OK- it's finally here. The second part of the chapter! I hope you're
grateful Fang- I've been sitting here all morning trying to finish this,
and I'm still not happy with it! Do you know how hard it is to write with
Writer's block? Well, anyway, the next chapter won't be long- I might even
upload it later today. See ya'll, enjoy and review!!!
The Nightmares After Christmas part 2
They had been at the Burrow about an hour when Hermione suddenly gasped loudly and jumped to her feet. "My parents!" She cried in horror. "They don't know where we are!" Mrs Weasley went into a frenzy upon hearing this shocking information, and, after telling off Ron for not remembering, (and then Hermione, Harry and Daphne as well, in case it was also their fault,) she sat down and tried desperately to think of a way to contact them. In the end, there was nothing for it but for her to apparate to Hermione's house and tell her parents the situation. Mrs Weasley was only gone ten minutes, which was a good thing, as Fred and George didn't quite find time to try out there new invention, Lizard Lollies. "Well," Said Mrs Weasley when she reappeared in the Living Room. "The good news is they hadn't realised you were gone- they'd been out in the garden all this time, so there's no need for you to get in trouble." She cast Ron a dirty look, who rolled his eyes. "Anyway," she continued, "we've decided that the four of you can sleep here tonight, seeing as we don't know when the others will be back and I assume you want to be here when they do?" Harry nodded. "Thanks Mrs Weasley." He said. Mrs Weasley smiled fondly at Harry and then turned back to Daphne. "Would you like to help me sort out the beds dear? I could give you the grand tour at the same time." She said kindly. Daphne nodded eagerly- she really wanted to see the rest of the house. As she followed Mrs Weasley out of the living room, Daphne's eyes fell on a magazine lying on a small side table, 'Witch Weekly Christmas Special', under which poked out a thin wire with an earpiece on the end. She lifted up the magazine to find her Discman sitting on the table, looking the same as ever. "My Discman!" She said happily, lifting it up. Mrs Weasley turned back. "Oh, it's yours, is it?" She said, a slight smile on her face. "Arthur's been playing with that thing night and day- he finished it last week but hasn't been able to give it back because he likes it too much. He even went out and bought one of those DC things." She said. Daphne giggled. "CD" She said, opening up the Discman to see which CD was in it. Her eyes widened. "Forever Ella?" She asked in disbelief. "So is he now an Ella Fitzgerald fan?" Mrs Weasley smiled. "Well, I must say I've grown quite partial myself." She said sheepishly as Daphne put the Discman back down and followed Mrs Weasley up some steep, twisting stairs. Mrs Weasley gave Daphne the full tour, well, as full as she could, for instance she didn't show her and Mr Weasley's bedroom because it was "too much of a mess", or Fred and George's room because she said it "would be suicide to venture in". Daphne was humming 'I've got you under my skin' by Ella Fitzgerald the entire time. She helped Mrs Weasley set up a camp bed in Ginny's bedroom, where she and Hermione would be sleeping. Daphne thought this was a bit weird, seeing as Ginny wasn't there, but Mrs Weasley said that she wouldn't mind. Daphne believed her- she had never actually spoken to Ginny, but she seemed nice and was really good friends with Hermione. Daphne found it harder to set up a bed in Ron's room for Harry- she was almost blinded by the orange of the posters on the wall, and was very glad to leave the room. She didn't know how Ron actually lived in a bedroom that looked like the centre of the Earth. Oh well. Daphne and Mrs Weasley were just heading back downstairs when they heard several popping sounds and voices downstairs. Colour suddenly came back to Mrs Weasley's ashen face and she started to hurry down the stairs, Daphne following. "They're back! Thank Merlin!" She cried. When they got into the living room, they found Bill and Charlie seated on a sofa, looking pale and surrounded by Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George. Mrs Weasley ran over to her sons and hugged them. "We're OK Mum, honestly." Bill said, making her sit down next to him. She nodded, her eyes shining. Then she suddenly looked alarmed. "Where's your father? And Percy? Oh-" "They're fine!" Charlie hurried to reassure her. "They've both gone straight to the Ministry- it's going to be havoc there." "Why?" Harry asked urgently. "What happened?" Charlie looked up at him. "Well, you were right, for a start." He said heavily. "And it's a good thing you told us- Fudge would definitely have died. And his little Granddaughter