**Mure's Notice Type Thing/Disclaimer** I don't own Harry Potter,
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Of course, I instantly rushed to the bedroom, flicked off the lights, and jumped into bed...and stayed there with my eyes wide open for the rest of the night.
When my clock chimmed, it was signaled for dawn. I heard a tap on the window and rolled out of bed, then raised the blinds, shielding my eyes from the first rays of dawn. Instead of seeing them, I came face to face with the smiling face of Dumbledore, his silvery-white hair illuminated by the sun. I almost screamed, but the evenets from last night came rushing back to my mind and instead I un-latched the windows and pushed them outward.
"Sorry that I'm not ready, Headmaster, but-"
He raised his hand.
"Enough. I jsut came here to tell you that I'm not going with you today," he said.
"Who is?" I asked, already expecting the answer.
"Mr. Percy Weasley," he replied.
My heart stopped. My eyes widened. My mouth stood open. I couldn't blink. That wasn't the answer.
"Say again?"
"Percy Weasley," he repeated.
My heart did a couple of flips and I blushed. Only my best friend knew I that I liked Percy from the books, but now meeting him .. I almost melted. Okay, I know, I know, you're thinking "HOW THE HECK CAN SHE LIKE /HIM/?!" It's just one of those certain things, yanno?
"Well, thanks for the info Headmaster, and now you must be going bye!!" I shut the window, let down the blinds, and dressed in my Hard Rock Cafe shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans. I took out my four HP books and stuffed them into a pooh-bear bag. Then, while pulling my hiar into a ponytail, I waited. No sooner than Dumbledore left, there was another tap at the window, I let up the blinds and pushed the window outwards. I almsot squealed in delight.
There he was, sitting on a low branch, staring back at me. I tried to smile, but my muscles wouldn't mvoe right, so it turned out for me to close my eyes and flash him a goofy grin. [Oh great, now he thinks I'm an idiot like his brothers.] I thought, not moving. Finally he spoke, and I almost died. His voice was sooooo smooth and his tone and heart-stopping..breath- taking...argh.
"Mikica?"
"Sure is!" I exclaimed in an unusaul squeaky voice.
"^_^; Cheery girl, aren't you?"
I laughed a dry, nervous laugh. He didn't sound bossy at all, but despite my feelings for him, I thought that could change. I shoved that all aside, and stuck my head out of the window.
"We travel, how..?" I asked.
"Floo Powder."
"How'd you get here without coming through my fireplace?"
"Miscounculated and ended up in the one across the street. Good thing they sleep like rocks over there," he said, climbing through the window and I backed away from it.
"It's not quiet cold over here in the USA, as you can see," I began to say, following Percy into the den. He shushed me, started a fire with his wand, and threw the powder in it. The flames turned an emerald green and Something jerked at the back of my stomach. I have never traveled by Floo Powder before, and that meant I could end up in the wrong place like Harry did in the fourth book (Mure: sorta of a *SMALL* spolier if you haven't read that book yet ^^;) so I backed a few paces away fromt he fire and shook my head.
Percy must've spotted this because he gave me a gentel encouraging push. "I'll let you go first."
"But I don't wanna go first," I whined before stopping myself.
"Just go," he pushed again, annoyed, and I stumbled forward.
Looking into the flames, I hesitantly kneeled onto the small brick altar and into the fire. Tucking my arms in, I loudly and clearly said "Diagon Alley," even with a mouth full of ashes. Round and round I was spinning until finally I appeared in another fireplace that was not my own.
I opened my eyes and let out a huge gasp..
Of course, I instantly rushed to the bedroom, flicked off the lights, and jumped into bed...and stayed there with my eyes wide open for the rest of the night.
When my clock chimmed, it was signaled for dawn. I heard a tap on the window and rolled out of bed, then raised the blinds, shielding my eyes from the first rays of dawn. Instead of seeing them, I came face to face with the smiling face of Dumbledore, his silvery-white hair illuminated by the sun. I almost screamed, but the evenets from last night came rushing back to my mind and instead I un-latched the windows and pushed them outward.
"Sorry that I'm not ready, Headmaster, but-"
He raised his hand.
"Enough. I jsut came here to tell you that I'm not going with you today," he said.
"Who is?" I asked, already expecting the answer.
"Mr. Percy Weasley," he replied.
My heart stopped. My eyes widened. My mouth stood open. I couldn't blink. That wasn't the answer.
"Say again?"
"Percy Weasley," he repeated.
My heart did a couple of flips and I blushed. Only my best friend knew I that I liked Percy from the books, but now meeting him .. I almost melted. Okay, I know, I know, you're thinking "HOW THE HECK CAN SHE LIKE /HIM/?!" It's just one of those certain things, yanno?
"Well, thanks for the info Headmaster, and now you must be going bye!!" I shut the window, let down the blinds, and dressed in my Hard Rock Cafe shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans. I took out my four HP books and stuffed them into a pooh-bear bag. Then, while pulling my hiar into a ponytail, I waited. No sooner than Dumbledore left, there was another tap at the window, I let up the blinds and pushed the window outwards. I almsot squealed in delight.
There he was, sitting on a low branch, staring back at me. I tried to smile, but my muscles wouldn't mvoe right, so it turned out for me to close my eyes and flash him a goofy grin. [Oh great, now he thinks I'm an idiot like his brothers.] I thought, not moving. Finally he spoke, and I almost died. His voice was sooooo smooth and his tone and heart-stopping..breath- taking...argh.
"Mikica?"
"Sure is!" I exclaimed in an unusaul squeaky voice.
"^_^; Cheery girl, aren't you?"
I laughed a dry, nervous laugh. He didn't sound bossy at all, but despite my feelings for him, I thought that could change. I shoved that all aside, and stuck my head out of the window.
"We travel, how..?" I asked.
"Floo Powder."
"How'd you get here without coming through my fireplace?"
"Miscounculated and ended up in the one across the street. Good thing they sleep like rocks over there," he said, climbing through the window and I backed away from it.
"It's not quiet cold over here in the USA, as you can see," I began to say, following Percy into the den. He shushed me, started a fire with his wand, and threw the powder in it. The flames turned an emerald green and Something jerked at the back of my stomach. I have never traveled by Floo Powder before, and that meant I could end up in the wrong place like Harry did in the fourth book (Mure: sorta of a *SMALL* spolier if you haven't read that book yet ^^;) so I backed a few paces away fromt he fire and shook my head.
Percy must've spotted this because he gave me a gentel encouraging push. "I'll let you go first."
"But I don't wanna go first," I whined before stopping myself.
"Just go," he pushed again, annoyed, and I stumbled forward.
Looking into the flames, I hesitantly kneeled onto the small brick altar and into the fire. Tucking my arms in, I loudly and clearly said "Diagon Alley," even with a mouth full of ashes. Round and round I was spinning until finally I appeared in another fireplace that was not my own.
I opened my eyes and let out a huge gasp..
