The Many meetings
Waking up to a sunlit morning, Harry stretched and looked over to Hedwig, who was sleeping under her pearl white wing. Ron was sleeping soundly, and Harry understood what Ron really meant yesterday when he stepped into the bathroom.
He opened the cupboard by mistake, and a shaver and foam can fell out. Harry silently laughed. After washing his face and putting back the objects, he noticed that Ron would really need to use them right now. Tiny spots under his chin told him this, and he couldn't imagine Ron with a ginger moustache. He went by his bed again, seeing that Ginny was waking up next to Hermione.
"Morning, morning," said Harry. "You've got another letter, in which my curiosity led me to reading who it was from. I really feel an urge to read it." He handed the sealed letter to Ginny. "Neville sends his love again."
Ginny giggled softly. "Indeed he does. Hey Harry," she came and sat next to Harry. "You do know those to like each other?"
"Yeah, Ron told me his half," said Harry. "Oh let me guess, Hermione told you something?"
"Yeah, and she doesn't look like either of them are having a good time."
They weren't. Ron was caught in one of his guilty dreams again, this time imagining that yesterday while he was in the bathroom that he tried to kiss Hermione, but she refused as he did it too soon. And then she was lost from his grips forever.
Hermione wasn't doing well either. She saw Harry and Ron sacrificing themselves for the dark lord, and her standing there guilty for as she wasn't doing anything. But then she saw Ron getting killed, and her standing in tears. . .
"Ahh!" both of them chorused, and out of coincidence, they sat up at the same time and yelled at the same time. They looked at each other sweaty and shaky.
"What a nightmare," said Ron, rubbing his forehead.
"I had one too," said Hermione. "I hardly remember it but I know it was seriously horrible. I just saw dark images telling me something. Something - something was there making it all worse. What we were talking about Ron."
Ron sighed, no longer sweaty. "Mine was weird. I felt guilty about something. Like pulling a prank or not telling something I should have told them - like saying the truth about Hagrid or something. That bad. Truth about me being bad in some way." Ron stood up. "Something that I regretted not to tell sooner. It involved someone - I think it was a relation of something or mine. But I'm not hiding anything from anyone to what I know."
Hermione stood up brushing her hair and watching Harry and Ginny sit transfixed at the coincidence.
"Strange," said Harry.
"Anyway Hermione I told you, you know what I told you."
"But it still haunts me. I don't know why."
"What?" said Harry concerned.
Hermione sighed. "I've been worried lately about the situation and everything. You know - I just saw both of killed in front of the dark lord."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You've been worried about me?"
"Yeah, and Ron," muttered Hermione. "I'm just worried about everyone getting hurt."
Harry sighed. "I've been worried about everyone too. Everyone I know is in danger. Well, apart from my enemies."
"Right, is everyone up?" said Charlie, opening the door. He saw Ron and Hermione's expression on their faces. "I heard a yell. Nightmares?" Charlie frowned.
"Yeah, horrible ones too," said Ron. "Absolute nasty ones."
Charlie sighed. "Just be ready in a couple of hours."
Ron looked around to them all.
"Me first in the bathroom," he said, rushing out the door.
"I found out about his personal items," he said. "I accidentally opened a cupboard, and a shaver and foam can fell out. The Dursleys would love to give me an empty can and broken shaver all right."
"Nice thought Harry," said Hermione. "What about you?"
"For some reason, I haven't started," Harry frowned. "Potter gene coming in. . ."
Hermione giggled.
"Ouch!" said Ron from the bathroom.
Ginny laughed.
"Shut it Gin," said Ron.
Fred and George were laughing as they used the other bathroom. "Aww little Ronniekins having problems?"
"Shut it," said Ron, feeling like he wanted to come out and give them what for.
George waited outside. "No seriously Ron, if you want help you can always ask us," he raised his eyebrows. "As if we haven't passed you stage yet."
Ron stuck his head out, which had a grave down his cheek. "Pig did it."
The small owl flew out hooting, and went to sit near Hedwig, in which the snowy owl gave way.
"Little git," said Ron, frowning.
"Hold on Ron," said Hermione. "I used to play doctors when I was little."
"Oh Herm," said Ron rolling his eyes. "You don't have to act as my mum."
"You helped me out yesterday, I help you out today. Here, take this cream." Ron held a bottle, in which Hermione brushed his cheek. A stinging sensation was felt, then a warm breeze was felt. "Fixed."
