The Sisterhood Ch. 2
Harry awoke late the next afternoon. His clock read 1:35 when he finally regained consciousness, and his first thought was of the Weasleys. Had he missed them? Surely not, they wouldn't leave him. Would they? His panicked thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and a shrill scream followed by guffaws of youthful laughter.
"Harry, where are you, mate?" said a voice that was unmistakably Ron Wesley's. Harry, having fallen asleep in his clothes, jumped out of bed and rushed out of his room and down the stairs. The Dursley's, whom of course were stupid enough to board up the fireplace again, we crowded against the wall, cowering. Fred and George were standing just outside the fireplace, grinning identical malicious grins. Ron stepped over to Harry and clapped him on the back.
"Having a lie in were you?" Harry grinned and nodded the affirmative.
"What was all the laughing about?"
"Oh, the twins just thought your aunt screaming was hilarious. Is it just me, or is this scene familiar?" Ron was right. This situation reminded Harry strongly of when the Weasleys had come to fetch him the previous year. "Yeah, it is. We had better get out of here before anything bad happens. I want to leave as quickly as possible."
"Right, then. We had better send the twins up to get your trunk, to keep them out of trouble and all."
"Hey Fred, Georgeā¦"
"Got it, Harry. Be right back."
The twins disappeared up the stairs.
"Dad didn't come with us because Mum needed him."
"Really? What's going on?"
"Well, Gin is really sick. I mean bad sick, though. Just about a week ago, during a storm, she was sitting over by a window (she loves to watch it storm) and she just starting glowing. We didn't know what the heck was going on and she didn't seem to notice, she just kept staring out the window. So Mum goes toward her, like she's gonna touch her, and lightning strikes her!"
"Your Mum?!"
"No, Ginny!"
"What?"
"Yeah! And then she passed out. Gin hasn't woken up since. She's up in her room, tossing and turning. She has a fever, and these jolts of electricity keep shooting up her body. Percy tried to touch her the other day and got the crap burned out of him."
"How do you know she has a fever if you can't touch her?"
"She's sweating. Mum has to levitate her ever so often and change the sheets on her bed because they get soaked. That's not the weirdest thing, though."
"It's not?"
"No. Gin's got this symbol on her head, a really strange one. It looks like a green number four. It keeps glowing."
By this time all Harry could do was nod his head. He was so shocked and worried. He hadn't gotten the chance to tell Ginny about his feelings yet, and he didn't want to lose her.
"The twins are in rare form these days. They're so worried about Ginny that they have been pulling more pranks than ever to get their minds off things."
The twins had returned from Harry's room with his trunk and Hedwig. They were standing off to the side, listening to Harry and Ron's conversation. They looked so solemn and sad that it scared Harry. The Dursleys were no longer in the room. He didn't know where they had gone, and he didn't really care. He just wanted to get to Ginny.
"Ready to go, Harry?" Fred said, attempting to be cheerful.
"Yeah, let's get out of here."
And so, with a pinch of floo powder and a shout of The Burrow each, the left Pivet Drive.
Harry awoke late the next afternoon. His clock read 1:35 when he finally regained consciousness, and his first thought was of the Weasleys. Had he missed them? Surely not, they wouldn't leave him. Would they? His panicked thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and a shrill scream followed by guffaws of youthful laughter.
"Harry, where are you, mate?" said a voice that was unmistakably Ron Wesley's. Harry, having fallen asleep in his clothes, jumped out of bed and rushed out of his room and down the stairs. The Dursley's, whom of course were stupid enough to board up the fireplace again, we crowded against the wall, cowering. Fred and George were standing just outside the fireplace, grinning identical malicious grins. Ron stepped over to Harry and clapped him on the back.
"Having a lie in were you?" Harry grinned and nodded the affirmative.
"What was all the laughing about?"
"Oh, the twins just thought your aunt screaming was hilarious. Is it just me, or is this scene familiar?" Ron was right. This situation reminded Harry strongly of when the Weasleys had come to fetch him the previous year. "Yeah, it is. We had better get out of here before anything bad happens. I want to leave as quickly as possible."
"Right, then. We had better send the twins up to get your trunk, to keep them out of trouble and all."
"Hey Fred, Georgeā¦"
"Got it, Harry. Be right back."
The twins disappeared up the stairs.
"Dad didn't come with us because Mum needed him."
"Really? What's going on?"
"Well, Gin is really sick. I mean bad sick, though. Just about a week ago, during a storm, she was sitting over by a window (she loves to watch it storm) and she just starting glowing. We didn't know what the heck was going on and she didn't seem to notice, she just kept staring out the window. So Mum goes toward her, like she's gonna touch her, and lightning strikes her!"
"Your Mum?!"
"No, Ginny!"
"What?"
"Yeah! And then she passed out. Gin hasn't woken up since. She's up in her room, tossing and turning. She has a fever, and these jolts of electricity keep shooting up her body. Percy tried to touch her the other day and got the crap burned out of him."
"How do you know she has a fever if you can't touch her?"
"She's sweating. Mum has to levitate her ever so often and change the sheets on her bed because they get soaked. That's not the weirdest thing, though."
"It's not?"
"No. Gin's got this symbol on her head, a really strange one. It looks like a green number four. It keeps glowing."
By this time all Harry could do was nod his head. He was so shocked and worried. He hadn't gotten the chance to tell Ginny about his feelings yet, and he didn't want to lose her.
"The twins are in rare form these days. They're so worried about Ginny that they have been pulling more pranks than ever to get their minds off things."
The twins had returned from Harry's room with his trunk and Hedwig. They were standing off to the side, listening to Harry and Ron's conversation. They looked so solemn and sad that it scared Harry. The Dursleys were no longer in the room. He didn't know where they had gone, and he didn't really care. He just wanted to get to Ginny.
"Ready to go, Harry?" Fred said, attempting to be cheerful.
"Yeah, let's get out of here."
And so, with a pinch of floo powder and a shout of The Burrow each, the left Pivet Drive.
