Chapter 2
Plan B: Hogwarts, A History
Harry was enjoying his flight when he decided to duck below the cloud layer to see where he was. There were assortments of tiny villages scattered over the countryside, and he looked further into the distance and barely saw a tall, old house peeking through the dense forest.
Upon a closer look, he noticed it was an old beat up house, which looked hundreds of years old; the only sign of someone living there was smoke protruding from the crooked chimney. The fact that it was still standing intrigued Harry, he flew closer and thought that it was probably held up by magic, and it was.
A blinding red flash from the lawn told him everything he needed to know about this junker, it was the Weasley's house. He flew down and met Ron on the lawn.
"Harry! What are you doing here?"
Harry winced at his annoying voice, but he would be the perfect sucker for his plan. "Hey Ron! I was just dropping by!"
"How did you find this place? We try to keep it well concealed!"
"I followed Errol." Harry lied.
"Really? Where is he?"
"I'm, I'm sorry Ron. it's a tragic, but inspiring tale," Harry choked a tear, "of mail delivery in its prime."
Ron looked at Harry, eyes watering, and stuttered, "Wha- wha- what happened.?"
Harry was tiring of Ron's desolation, "He was shot down. by an owl hunter..."
"No, no, not Errol, no."
Harry was furthered annoyed and realized that some soap opera music would furnish the scene nicely, "Yes, I'm sorry, Ron." Harry comforted with a false tone. He desperately wanted to slap Ron and tell him it was just a damn bird, but that would ruin his plan. His marvelous plan! His extraordinary plan! Harry stifled an evil laugh at he thought of world domination.
"I just can't believe that. Errol is. I mean he's."
"Yeah, he's dead," Harry said impatiently, "Do you have any gruel or porridge to eat? I'm hungry."
"Do we!?" exclaimed Ron as he ran inside, clutching Harry's hand.
Harry sighed at the pitiful house as he entered.
"It's not much," said Ron.
"It's a mess."muttered Harry.
"What?"
"It's the best!" Harry lied quickly.
Ron blushed a deep crimson as he poured Harry some gruel from a large rusty basin over the fire.
"So what have you been up to, Ron?"
"Dad made a flying car the other day!"
"Really.?" Harry pondered a deep thought as he sipped his gruel.
"Yeah! It's wicked, mum doesn't know about it though. She'd be pretty angry if she knew!"
"Why?"
"Because Dad works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts in the ministry."
Harry chucked agreeing "Say Ron, Where is your Mum?"
"Oh she's off at the market, won't be back until and hour or so."
"Really? Hey Ron can I have more gruel?"
"Oh sure!" Ron got up to get Harry more gruel. Harry followed behind him quietly like a shadow and grabbed some Floo powder from a bucket he noticed by the fire. He dropped it in his pocket and slinked back to his seat.
"There ya go. Hey! Wanna take a ride in the car later!?"
"Well actually Ron, I hate to eat and run but I promised I'd meet Hermione today."
"Where?"
"Um, Diagon Alley. shopping, you know, with money."
"Oh," Ron sighed knowing that he wouldn't be able to go. "Have fun."
"Thanks Ron. Bye!"
Harry quickly grabbed his broomstick and stepped outside waving to Ron insincerely. He was about to take off when he heard a voice behind him.
"Harry!"
"Ron I-" Harry turned and saw that it was no other than Fred and George. "Oh hey guys!" Harry perked up, these guys were much more useful than Ron.
"Whatcha doin' here Harry?" asked Fred
"Have you come up with another plan to regain the true reputation of the Potter name, restore Voldemort, and establish fear in the hearts of millions while searching for world domination?" George asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, basically," Harry shrugged.
"Wicked, call us if you need help," George handed him a cell phone, Harry noticed the Harry Potter Phone Cover®.
"Don't mock me."
Fred laughed as he switched it with a 'Friends' Phone Cover® and Harry smiled.
"I thought wizards were incapable of using 'muggle artifacts,'" Harry replied approvingly.
"It's always important to be prepared! The ministry can intercept letters, but they're complete idiots when it come to phone calls," Fred nodded smugly.
"Yeah, look at dad, he collects plugs," George pointed to his house as a shutter fell off its hinge.
"And in exchange for a seat in the new world order we have lots of explosive things and--"
"--and plugs!" George interrupted.
"Of course, plugs! Brilliant!" Harry agreed and took off to Diagon Alley, or so they thought.