Ron frowned as his cheek was fully healed. "You call that play doctors?"
"Yeah I guess," said Hermione. "Keep it. Just in case Pig might attack you again, and knowing me, I never need it."
"Thanks, now I'll take a shower if you don't mind," Ron grabbed a towel and clothes from his cupboard. He shut himself in the bathroom, and felt lucky it had a lock.
Harry felt like laughing, in which he let out a small chuckle.
Sirius leaned on the door, his hair a mess. He looked like he was drunk, but he was tired. He shook his head awake and gave a small 'good morning' to the teenagers.
"Sirius, did you actually look in the mirror this morning?" said Harry.
"No, cause I only just woke up," Sirius yawned. "I heard an ouch from Ron, so I think I know what you all mean.
Fred came out the bathroom, in which grinning as his twin walked in, the same fashion.
"Why Pig attacked Ron I do not know. Especially with a razor." Fred walked off shaking his head.
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "I picked the wrong owl I guess, I should have had that tawny one."
Pig hooted, and flew over to peck Sirius nose, in which Sirius transformed into a dog and barked. The owl stuttered away.
Sirius transformed back. "No one messes with a grim," said Sirius, admiring his grim looking dog form.
Remus walked in. "I've been up for an hour. Walked around outside, and it seems your cat has had a good start, and I found this forsaken rat." He held up a jar. "Harry, would you like to admire the rat who was the cause of your parents' death?"
"Get that filthy rat out the house," growled Sirius. "I don't want to see that face of the traitor, the one who killed James." Sirius grimaced. "I don't think Harry wants to see him either."
"I want to hear what he has to say for himself," said Harry, almost growling like his godfather. Sirius rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom that Ron had left 5 minutes before.
"What's he doing here?" exclaimed Ron, rubbing his wet hair.
Remus opened the jar. "Come on traitor, say something to your best friend's son. Oh, I meant your so-called best friend. You didn't deserve to be his friend."
The rat jumped out, and obligingly transformed.
"Oh shut it Moony," said the man.
"Don't call me Moony," hissed Remus, with dangerous eyes. "You know how angry I can get, don't you Peter?"
Peter shuddered. "Yes Remus,"
Harry stood up and faced Peter. "Why?" he said with his curious 15-year- old eyes.
This shook Peter. "I wanted to live. I wanted to live to see your parents again."
"Then why didn't you spy like Snape did?" asked Harry.
"I didn't think of that," said Peter.
"And why did you help on his comeback?"
"He threatened to kill me."
"Transform into your mouse form. Get out of my sight."
Peter knew that he shouldn't have done it. He transformed, then Remus grabbed him.
"Nop, you're not going anywhere," said Remus.
Harry's eyes stood still. "I don't ever want to hear from Peter again,"
Remus nodded. "I'm just as angry as you are,"
"He was the reason why I suffered the Dursleys'. He was the reason why you suffered thinking Sirius was guilty. He was the reason why Sirius was locked away, and he begged for his freedom."
Ron, Hermione and Ginny stood silently behind him.
Harry turned around to them. "I hope none of you ever do that, and I won't ever do that. I'd rather die."
Ron had never seen him this serious. Hermione stood understanding, but her dream turned to this fact.
She was scared she'd turn into Peter.
Ginny stood silent.
Her hero had never had such bravery.
The three looked at Harry straight in the eye. They nodded, showing their eyes of understanding.
Harry smiled.
Remus smiled and was proud that James' son had turned out to be a good person. "Oh, George's done," he muttered. He put the glass jar into his room he shared with Sirius and Charlie and Bill. He walked in the bedroom, waking Bill up.
Sirius came out. "How much water does your family have?" he asked.
"A lot," said Ron. "Mum and dad have their own one. And Harry, are you going or what? Bill and Charlie already had theirs already."
~~~~~
The group left the house as the parents and Remus and Sirius were left behind.
The portkey brought the large group into some grounds.
"Ok, come out!" said a voice.
7 broomsticks flew into the air: all with people with green robes on. A quaffle was thrown as leprechauns danced below.
The broomsticks flew higher as bludgers tried to attack the beaters.
After a small show of fireworks, the 7 people came down.
"Hi, I'm Adrian Lynch and welcome to the Irish Quidditch field."
Ron almost fainted next to Harry.
