Authors Note: This is part 2 of my story, aren't you glad I finally got around to putting it up?!
I know there are probably a lot of spelling mistakes/grammar mistakes, and plot holes, but I don't care! Well... I do, but I don't want people telling me about all my mistakes, in their reviews, okay?!
This takes place on the day of Harry's move to Majorca, Setember 1.
Chapter 2: Travels by Floo Powder
Boarding school won't be that bad, speculated Harry, at least there would be no Dursley's. But then again, no magic, no Quidditch, and most of all no friends. How could he just leave Hogwarts? Would he ever fullfill his dream to become a full Wizard? Pushing his fringe out of his eyes, he remembered Voldemort. And who would be there to defeat the Dark Lord if he ever came back into power, now that Dumbledore was to become the new Minister of Magic? He had only met Cornelius Fudge twice, both of those times hadn't been on a good note. Harry was sad that he was dead and Dumbledore had to leave.
What worried him even more was the fact that by moving day no letter from Hogwarts had arrived, it had always come the day before. Could Lucius Malfoy have decided not to let him back in? Mr. Malfoy, was the father of Draco Malfoy, Harry's worst enemy and arch rival. Lucuius was the temperory headmaster of Hogwarts, till the Ministry of Magic could find a sutiable replacement for Dumbledore.
~5 Hours Later~
Harry and the Dursleys boarded a large jet, bound for the remote island of Majorca. The ride lasted a grueling 12 hours, most of which were spent pretending to be asleep, only to have Dudley tickle him awake every 5 minutes. Harry was glad when the plane touched down with a bump and they were allowed to get off. He stared around at his surroundings, surprised to think that Majorca looked like a fun place: Every five feet were a bunch of banana trees, or a single palm tree and outlined by the setting sun were the shapes of many, many large buildings, it was like a jungle turned to city. They loaded their baggage onto a trolley, or rather Harry loaded everyone's baggage onto the trolley, well they went looking for their car, shipped over a couple weeks before. As he wheeled the trolley over to a bench where he could sit down he was surprised to see something with large, round green eyes appear before him. "Dobby?" said Harry questionably. "Harry Potter, must leave this place at once!" said Dobby in his shrill voice, "Leave now, or stay forever." "But I can't just go!" cried Harry, "What would the Dursley's do when they found me gone, leaving the luggage to be stolen?" "You were warned!" said Dobby and with a load crack, making several people turn his way, disappeared. "Not again." Moaned Harry to himself. Dobby was a House Elf, whom Harry had freed from working for the Malfoy family. The last time Dobby had tried to warn Harry, he had almost killed him in the process and Voldemort's 16 year old self had come out of a diary.
Late that night Harry lay awake in his bed at 6 Major Crescent, near downtown Majorca, he was thinking about his past and wondering if life would ever be the same again. When a sudden thought struck him: Hedwig!
Harry couldn't believe he had forgotten about her! What was to happen to his poor snowy owl while he was gone? The Dursley's had made him leave Hedwig in the care of Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, who was a 3rd year at Hogwarts and didn't have an owl of her own. It wasn't that she wouldn't take good care of Hedwig, for she would, but Hedwig had been known to be able to find Harry wherever he was, what if she was to fly in the window right now or even show up when he was at boarding school, the Dursley's would never forgive him for that. He finally went to sleep, only to wake up to a scratching at the window, he was right: Hedwig had found him at last! "Hedwig!" he cried, as she nibbled his fingers and dropped a dormouse on his bed, her welcoming gift. "There was a package tied to her leg and flying close behind was a pompous looking tawny owl, that reminded Harry of Percy, Ron's older brother, who had graduated from Hogwarts 2 years ago, as Head Boy and school Prefect. He opened the tawny owl's parcel first, an envelope from Hogwarts, with the usual list of supplies. Hedwig's package held a letter from Ron and family, saying this:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! How come you weren't on the train to Hogwart's are the Dursley's holding you back? If so come by our house via Floo Powder and Mom or Dad'll give you a lift to the school. We're all really worried about you. The Quidditch World Cup was held in Hogsmeade this year, since they were in the lead. I watched the game on Wizard TV, it was great! I'll tell you more about it at school.
From Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Percy
There was also another birthday gift: his own pot of Floo Powder. "Oh my gosh!" Harry yelled, hopefully not waking up the Dursley's, "They didn't have to do this!" Now he knew how to get back to Hogwarts! In his excitement he hadn't noticed another smaller barn owl that had flown into the window a few minutes before, it too had a packet tied to it's leg. He relieved it off it's bundle, but still it fluttered about his room, wondering what it wanted he tore open his other gift, presumably from Hermione. Inside was a letter:
Dear Harry,
Hope you're well, how come you weren't on the train this morning? It was so funny! Almost the whole school was doing the homework they had forgotten over the summer, but then Fred and George set fire to someone's essay and they threw ink at Fred, so then this big ink fight started and the snack lady came and tried to break it up but no one would listen to her, because she couldn't use magic! In the end we all got detention. On a happier note: Belated Happy Birthday! Hope you find away to get to Hogwarts, write soon.
Love, Hermione.
Enclosed was yet another birthday gift: A small enchanted silver charm, in the shape of Hogwarts, with moving people inside! Harry went back to bed feeling very happy, but rather ashamed for not thinking of Floo Powder, himself. He decided that that morning he would go to the Weasley's home, via Floo Powder and ask them what to do about the Dursleys. He dreamed that night of winning the Quidditch Cup for the Hogsmeade Team and impressing all of his friends.
He woke at 6:00 AM in the mourning so as to make a hasty departure and not wake the Dursley's. He gathered all of his wizarding stuff and lit the fire in his room. He tossed the Floo Powder into it, watched as it turned green, then stepped in and said in as load and clear a voice as he could muster: "The Burrow!" and in a matter of milli-seconds he was whizzing by grates and getting soot in his eyes, hair, and clothes. But soon he plopped out onto the floor in a very neat living room, covered from head to foot in soot. He coughed and soon heard footsteps in the hall and in stepped Mrs. Weasley, not looking in the least bit pleased to see him, but at least he had gotten out at the right grate! "What do you think you're doing?!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, "thought it would be right fun to skip the train again, then make us give you a lift and worry your friends in the process!!!" "But, I…" started Harry. "No buts, you'll skip your year at Hogwarts or explain yourself and apologize." Said Mrs. Weasley. "Alright, alright." and Harry told the tale of why he couldn't get to the train. "Sorry." Said Mrs. Weasley in a small voice, "I should have let you explain before yelling my head off." "I don't suppose it's possible for me to travel by Floo Powder to Hogwarts?" asked Harry. "Why yes, yes it is!" smiled Mrs. Weasley, "You go first and I'll follow to make sure you get out at the right grate."
Look for Part 3, eventually...
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P.S. I know it says in the third book that you can't apparte into Hogwarts, so you probably can't travel by Floo Powder into the school either, but oh well, it's my story!
P.P.S. If you ahven't figured it out yet, I'm slightly hyper!!!
The End