A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I didn't mean it to, honestly. However, my characters have been very evil, bugging me with all sorts of details, and I don't have much time. But anyway, here it is.
Disclaimer: Read the sign above. Note: fanfiction. FANfiction. Not authorfiction. FANfiction. I did not create any of these characters. (Except for Ad and Frodo's wife. They're mine. Ha.)
"All ready to go?" Sirius asked. He looked around at the bags, boxes, and other bits and bobs that Lily and James had gathered in preparation to leave and train Harry. He groaned.
"We're never going to drag all this stuff through the space-time continuum," he said, looking at it all.
"If we're going to train Harry for several years, we're going to need it," said Lily shortly. She took another look at it all. "You're right. Maybe if we charm it…"
"Charms won't go through very easily either." Said Remus, looking harassed. "But she's right Sirius, we're going to need ever bit of it…except maybe that trunk full of Lily's shoes."
"I need my shoes, thanks," said Lily acidly. "So what if they take up a whole trunk."
"Your clothes take up four."
"And James' take up one."
"I didn't ask either of you," said Lily, glaring at Remus and Sirius in turn. "And I do need my clothes."
"Fine, fine," said Sirius, who knew better than to argue when Lily was like this.
"Now," said Lily, who looked, suddenly, much more pleasant, "I'll put a simple shrinking charm over everything,
and someone can put it all in their pocket."
"Do you know how heavy that's going to be?" demanded Sirius.
"Yes," said Lily sweetly, "And since you have the biggest pockets, they're all yours. A lightening charm wouldn't get across the space-time continuum, you know."
"Oh, fine." It was now Sirius who was looking extremely grumpy. He knew better than to glare at Lily, however, and began to glare at the walls instead. He then picked up the extremely small trunks with a groan and almost dropped them.
"Your shoes weigh a tonne." He said.
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"Harry, before we do anything else, Ron and I need to tell you something," said Hermione.
"What?" Harry, who was busy trying to flatten his hair, stopped and looked at both of them.
The light from the Gryffindor fire made Hermione's hair look orange, and Ron's look so red, it was rather hard to look at. Both faces looked pensive.
"It's about Ron and I…" said Hermione
"You said that," said Harry patiently.
"HeaskedmeoutandIsaidyes," it came out it a rush.
"He what?!" Harry turned around.
"I know this seems sudden," started Hermione.
"Ron, you great fat twit, I was wondering when you'd get up the nerve. Why didn't you tell me?" Harry's face split into a grin.
"You…you're not…angry, or anything?" Asked Ron.
"No, why should I be? How is this sudden? Have you eyes, Hermione? You should have seen Ron last year, mooning around like lost calf, then getting really angry about the whole Victor thing…"
"I was not mooning around like a lost calf," said Ron, his ears going red.
"I believe staring at Hermione and Victor throughout the entire Yule Ball qualifies as 'lost calf,'" said Harry, grinning even wider. "You're both twits, did you know that? When did you ask…"
He was cut off by Dumbledore entering the Gryffindor common room. Harry had never seen Dumbledore in this room at all, but he seemed to fit, even as the sight of someone like Snape would not fit at all. It simply added to the conclusion that Dumbledore had to have been a Gryffindor.
"Harry, you're parents will be here in precisely five minutes. I suggest you and Miss Granger come to my office at once." They both nodded, and Dumbledore left.
"See you in a bit," said Hermione, pecking Ron on the cheek.
"Oh, now isn't that cute," said Harry, looking nervous and grinning at the same time.
"Bugger off, you!" yelled Ron, and shoved them both through the portrait hole.
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A/N: Note to everyone. I'm a H/Hr fan in ever sense of the word. However, there is a reason why I did that…you shall see later.