Another 7 people burst out, this time there were some small and very tamed dragons below and a flash of red and white flew into the air, having their show.
They came down.
The keeper stood out. "Hey guys, it's me, Oliver Wood."
"Wood?" said George. "What are you doing here?"
"They needed a keeper so I came in," he explained. "And we thought that we might want to use your talents some day, so why don't you come and train on the field with us?"
"Don't worry girls, don't feel left out," said a girl from the English team. "I'm a chaser, Alice Sherringham. I'll help you out if you want."
Hermione and Ginny smiled. "Sure," said Ginny.
Percy felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around, and blushed slightly.
It was Penelope.
"Penny?" said Percy, hoarsely.
The rest went off, Charlie giving a sign that they might want to be alone.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work."
Penelope shook her head. "No. They're giving me some time off, which is until Hogwarts goes back to school. They're making sure they don't bother me. Why don't we sit down?"
"Sure Penny," said Percy, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Right Harry, give it a go with this snitch,"
Harry looked up to Lynch. "Charlie, how you somehow hid our broomsticks along the way I do not know, but this is so way cool." Harry clambered onto his Firebolt and watched the snitch glitter off somewhere.
"Let's go," said Harry, and he pushed off.
His eyes sharpened as a bludger passed him, in which Fred hit away. The golden glint was a few feet away.
He raced towards it: it flew off as he suspected and he chased it throughout the field, passing Ginny fast, making her almost fall over. Hermione laughed at this.
Harry kept close and finally caught it, while it struggled in his hands.
"Good Harry!" said Lynch. "Now try again, I'll be up there with you."
Hermione went past trying to get the quaffle in the goal, but sighed as she narrowly missed.
Harry tailed the gold trail. Lynch was a few metres away from him, speeding up . . .
He was now on Harry's side, in which Harry looked across to him, they seemed to push and weave their way throughout the field, Ginny watching in awe as a blur went past her. Ron, almost getting knocked out by a bludger, felt dizzy as they went around in circles.
Lynch was the closest to the snitch. Harry felt himself come forward, grabbing it . . .
They were a few metres off the ground, in which Harry stood on his broomstick and grabbed the snitch, rolling onto the ground. He did the same fete in his first year, but this time he didn't almost swallow it. Lynch came down, amazed that he was beaten by someone about five or ten years younger than him.
"Amazing Harry, you'll make it onto any team," said Lynch, brushing back his messed hair. "Oh, there's Viktor now,"
Krum came onto the pitch, noticing Hermione and went red.
"Hello Krum, how are you?" said Lynch.
"Very vell thanks," said Krum, trying to ignore Ron's gape. "Ahh 'arry, good to see you."
"And to you too Krum. Heard from Fleur?"
Krum shook his head. "No. I just saw vat you did just then, and I'm fvery impressssssed."
Hermione shook her expression off. "Hello Victor," she said, a straight expression.
"Hello Herm - Herm-own Ninny - sorry," said Krum, going red again. "Ahhh Ron Veasley, nice to see you too."
"Yeah," said Ron, as straight and quick as Hermione.
"WATCH IT FRED!" shouted Bill, spinning on his broomstick.
"It wasn't me, it was George," said Fred innocently.
"Oh what ever, just don't do that," said Bill.
Charlie chuckled.
Percy was sitting with Penelope, embraced in chatter and laughter.
"Doing better than I did," said Percy. "No, wait, I wasn't the one that got attacked."
The twins laughed. "Oh very funny," said Bill. Harry saw Ginny smiling as she came over. "I've got a basket of food if you want any," she said.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Ok, I'm having some. Coming?"
"Yeah, I am," said Harry.
"You go on, I'll talk to Viktor," said Hermione softly.
Ron frowned, and walked with the others.
"Viktor," said Hermione. "Let me guess, you found a new girl?"
"No, I haffen't," said Krum. "I told you after the rescue in the lake, I never felt this vay about anyone."
"You don't have any feelings for me, do you?"
"I vish I could it rid of them. I vish."
"I'm sorry Viktor, but I have feelings for someone else," said Hermione. "Mind you, it wasn't the reason I broke up with you. It took me a while to get over you."
Krum smiled. "I understant,"
Hermione smiled. "I'm glad you do,"
"Who is it? 'arry?"
Hermione laughed. "No, it's not Harry,"
"Ron?" Viktor said quietly.
Hermione blushed and giggled. "Yes, don't tell anyone."