Plan B: Hogwarts, A History
Harry was enjoying his flight when he decided to duck below the cloud layer to see where he was. There were assortments of tiny villages scattered over the countryside, and he looked further into the distance and barely saw a tall, old house peeking through the dense forest.
Upon a closer look, he noticed it was an old beat up house, which looked hundreds of years old; the only sign of someone living there was smoke protruding from the crooked chimney. The fact that it was still standing intrigued Harry, he flew closer and thought that it was probably held up by magic, and it was.
A blinding red flash from the lawn told him everything he needed to know about this junker, it was the Weasley's house. He flew down and met Ron on the lawn.
"Harry! What are you doing here?"
Harry winced at his annoying voice, but he would be the perfect sucker for his plan. "Hey Ron! I was just dropping by!"
"How did you find this place? We try to keep it well concealed!"
"I followed Errol." Harry lied.
"Really? Where is he?"
"I'm, I'm sorry Ron. it's a tragic, but inspiring tale," Harry choked a tear, "of mail delivery in its prime."
Ron looked at Harry, eyes watering, and stuttered, "Wha- wha- what happened.?"
Harry was tiring of Ron's desolation, "He was shot down. by an owl hunter..."
"No, no, not Errol, no."
Harry was furthered annoyed and realized that some soap opera music would furnish the scene nicely, "Yes, I'm sorry, Ron." Harry comforted with a false tone. He desperately wanted to slap Ron and tell him it was just a damn bird, but that would ruin his plan. His marvelous plan! His extraordinary plan! Harry stifled an evil laugh at he thought of world domination.
"I just can't believe that. Errol is. I mean he's."
"Yeah, he's dead," Harry said impatiently, "Do you have any gruel or porridge to eat? I'm hungry."
"Do we!?" exclaimed Ron as he ran inside, clutching Harry's hand.
Harry sighed at the pitiful house as he entered.
"It's not much," said Ron.
"It's a mess."muttered Harry.
"What?"
"It's the best!" Harry lied quickly.
Ron blushed a deep crimson as he poured Harry some gruel from a large rusty basin over the fire.
"So what have you been up to, Ron?"
"Dad made a flying car the other day!"
"Really.?" Harry pondered a deep thought as he sipped his gruel.
"Yeah! It's wicked, mum doesn't know about it though. She'd be pretty angry if she knew!"
"Why?"
"Because Dad works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts in the ministry."
Harry chucked agreeing "Say Ron, Where is your Mum?"
"Oh she's off at the market, won't be back until and hour or so."
"Really? Hey Ron can I have more gruel?"
"Oh sure!" Ron got up to get Harry more gruel. Harry followed behind him quietly like a shadow and grabbed some Floo powder from a bucket he noticed by the fire. He dropped it in his pocket and slinked back to his seat.
"There ya go. Hey! Wanna take a ride in the car later!?"
"Well actually Ron, I hate to eat and run but I promised I'd meet Hermione today."
"Where?"
"Um, Diagon Alley. shopping, you know, with money."
"Oh," Ron sighed knowing that he wouldn't be able to go. "Have fun."
"Thanks Ron. Bye!"
Harry quickly grabbed his broomstick and stepped outside waving to Ron insincerely. He was about to take off when he heard a voice behind him.
"Harry!"
"Ron I-" Harry turned and saw that it was no other than Fred and George. "Oh hey guys!" Harry perked up, these guys were much more useful than Ron.
"Whatcha doin' here Harry?" asked Fred
"Have you come up with another plan to regain the true reputation of the Potter name, restore Voldemort, and establish fear in the hearts of millions while searching for world domination?" George asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, basically," Harry shrugged.
"Wicked, call us if you need help," George handed him a cell phone, Harry noticed the Harry Potter Phone Cover®.
"Don't mock me."
Fred laughed as he switched it with a 'Friends' Phone Cover® and Harry smiled.
"I thought wizards were incapable of using 'muggle artifacts,'" Harry replied approvingly.
"It's always important to be prepared! The ministry can intercept letters, but they're complete idiots when it come to phone calls," Fred nodded smugly.
"Yeah, look at dad, he collects plugs," George pointed to his house as a shutter fell off its hinge.
"And in exchange for a seat in the new world order we have lots of explosive things and--"
"--and plugs!" George interrupted.
"Of course, plugs! Brilliant!" Harry agreed and took off to Diagon Alley, or so they thought.