was there too- she's only three." Everyone exchanged dark looks with each other before Charlie continued: "We got there just in time. When we arrived, there were three Deatheaters coming up to the back door. We sneaked up behind them, but they managed to get the door open before we could stop them. Fudge's son, Otis, was in the kitchen, and, well, they put the Cruciatus on him and we all forgot about surprising them- we all just ran forward. It was over pretty quickly really. None of our spells seemed to be working, but they weren't stupid enough to hang around and get caught by the Crime Squad, so they all disapparated. Otis was alright- he was the only real casualty. I've never seen Fudge, -or anyone really- so shocked as he was. He couldn't even speak. But, the worst thing was that there was a bunch of reporters there trying to get exclusives on the Flying Carpet fiasco in Norfolk off of Rupert Stangrin next door, so of course they all saw and I expect it's already all over the Daily Prophet." Everyone was silent for a while. After last year, most had heard the 'rumour' Voldemort had returned, but as the Ministry denied it and there was no proof, it was generally dismissed as just that. After this, not only would people be forced to believe it, but also the Ministry would be under heavy fire for not doing something sooner. At that moment, an owl flew through the open window and dropped a paper at Bill's feet. Sure enough, the front page had the headline: 'FUDGE NARROWLY ESCAPES ATTEMPT ON LIFE', complete with a picture of Otis under the Cruciatus curse. Everyone winced- even looking at the picture seemed painful. Bill read out the article out loud- it was very long and mainly full of criticisms of Fudge, the ministry, and then an entire double page spread listing a few of the worst things Voldemort had done when he had just come to power the first time. Nobody wanted to talk much after that. Bill and Charlie said they were going to the Ministry and disapparated. Mrs Weasley busied herself in the kitchen with the washing up, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat next to each other on a sofa, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of the, unable to think of anything to say to each other, and Daphne sat in an armchair staring into the fire. Finally, after about ten minutes of silence, Daphne couldn't take it anymore and went upstairs to Ginny's room, where she flopped down on the camp bed and stared into the darkness. Why was all this happening now? Why couldn't she be older, actually being able to do something to help? How was it one person could cause so much pain and suffering? With all these questions chasing each other around in her head, Daphne fell into an uneasy sleep.
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"Daphne!" Daphne woke up to find Hermione shaking her. She grinned. "Hi there. Come on- we're about to have breakfast." She said. Daphne nodded and sat up sleepily. Her watch told her it was half-eight, but her sleepy head told her it was only about four. Daphne shook her head slightly and followed Hermione out of the room. She was still wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing the night before, as was Daphne. Harry, Ron, Fred and George were already seated at the breakfast table when they reached the kitchen, tucking into bacon, eggs and sausages. Hermione and Daphne sat down and started to eat as well, while Mrs Weasley fussed around them all, trying to get Harry to eat even more and refilling everyone's mugs of tea and coffee. Mr Weasley and Percy were already at the Ministry, Daphne was told, and Hermione also told her that they hadn't got back home last night until midnight. Mrs Weasley was supposed to be meeting a friend of hers' in Diagon alley for shopping at nine, so as soon as they were finished with breakfast she whisked away their plates and ushered Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne over to the fire. Ron explained to Daphne that as the Burrow was connected to the Floo network, you were able to get to the house from a place that wasn't connected, but not vice versa. So Mr Weasley had had to have Hermione's house connected just for the morning. Daphne really didn't want to travel by Floo powder again, but as she now knew what to do, at least she wasn't scared. Hermione went first, followed by Daphne, then Harry, and Ron came last, laden down with a huge box of mince pies his mother had forced upon him to give to the Grangers. The first thing Daphne noticed when she stepped out of the fire was Luke, sitting on the sofa, looking at her in horror. He had obviously been watching TV before Hermione had appeared in the fireplace. Daphne giggled- fancy being surprised by four people arriving home in the fire!
WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THE BANE ON MY EXISTENCE (THIS CHAPTER) IS FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Nightmares After Christmas part 2
They had been at the Burrow about an hour when Hermione suddenly gasped loudly and jumped to her feet. "My parents!" She cried in horror. "They don't know where we are!" Mrs Weasley went into a frenzy upon hearing this shocking information, and, after telling off Ron for not remembering, (and then Hermione, Harry and Daphne as well, in case it was also their fault,) she sat down and tried desperately to think of a way to contact them. In the end, there was nothing for it but for her to apparate to Hermione's house and tell her parents the situation. Mrs Weasley was only gone ten minutes, which was a good thing, as Fred and George didn't quite find time to try out there new invention, Lizard Lollies. "Well," Said Mrs Weasley when she reappeared in the Living Room. "The good news is they hadn't realised you were gone- they'd been out in the garden all this time, so there's no need for you to get in trouble." She cast Ron a dirty look, who rolled his eyes. "Anyway," she continued, "we've decided that the four of you can sleep here tonight, seeing as we don't know when the others will be back and I assume you want to be here when they do?" Harry nodded. "Thanks Mrs Weasley." He said. Mrs Weasley smiled fondly at Harry and then turned back to Daphne. "Would you like to help me sort out the beds dear? I could give you the grand tour at the same time." She said kindly. Daphne nodded eagerly- she really wanted to see the rest of the house. As she followed Mrs Weasley out of the living room, Daphne's eyes fell on a magazine lying on a small side table, 'Witch Weekly Christmas Special', under which poked out a thin wire with an earpiece on the end. She lifted up the magazine to find her Discman sitting on the table, looking the same as ever. "My Discman!" She said happily, lifting it up. Mrs Weasley turned back. "Oh, it's yours, is it?" She said, a slight smile on her face. "Arthur's been playing with that thing night and day- he finished it last week but hasn't been able to give it back because he likes it too much. He even went out and bought one of those DC things." She said. Daphne giggled. "CD" She said, opening up the Discman to see which CD was in it. Her eyes widened. "Forever Ella?" She asked in disbelief. "So is he now an Ella Fitzgerald fan?" Mrs Weasley smiled. "Well, I must say I've grown quite partial myself." She said sheepishly as Daphne put the Discman back down and followed Mrs Weasley up some steep, twisting stairs. Mrs Weasley gave Daphne the full tour, well, as full as she could, for instance she didn't show her and Mr Weasley's bedroom because it was "too much of a mess", or Fred and George's room because she said it "would be suicide to venture in". Daphne was humming 'I've got you under my skin' by Ella Fitzgerald the entire time. She helped Mrs Weasley set up a camp bed in Ginny's bedroom, where she and Hermione would be sleeping. Daphne thought this was a bit weird, seeing as Ginny wasn't there, but Mrs Weasley said that she wouldn't mind. Daphne believed her- she had never actually spoken to Ginny, but she seemed nice and was really good friends with Hermione. Daphne found it harder to set up a bed in Ron's room for Harry- she was almost blinded by the orange of the posters on the wall, and was very glad to leave the room. She didn't know how Ron actually lived in a bedroom that looked like the centre of the Earth. Oh well. Daphne and Mrs Weasley were just heading back downstairs when they heard several popping sounds and voices downstairs. Colour suddenly came back to Mrs Weasley's ashen face and she started to hurry down the stairs, Daphne following. "They're back! Thank Merlin!" She cried. When they got into the living room, they found Bill and Charlie seated on a sofa, looking pale and surrounded by Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George. Mrs Weasley ran over to her sons and hugged them. "We're OK Mum, honestly." Bill said, making her sit down next to him. She nodded, her eyes shining. Then she suddenly looked alarmed. "Where's your father? And Percy? Oh-" "They're fine!" Charlie hurried to reassure her. "They've both gone straight to the Ministry- it's going to be havoc there." "Why?" Harry asked urgently. "What happened?" Charlie looked up at him. "Well, you were right, for a start." He said heavily. "And it's a good thing you told us- Fudge would definitely have died. And his little Granddaughter was there too- she's only three." Everyone exchanged dark looks with each other before Charlie continued: "We got there just in time. When we arrived, there were three