Viktor let out a small chuckle. "Vell, shall we go and get some food?"
"Yeah," said Hermione.
Ron was still frowning. Hermione came over with Krum.
She still had feelings for him, Ron assumed.
But she didn't. Unfortunately Ron didn't know this.
~~~~~
"Two days until school," said Ginny, a week after they came home from the glorious Quidditch trip. "Everything packed. Excellent."
"Ron, you're rather quiet," said Harry, wiping his wand with a cloth in which it let out a few sparks.
Ron was staring at the floor in another world. "Huh?"
"You've been quiet for a week," said Fred. "That keeper tell you something bad?"
"No, it's nothing, just not in the mood for speaking,"
"How could it be that? It can't last for a week. You're normally the talkative one." George looked at Ron's still eyes. "Or was it Krum?"
Ron jolted awake at the name. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.
Harry rolled his eyes, glad that Hermione was completely out of earshot. "Krum is getting over her, you know that. Hermione has already got over him."
Bill frowned. "Hold on, am I missing something here?"
"Err no," lied Harry. "Apart from Hermione broke up with Krum, that's all."
Charlie frowned. "We mean involving Ron,"
Ron grimaced. "Look, there's nothing,"
Bill frowned. "Cool Ron. We're only being concerned as older brothers." His frown was almost identical to Charlie's. His frown relaxed as he walked out the kitchen.
Ron sighed. "If you want to know, you can guess easily. Involves me yes and what we were talking about."
"What? Hermione having feelings for Krum?" asked Ginny. "Oh, you mean that. She has got over him Ron, Harry said so."
"How would you know?" asked Ron, is anger slightly rising.
"I do, cause I do talk to her you know that," Ginny smiled. "And that dream. You're guilty to not tell your feelings to her."
Charlie. "Oh, we weren't missing something?"
Fred chuckled. "Not a word from all of us, right George?"
"No. Not a word, promise you that."
"I don't care. She'll find out someday anyways." Ron buried his face in his arms. "Just don't talk about it. Makes me feel worse."
"Well if she will find out anyways, why doesn't she get it from you?" Harry sighed. "It's the best idea getting the truth from you."
"But she doesn't like me! She hasn't fancied me ever since I've known her!" Ron raised his head. "We're completely the opposite. Boy and girl. Just like Avril's song, Skater boy. He was a punk, she did ballet."
"Yeah, but remember that the facts of them being completely different people made them fall in love?" said Harry. "Then they regretted not telling each other everything. Totally different people can do that."
"In my case it doesn't," said Ron, fiercely. "It never will."
"How do you know?" asked Bill, eavesdropping.
Percy seemed to catch on too. "Hey, I was Mr Geek and Penelope was the most popular girl. Just like Spiderman."
The twins laughed at the confession 'Mr Geek'.
"Shut it you two," muttered Percy. "But anyways Ron, see what I mean? And I guess Ginny has told you what happened in our sixth year."
Ron said nothing.
"Sirius! Harry's dad really did that?"
Hermione came in laughing, as Sirius nodded.
"Your dad did a lot of things," Sirius added to Harry. "Right player he was. Complete opposite to your mother, then they both turned into players."
Ron's eyes showed he felt worse. Everyone noticed this, except for Sirius and Hermione.
"What?" said Harry, taking his eyes off Ron's suppressed look. "No, really?"
"Yeah, your mother was extremely smart, probably exactly like young Hermione here. Muggle born, smart, teacher's pet in her first year until fifth year when she really knew your father, and went popular when she dated your father. Your father was her best friend from the first year. Prankster, lover of Quidditch, and opposite to her. He was intelligent in his own way, not bothered about grades but getting them anyways. They used to have fights a lot." Sirius narrowed his eyes when he tried to remember the past. "And that's what brought them together to be stronger." Sirius bowed his head. "Great people they were."
Remus stepping in broke the silence. "Lily and James confession time is it?" Sirius nodded. "Well, I remember when James turned her hair pink. Nasty combination. Her red face was seen that morning at breakfast. James corrected it laughing, but she had her little pay back." Remus smiled. "Yeah, putting bricks at the bottom of his bag was good. He was wondering why it was so heavy."
"I'm going upstairs," said Ron, and no one wanted to stop him.
Hermione raised one eyebrow, not knowing what was going on.
~~~~~
No owls were harmed in the making of this story. Hehe.
