge, with many big oddly shaped windows posted here and there along the bright blue- green walls. Fred and George were snoring loudly in the bed next to Harry's. They didn't show any sign of waking up soon. "Let's go!" Ron urged, his stomach taking over him. Downstairs in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley sat at the table thoroughly reading the Daily Prophet, while drinking some more coco. "When will this chaos stop!" she exclaimed to herself-referring to the robberies. "Three more families have been robbed in the past week! The Ministry is in for some tough business!" Ron and Harry plopped down in the chairs across from Mrs. Weasley as Granny gave them each an overflowing plate of breakfast. "Dad's going to be gone some more I guess," Ron sighed grabbing his fork. "Oh boys," Mrs. Weasley set the paper down. "I thought we'd get a head start on school shopping, eh?" Ron nodded before digging into his food.
That afternoon, Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and of course Granny Weasley gathered around the fireplace in the circular, yellow living room. The room was filled with old wizard gadgets: a clock similar to the one the Weasley's had in their kitchen, old wands, hats, and many other implements with a lot of switches and buttons. "Fred, George, you first," ordered Mrs. Weasley, who was holding the bag of Floo Powder. George followed Fred into the emerald green fire and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" "Ron, you next." Doing the same Ron disappeared within a blink of an eye. Mrs. Weasley beamed, "Harry." After taking a pinch of Floo Powder and throwing it into the fire, he casually stepped into the brightness of the fire and exclaimed with certainty- "Diagon Alley!" The air around him spun faster and faster. The feeling wasn't right, though. It was harsh and bumpy. Harry knew he wasn't headed for Diagon Alley. He knew the feeling from when he had ended up in Knockturn Alley two years ago. But this was worse. He felt sick to his stomach as the unpleasant ride ended and he fell to the cold, stone ground. Where am I? He thought. It was definitely not Diagon Alley. It looked as though he was in a cave, a small one at that. There was no light, except for a small hole above him. All of a sudden, right before his very eyes stood a familiar creature- a stag. It was Harry's father. Ghost like and almost transparent, the stag approached Harry, who was still laying on the ground in confusion a flood of questions entering he his mind. "Dad?" he asked in a surprised tone as he quickly stood up, brushing himself off. The stag nodded and spoke. "I brought you here, Harry, because I have to tell you something." Stepping closer, Harry replied, "Tell me what?" "He-he's.got a plan. A brilliant-" There was thumping in the background, startling both of them. Harry's father took off in a canter and before Harry could say a thing, he was in Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, standing before the Weasleys. "Geez, mate! You don't have any luck with Floo Powder!" Fred commented. "You alright, Harry?" Ginny asked. He nodded. "What's up?" Ron said. Harry took him aside from the rest of the family, "My dad.I just saw my dad. He told me that someone's got a plan." "Who's got a plan? What do you mean?" "I'm not exactly sure. All he said was 'He'. I-I think it might be Voldemort."
