Harry Potter Trilogy
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter Title: Destiny that Binds The Chosen Four Chapter Two: (Disastrous) Arrival at the Burrow
Harry felt himself being gently sucked into the whirling, magical green vortex. After what seemed like a few decades (actually, more like a few minutes), he was suddenly thrown forward by a strong force, landing on the floor with a loud thump. "I think I won't be traveling by Floo powder for quite a while," Harry groaned, his butt aching like hell as I was the first part of his body that "touched down". But there was no time to wallow in his sorrow. His book-filled cauldron suddenly appeared from the fireplace and went whizzing past his head, followed by Hedwig's cage, which ricocheted across the floor and hit against his arm. Hedwig, in the confusion, furiously flapped her wings right into Harry's face, sending him into a sneezing frenzy. "Oww.Ahh-choo!"
"Harry, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" cried an anxious voice. He turned to the source of voice. It was Mrs. Weasley. She scurried over to his side, throwing down her knitting job, and helped him up. "Ron! Hermione! Fred! George! Ginny!" she yelled. Mrs. Weasley pulled out her wand and pointed at a chair. "Accio chair!" she summoned. A wooden chair immediately slided to her side and she made Harry sit down.
A loud rumbling sound coming from the stairs signaled that the gang was rushing down. The first one to arrive down was Ron, his flaming-red hair askew. "Harry, you made it! Awesome!" And with that, he slapped his best friend on the back, with earned him another groan from Harry. "Oops, sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly. "Harry!" cried Hermione, tugging Ginny along with her. Both girls examined him from head to toe. "Boy, that must be some ride," was the only thing Ginny could come up with before both of them burst out laughing. Harry blushed deeply. "Did the living room just blow up?" Fred asked mockingly. "No, just Harry!"
"Alright now, chop chop! Back to bed the lot of you! Harry just endured a rough trip, and don't disturb him! And since you two like to make fun of poor Harry, both of you can take his baggage up!" barked Mrs. Weasley. This time, Harry had to stifle his amusement.
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After a long good night's sleep, Harry trudged down the stairs to join the rest for breakfast. "Morning, Mrs. Weasley, you guys," he greeted. "Morning, Harry." "Hogwarts just sent an owl for all of you," scooping an enormous pancake onto Harry's plate, " so we'll all go to Diagon Alley in a few hours time. Meanwhile, why don't you youngsters go enjoy yourselves? Knock yourself out" Molly Weasley said, with a twinkle in her eyes. Cheers erupted throughout the table as they tried to wolf down their breakfast as quickly as they could.
Almost immediately after breakfast, Fred and George engaged them in a game they called 'Whack the Blooder'. The twins came up with the idea of bewitching a small metal ball, which zooms towards the nearest person, and in order to avoid it, one had to duck, use a metal rod to whack it away or call out someone's name. Sort of like hitting the bludger in Quidditch, Harry thought. Everyone seemed to be having great fun, including Ginny, whom the ball seemed to have taken a liking too. Once in a while, Harry peeked over at Ginny, who always turned red when she caught his glance. Nevertheless, time pasted to quickly for their liking and they began to get ready for Diagon Alley.
Sensing that Harry wasn't too keen on traveling by Floo powder, they decided to use the Portkey method. "All right, together now.one, two, three!" everyone placed their finger onto an old, weathered umbrella. The wind around them began to twirl faster and faster, until it surrounded Mrs. Weasley and the six teenagers.
Then they were gone.
JuNa's NoTe: Hi, Juna here, just wanted to thank Lady Game for being my first reviewer. This chapter is for you! By the way, this is my first time writing in Fanfiction.net, all comments are welcome. Sorry for the slow progress of the story, I'll be speeding up things soon. Take care and happy reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter Title: Destiny that Binds The Chosen Four Chapter Two: (Disastrous) Arrival at the Burrow
Harry felt himself being gently sucked into the whirling, magical green vortex. After what seemed like a few decades (actually, more like a few minutes), he was suddenly thrown forward by a strong force, landing on the floor with a loud thump. "I think I won't be traveling by Floo powder for quite a while," Harry groaned, his butt aching like hell as I was the first part of his body that "touched down". But there was no time to wallow in his sorrow. His book-filled cauldron suddenly appeared from the fireplace and went whizzing past his head, followed by Hedwig's cage, which ricocheted across the floor and hit against his arm. Hedwig, in the confusion, furiously flapped her wings right into Harry's face, sending him into a sneezing frenzy. "Oww.Ahh-choo!"
"Harry, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" cried an anxious voice. He turned to the source of voice. It was Mrs. Weasley. She scurried over to his side, throwing down her knitting job, and helped him up. "Ron! Hermione! Fred! George! Ginny!" she yelled. Mrs. Weasley pulled out her wand and pointed at a chair. "Accio chair!" she summoned. A wooden chair immediately slided to her side and she made Harry sit down.
A loud rumbling sound coming from the stairs signaled that the gang was rushing down. The first one to arrive down was Ron, his flaming-red hair askew. "Harry, you made it! Awesome!" And with that, he slapped his best friend on the back, with earned him another groan from Harry. "Oops, sorry about that," he grinned sheepishly. "Harry!" cried Hermione, tugging Ginny along with her. Both girls examined him from head to toe. "Boy, that must be some ride," was the only thing Ginny could come up with before both of them burst out laughing. Harry blushed deeply. "Did the living room just blow up?" Fred asked mockingly. "No, just Harry!"
"Alright now, chop chop! Back to bed the lot of you! Harry just endured a rough trip, and don't disturb him! And since you two like to make fun of poor Harry, both of you can take his baggage up!" barked Mrs. Weasley. This time, Harry had to stifle his amusement.
*******
After a long good night's sleep, Harry trudged down the stairs to join the rest for breakfast. "Morning, Mrs. Weasley, you guys," he greeted. "Morning, Harry." "Hogwarts just sent an owl for all of you," scooping an enormous pancake onto Harry's plate, " so we'll all go to Diagon Alley in a few hours time. Meanwhile, why don't you youngsters go enjoy yourselves? Knock yourself out" Molly Weasley said, with a twinkle in her eyes. Cheers erupted throughout the table as they tried to wolf down their breakfast as quickly as they could.
Almost immediately after breakfast, Fred and George engaged them in a game they called 'Whack the Blooder'. The twins came up with the idea of bewitching a small metal ball, which zooms towards the nearest person, and in order to avoid it, one had to duck, use a metal rod to whack it away or call out someone's name. Sort of like hitting the bludger in Quidditch, Harry thought. Everyone seemed to be having great fun, including Ginny, whom the ball seemed to have taken a liking too. Once in a while, Harry peeked over at Ginny, who always turned red when she caught his glance. Nevertheless, time pasted to quickly for their liking and they began to get ready for Diagon Alley.
Sensing that Harry wasn't too keen on traveling by Floo powder, they decided to use the Portkey method. "All right, together now.one, two, three!" everyone placed their finger onto an old, weathered umbrella. The wind around them began to twirl faster and faster, until it surrounded Mrs. Weasley and the six teenagers.
Then they were gone.
JuNa's NoTe: Hi, Juna here, just wanted to thank Lady Game for being my first reviewer. This chapter is for you! By the way, this is my first time writing in Fanfiction.net, all comments are welcome. Sorry for the slow progress of the story, I'll be speeding up things soon. Take care and happy reading!