Waking up to a sunlit morning, Harry stretched and looked over to Hedwig, who was sleeping under her pearl white wing. Ron was sleeping soundly, and Harry understood what Ron really meant yesterday when he stepped into the bathroom.
He opened the cupboard by mistake, and a shaver and foam can fell out. Harry silently laughed. After washing his face and putting back the objects, he noticed that Ron would really need to use them right now. Tiny spots under his chin told him this, and he couldn't imagine Ron with a ginger moustache. He went by his bed again, seeing that Ginny was waking up next to Hermione.
"Morning, morning," said Harry. "You've got another letter, in which my curiosity led me to reading who it was from. I really feel an urge to read it." He handed the sealed letter to Ginny. "Neville sends his love again."
Ginny giggled softly. "Indeed he does. Hey Harry," she came and sat next to Harry. "You do know those to like each other?"
"Yeah, Ron told me his half," said Harry. "Oh let me guess, Hermione told you something?"
"Yeah, and she doesn't look like either of them are having a good time."
They weren't. Ron was caught in one of his guilty dreams again, this time imagining that yesterday while he was in the bathroom that he tried to kiss Hermione, but she refused as he did it too soon. And then she was lost from his grips forever.
Hermione wasn't doing well either. She saw Harry and Ron sacrificing themselves for the dark lord, and her standing there guilty for as she wasn't doing anything. But then she saw Ron getting killed, and her standing in tears. . .
"Ahh!" both of them chorused, and out of coincidence, they sat up at the same time and yelled at the same time. They looked at each other sweaty and shaky.
"What a nightmare," said Ron, rubbing his forehead.
"I had one too," said Hermione. "I hardly remember it but I know it was seriously horrible. I just saw dark images telling me something. Something - something was there making it all worse. What we were talking about Ron."
Ron sighed, no longer sweaty. "Mine was weird. I felt guilty about something. Like pulling a prank or not telling something I should have told them - like saying the truth about Hagrid or something. That bad. Truth about me being bad in some way." Ron stood up. "Something that I regretted not to tell sooner. It involved someone - I think it was a relation of something or mine. But I'm not hiding anything from anyone to what I know."
Hermione stood up brushing her hair and watching Harry and Ginny sit transfixed at the coincidence.
"Strange," said Harry.
"Anyway Hermione I told you, you know what I told you."
"But it still haunts me. I don't know why."
"What?" said Harry concerned.
Hermione sighed. "I've been worried lately about the situation and everything. You know - I just saw both of killed in front of the dark lord."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You've been worried about me?"
"Yeah, and Ron," muttered Hermione. "I'm just worried about everyone getting hurt."
Harry sighed. "I've been worried about everyone too. Everyone I know is in danger. Well, apart from my enemies."
"Right, is everyone up?" said Charlie, opening the door. He saw Ron and Hermione's expression on their faces. "I heard a yell. Nightmares?" Charlie frowned.
"Yeah, horrible ones too," said Ron. "Absolute nasty ones."
Charlie sighed. "Just be ready in a couple of hours."
Ron looked around to them all.
"Me first in the bathroom," he said, rushing out the door.
"I found out about his personal items," he said. "I accidentally opened a cupboard, and a shaver and foam can fell out. The Dursleys would love to give me an empty can and broken shaver all right."
"Nice thought Harry," said Hermione. "What about you?"
"For some reason, I haven't started," Harry frowned. "Potter gene coming in. . ."
Hermione giggled.
"Ouch!" said Ron from the bathroom.
Ginny laughed.
"Shut it Gin," said Ron.
Fred and George were laughing as they used the other bathroom. "Aww little Ronniekins having problems?"
"Shut it," said Ron, feeling like he wanted to come out and give them what for.
George waited outside. "No seriously Ron, if you want help you can always ask us," he raised his eyebrows. "As if we haven't passed you stage yet."
Ron stuck his head out, which had a grave down his cheek. "Pig did it."
The small owl flew out hooting, and went to sit near Hedwig, in which the snowy owl gave way.
"Little git," said Ron, frowning.
"Hold on Ron," said Hermione. "I used to play doctors when I was little."
"Oh Herm," said Ron rolling his eyes. "You don't have to act as my mum."
"You helped me out yesterday, I help you out today. Here, take this cream." Ron held a bottle, in which Hermione brushed his cheek. A stinging sensation was felt, then a warm breeze was felt. "Fixed."