Deatheaters coming up to the back door. We sneaked up behind them, but they managed to get the door open before we could stop them. Fudge's son, Otis, was in the kitchen, and, well, they put the Cruciatus on him and we all forgot about surprising them- we all just ran forward. It was over pretty quickly really. None of our spells seemed to be working, but they weren't stupid enough to hang around and get caught by the Crime Squad, so they all disapparated. Otis was alright- he was the only real casualty. I've never seen Fudge, -or anyone really- so shocked as he was. He couldn't even speak. But, the worst thing was that there was a bunch of reporters there trying to get exclusives on the Flying Carpet fiasco in Norfolk off of Rupert Stangrin next door, so of course they all saw and I expect it's already all over the Daily Prophet." Everyone was silent for a while. After last year, most had heard the 'rumour' Voldemort had returned, but as the Ministry denied it and there was no proof, it was generally dismissed as just that. After this, not only would people be forced to believe it, but also the Ministry would be under heavy fire for not doing something sooner. At that moment, an owl flew through the open window and dropped a paper at Bill's feet. Sure enough, the front page had the headline: 'FUDGE NARROWLY ESCAPES ATTEMPT ON LIFE', complete with a picture of Otis under the Cruciatus curse. Everyone winced- even looking at the picture seemed painful. Bill read out the article out loud- it was very long and mainly full of criticisms of Fudge, the ministry, and then an entire double page spread listing a few of the worst things Voldemort had done when he had just come to power the first time. Nobody wanted to talk much after that. Bill and Charlie said they were going to the Ministry and disapparated. Mrs Weasley busied herself in the kitchen with the washing up, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat next to each other on a sofa, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of the, unable to think of anything to say to each other, and Daphne sat in an armchair staring into the fire. Finally, after about ten minutes of silence, Daphne couldn't take it anymore and went upstairs to Ginny's room, where she flopped down on the camp bed and stared into the darkness. Why was all this happening now? Why couldn't she be older, actually being able to do something to help? How was it one person could cause so much pain and suffering? With all these questions chasing each other around in her head, Daphne fell into an uneasy sleep.
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"Daphne!" Daphne woke up to find Hermione shaking her. She grinned. "Hi there. Come on- we're about to have breakfast." She said. Daphne nodded and sat up sleepily. Her watch told her it was half-eight, but her sleepy head told her it was only about four. Daphne shook her head slightly and followed Hermione out of the room. She was still wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing the night before, as was Daphne. Harry, Ron, Fred and George were already seated at the breakfast table when they reached the kitchen, tucking into bacon, eggs and sausages. Hermione and Daphne sat down and started to eat as well, while Mrs Weasley fussed around them all, trying to get Harry to eat even more and refilling everyone's mugs of tea and coffee. Mr Weasley and Percy were already at the Ministry, Daphne was told, and Hermione also told her that they hadn't got back home last night until midnight. Mrs Weasley was supposed to be meeting a friend of hers' in Diagon alley for shopping at nine, so as soon as they were finished with breakfast she whisked away their plates and ushered Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne over to the fire. Ron explained to Daphne that as the Burrow was connected to the Floo network, you were able to get to the house from a place that wasn't connected, but not vice versa. So Mr Weasley had had to have Hermione's house connected just for the morning. Daphne really didn't want to travel by Floo powder again, but as she now knew what to do, at least she wasn't scared. Hermione went first, followed by Daphne, then Harry, and Ron came last, laden down with a huge box of mince pies his mother had forced upon him to give to the Grangers. The first thing Daphne noticed when she stepped out of the fire was Luke, sitting on the sofa, looking at her in horror. He had obviously been watching TV before Hermione had appeared in the fireplace. Daphne giggled- fancy being surprised by four people arriving home in the fire!
WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THE BANE ON MY EXISTENCE (THIS CHAPTER) IS FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!