Ron frowned as his cheek was fully healed. "You call that play doctors?"
"Yeah I guess," said Hermione. "Keep it. Just in case Pig might attack you again, and knowing me, I never need it."
"Thanks, now I'll take a shower if you don't mind," Ron grabbed a towel and clothes from his cupboard. He shut himself in the bathroom, and felt lucky it had a lock.
Harry felt like laughing, in which he let out a small chuckle.
Sirius leaned on the door, his hair a mess. He looked like he was drunk, but he was tired. He shook his head awake and gave a small 'good morning' to the teenagers.
"Sirius, did you actually look in the mirror this morning?" said Harry.
"No, cause I only just woke up," Sirius yawned. "I heard an ouch from Ron, so I think I know what you all mean.
Fred came out the bathroom, in which grinning as his twin walked in, the same fashion.
"Why Pig attacked Ron I do not know. Especially with a razor." Fred walked off shaking his head.
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "I picked the wrong owl I guess, I should have had that tawny one."
Pig hooted, and flew over to peck Sirius nose, in which Sirius transformed into a dog and barked. The owl stuttered away.
Sirius transformed back. "No one messes with a grim," said Sirius, admiring his grim looking dog form.
Remus walked in. "I've been up for an hour. Walked around outside, and it seems your cat has had a good start, and I found this forsaken rat." He held up a jar. "Harry, would you like to admire the rat who was the cause of your parents' death?"
"Get that filthy rat out the house," growled Sirius. "I don't want to see that face of the traitor, the one who killed James." Sirius grimaced. "I don't think Harry wants to see him either."
"I want to hear what he has to say for himself," said Harry, almost growling like his godfather. Sirius rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom that Ron had left 5 minutes before.
"What's he doing here?" exclaimed Ron, rubbing his wet hair.
Remus opened the jar. "Come on traitor, say something to your best friend's son. Oh, I meant your so-called best friend. You didn't deserve to be his friend."
The rat jumped out, and obligingly transformed.
"Oh shut it Moony," said the man.
"Don't call me Moony," hissed Remus, with dangerous eyes. "You know how angry I can get, don't you Peter?"
Peter shuddered. "Yes Remus,"
Harry stood up and faced Peter. "Why?" he said with his curious 15-year- old eyes.
This shook Peter. "I wanted to live. I wanted to live to see your parents again."
"Then why didn't you spy like Snape did?" asked Harry.
"I didn't think of that," said Peter.
"And why did you help on his comeback?"
"He threatened to kill me."
"Transform into your mouse form. Get out of my sight."
Peter knew that he shouldn't have done it. He transformed, then Remus grabbed him.
"Nop, you're not going anywhere," said Remus.
Harry's eyes stood still. "I don't ever want to hear from Peter again,"
Remus nodded. "I'm just as angry as you are,"
"He was the reason why I suffered the Dursleys'. He was the reason why you suffered thinking Sirius was guilty. He was the reason why Sirius was locked away, and he begged for his freedom."
Ron, Hermione and Ginny stood silently behind him.
Harry turned around to them. "I hope none of you ever do that, and I won't ever do that. I'd rather die."
Ron had never seen him this serious. Hermione stood understanding, but her dream turned to this fact.
She was scared she'd turn into Peter.
Ginny stood silent.
Her hero had never had such bravery.
The three looked at Harry straight in the eye. They nodded, showing their eyes of understanding.
Harry smiled.
Remus smiled and was proud that James' son had turned out to be a good person. "Oh, George's done," he muttered. He put the glass jar into his room he shared with Sirius and Charlie and Bill. He walked in the bedroom, waking Bill up.
Sirius came out. "How much water does your family have?" he asked.
"A lot," said Ron. "Mum and dad have their own one. And Harry, are you going or what? Bill and Charlie already had theirs already."
~~~~~
The group left the house as the parents and Remus and Sirius were left behind.
The portkey brought the large group into some grounds.
"Ok, come out!" said a voice.
7 broomsticks flew into the air: all with people with green robes on. A quaffle was thrown as leprechauns danced below.
The broomsticks flew higher as bludgers tried to attack the beaters.
After a small show of fireworks, the 7 people came down.
"Hi, I'm Adrian Lynch and welcome to the Irish Quidditch field."
Ron almost fainted next to Harry.
Another 7 people burst out, this time there were some small and very tamed dragons below and a flash of red and white flew into the air, having their show.
They came down.
The keeper stood out. "Hey guys, it's me, Oliver Wood."
"Wood?" said George. "What are you doing here?"
"They needed a keeper so I came in," he explained. "And we thought that we might want to use your talents some day, so why don't you come and train on the field with us?"
"Don't worry girls, don't feel left out," said a girl from the English team. "I'm a chaser, Alice Sherringham. I'll help you out if you want."
Hermione and Ginny smiled. "Sure," said Ginny.
Percy felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around, and blushed slightly.
It was Penelope.
"Penny?" said Percy, hoarsely.
The rest went off, Charlie giving a sign that they might want to be alone.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work."
Penelope shook her head. "No. They're giving me some time off, which is until Hogwarts goes back to school. They're making sure they don't bother me. Why don't we sit down?"
"Sure Penny," said Percy, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Right Harry, give it a go with this snitch,"
Harry looked up to Lynch. "Charlie, how you somehow hid our broomsticks along the way I do not know, but this is so way cool." Harry clambered onto his Firebolt and watched the snitch glitter off somewhere.
"Let's go," said Harry, and he pushed off.
His eyes sharpened as a bludger passed him, in which Fred hit away. The golden glint was a few feet away.
He raced towards it: it flew off as he suspected and he chased it throughout the field, passing Ginny fast, making her almost fall over. Hermione laughed at this.
Harry kept close and finally caught it, while it struggled in his hands.
"Good Harry!" said Lynch. "Now try again, I'll be up there with you."
Hermione went past trying to get the quaffle in the goal, but sighed as she narrowly missed.
Harry tailed the gold trail. Lynch was a few metres away from him, speeding up . . .
He was now on Harry's side, in which Harry looked across to him, they seemed to push and weave their way throughout the field, Ginny watching in awe as a blur went past her. Ron, almost getting knocked out by a bludger, felt dizzy as they went around in circles.
Lynch was the closest to the snitch. Harry felt himself come forward, grabbing it . . .
They were a few metres off the ground, in which Harry stood on his broomstick and grabbed the snitch, rolling onto the ground. He did the same fete in his first year, but this time he didn't almost swallow it. Lynch came down, amazed that he was beaten by someone about five or ten years younger than him.
"Amazing Harry, you'll make it onto any team," said Lynch, brushing back his messed hair. "Oh, there's Viktor now,"
Krum came onto the pitch, noticing Hermione and went red.
"Hello Krum, how are you?" said Lynch.
"Very vell thanks," said Krum, trying to ignore Ron's gape. "Ahh 'arry, good to see you."
"And to you too Krum. Heard from Fleur?"
Krum shook his head. "No. I just saw vat you did just then, and I'm fvery impressssssed."
Hermione shook her expression off. "Hello Victor," she said, a straight expression.
"Hello Herm - Herm-own Ninny - sorry," said Krum, going red again. "Ahhh Ron Veasley, nice to see you too."
"Yeah," said Ron, as straight and quick as Hermione.
"WATCH IT FRED!" shouted Bill, spinning on his broomstick.
"It wasn't me, it was George," said Fred innocently.
"Oh what ever, just don't do that," said Bill.
Charlie chuckled.
Percy was sitting with Penelope, embraced in chatter and laughter.
"Doing better than I did," said Percy. "No, wait, I wasn't the one that got attacked."
The twins laughed. "Oh very funny," said Bill. Harry saw Ginny smiling as she came over. "I've got a basket of food if you want any," she said.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Ok, I'm having some. Coming?"
"Yeah, I am," said Harry.
"You go on, I'll talk to Viktor," said Hermione softly.
Ron frowned, and walked with the others.
"Viktor," said Hermione. "Let me guess, you found a new girl?"
"No, I haffen't," said Krum. "I told you after the rescue in the lake, I never felt this vay about anyone."
"You don't have any feelings for me, do you?"
"I vish I could it rid of them. I vish."
"I'm sorry Viktor, but I have feelings for someone else," said Hermione. "Mind you, it wasn't the reason I broke up with you. It took me a while to get over you."
Krum smiled. "I understant,"
Hermione smiled. "I'm glad you do,"
"Who is it? 'arry?"
Hermione laughed. "No, it's not Harry,"
"Ron?" Viktor said quietly.
Hermione blushed and giggled. "Yes, don't tell anyone."
Viktor let out a small chuckle. "Vell, shall we go and get some food?"
"Yeah," said Hermione.
Ron was still frowning. Hermione came over with Krum.
She still had feelings for him, Ron assumed.
But she didn't. Unfortunately Ron didn't know this.
~~~~~
"Two days until school," said Ginny, a week after they came home from the glorious Quidditch trip. "Everything packed. Excellent."
"Ron, you're rather quiet," said Harry, wiping his wand with a cloth in which it let out a few sparks.
Ron was staring at the floor in another world. "Huh?"
"You've been quiet for a week," said Fred. "That keeper tell you something bad?"
"No, it's nothing, just not in the mood for speaking,"
"How could it be that? It can't last for a week. You're normally the talkative one." George looked at Ron's still eyes. "Or was it Krum?"
Ron jolted awake at the name. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.
Harry rolled his eyes, glad that Hermione was completely out of earshot. "Krum is getting over her, you know that. Hermione has already got over him."
Bill frowned. "Hold on, am I missing something here?"
"Err no," lied Harry. "Apart from Hermione broke up with Krum, that's all."
Charlie frowned. "We mean involving Ron,"
Ron grimaced. "Look, there's nothing,"
Bill frowned. "Cool Ron. We're only being concerned as older brothers." His frown was almost identical to Charlie's. His frown relaxed as he walked out the kitchen.
Ron sighed. "If you want to know, you can guess easily. Involves me yes and what we were talking about."
"What? Hermione having feelings for Krum?" asked Ginny. "Oh, you mean that. She has got over him Ron, Harry said so."
"How would you know?" asked Ron, is anger slightly rising.
"I do, cause I do talk to her you know that," Ginny smiled. "And that dream. You're guilty to not tell your feelings to her."
Charlie. "Oh, we weren't missing something?"
Fred chuckled. "Not a word from all of us, right George?"
"No. Not a word, promise you that."
"I don't care. She'll find out someday anyways." Ron buried his face in his arms. "Just don't talk about it. Makes me feel worse."
"Well if she will find out anyways, why doesn't she get it from you?" Harry sighed. "It's the best idea getting the truth from you."
"But she doesn't like me! She hasn't fancied me ever since I've known her!" Ron raised his head. "We're completely the opposite. Boy and girl. Just like Avril's song, Skater boy. He was a punk, she did ballet."
"Yeah, but remember that the facts of them being completely different people made them fall in love?" said Harry. "Then they regretted not telling each other everything. Totally different people can do that."
"In my case it doesn't," said Ron, fiercely. "It never will."
"How do you know?" asked Bill, eavesdropping.
Percy seemed to catch on too. "Hey, I was Mr Geek and Penelope was the most popular girl. Just like Spiderman."
The twins laughed at the confession 'Mr Geek'.
"Shut it you two," muttered Percy. "But anyways Ron, see what I mean? And I guess Ginny has told you what happened in our sixth year."
Ron said nothing.
"Sirius! Harry's dad really did that?"
Hermione came in laughing, as Sirius nodded.
"Your dad did a lot of things," Sirius added to Harry. "Right player he was. Complete opposite to your mother, then they both turned into players."
Ron's eyes showed he felt worse. Everyone noticed this, except for Sirius and Hermione.
"What?" said Harry, taking his eyes off Ron's suppressed look. "No, really?"
"Yeah, your mother was extremely smart, probably exactly like young Hermione here. Muggle born, smart, teacher's pet in her first year until fifth year when she really knew your father, and went popular when she dated your father. Your father was her best friend from the first year. Prankster, lover of Quidditch, and opposite to her. He was intelligent in his own way, not bothered about grades but getting them anyways. They used to have fights a lot." Sirius narrowed his eyes when he tried to remember the past. "And that's what brought them together to be stronger." Sirius bowed his head. "Great people they were."
Remus stepping in broke the silence. "Lily and James confession time is it?" Sirius nodded. "Well, I remember when James turned her hair pink. Nasty combination. Her red face was seen that morning at breakfast. James corrected it laughing, but she had her little pay back." Remus smiled. "Yeah, putting bricks at the bottom of his bag was good. He was wondering why it was so heavy."
"I'm going upstairs," said Ron, and no one wanted to stop him.
Hermione raised one eyebrow, not knowing what was going on.
~~~~~
No owls were harmed in the making of this story. Hehe.