'Harry?'
'Hmmm?' Harry Potter looked up from his comic book. For one with so much responsibility, he really was quite immature.
'You've got a letter from the Ministry, again.It's a complaint.' Ron didn't sound too happy.
'Another one?' said Harry, nonchalantly, he turned the page and laughed out loud at the little cartoon people running around inside the pages of the book.
'Yes, *another* one. It set alight Thomas Redford's market stall last night.'
'I didn't even get called for last night.' Harry clearly wasn't listening.
'That's the point. Why set them off yourself?'
Harry smiled, slightly. Ron was not amused. 'It's not my job to deal with insurance claims! I'm meant to be there by your side when you fight evil! When you protect Witches and Wizards from the dark forces! When you rock the world!'
Harry threw down his comic and laughed. Holding his sides he rocked back and forth in his chair, laughing so much it hurt. Ron looked on in an annoyed silence. Harry was prone to doing this when he had eaten too much sugar.
Finally, Harry stopped laughing. 'I set the Lightening-sign off, because, I *was* rocking the world!' he collapsed into another fit of the giggles again, before shouting,
'I was rocking Parvati Patil's world!!'
Ron sighed and walked away.
Godric's Hollow. A stately home. Old, surrounded by beautiful countryside, with amazing architecture, for decades it had been owned by some of the richest, smartest and most respected, upper-class members of the Wizarding Community. That was, until, Harry Potter came of age, and inherited it from his dead parents.
It wasn't so much changed from the outside, but once you got inside one would quickly realise that this was not the home of an ordinary aristocrat, even though Ron tried his hardest to keep it looking that way.
Little changes, mainly the 'Wasssuuup?' doormat, instead of the more usual one that said 'Welcome'.
The signed pictures of famous models in various states of undress. 'To Harry, thanks for one magical night - Cho Chang xxx' was just one.
(This photo took up a whole wall of the entrance hall, with a black and white picture of Harry's school crush wrapped in a thin, white bedcover, and in a suggestive pose that hinted Harry had done more than show her his transfiguration skills).
The odd dirty plate here and there, the smears of ketchup on priceless marble antiques, they all gave the distinct impression that the owner wasn't your average Ministry of Magic official.
The first thing he had done was knock a huge hole in every floor, so they aligned, and then have a thick, metal pole built through the whole house. It went vertically, from the very lowest floor, right through the top of the house. This pole had a number of uses, (including some things Lavender Brown in particular was getting very good at.)
It was using this pole that he was able to slide down 5 floors from his bedroom, straight to the kitchen.
He landed with a thud on the polished wooden floor, beside Ron.
'I should *definitely* wear clothes when I do that.' He announced, grabbing a plate of chips off Ron and walking through to the library.
Ron decided not to comment.
He followed Harry through to the library. 'Where's Lupin?' Harry asked after he had shoved his face full of chips. Ron took the plate off him, and handed him a tissue, before he could wipe his greasy, salty hands on the upholstery of the chair.
'Lupin is away, Harry. He gets 3 days off a month.'
Remus Lupin was Harry's butler. Shameful as it was, he couldn't get a job anywhere else.
'Does he? Why?' Harry asked, only half listening. He walked over to the fireplace and started to play with an ornament. Ron resisted the temptation to go over there and yank it out of his unsafe hands. It was his house, after all. If he wanted to play with the priceless, 18th century antique it was his choic-
'Harry!!' he said, loudly, grabbing it and holding it way out of Harry's reach. He took a deep breath and returned the ornament to its rightful place, making a mental note to hide it away somewhere later, when he got the chance.
Harry looked at his watch. His deep-sea divers watch, he thought, smugly. It was cool! A birthday present from his Godfather.
'Did you get a letter from Sirius?' he asked Ron.
'If by letter you mean crude joke scrawled on the back of a London escort girl's calling card, then yes, I did.' Ron replied, irritably. 'I threw it away. I didn't think you'd need it, seeing as you were with Parvati last night.'
Harry laughed, then was suddenly serious again. 'Speaking of convicted criminals.' he mused - 'we haven't seen Hermione in a while.'
Ron nodded. 'I'm worried about her - really I am. Should we go see her?' Harry stuck his hands in his pockets. 'Yeah, I suppose. She does freak me out a bit, though.'
Ron pulled out his wand and waved it randomly around. The stone fireplace slowly began to rotate. By slowly, I mean, slowly. It was 5 minutes before both Ron and Harry were faced with a blank stone wall where the fireplace had been. Harry stepped onto it, casually, and without warning plummeted quickly down a dark, black tunnel as the stonework gave way underfoot.
Harry landed on his feet, with no damage to any part of his body. He was a Superhero - they were like cats, in many ways, he thought to himself, as Ron landed on his head, by Harry's feet. With 9 lives and all that.
Ron pushed himself to his knees, and groaned loudly. 'Oww. I think I've broken my neck, Harry. Harry?'
Getting no answer from 'The Boy Who Lived' (who was still deep in thought about the similarities between Superheroes and cats) he decided to fix his own neck, and got his wand out from the sleeve of his robes. After a few minutes he managed to stand up, and, rubbing his leg where he had caught it on something sharp on the way down, he shook Harry by the shoulder.
'Harry?' he whispered. Startled, Harry remembered Ron was there too. 'That didn't happen last time, did it?' he asked, cheerfully. 'Fun, though.'
Ron bit back a particularly unpleasant remark, and continued trying to align his neck with his spine.
'Hermiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!' Harry shouted into the darkness.
Unexpectedly, flames came to life in the lanterns hung on the walls of the dungeons. They stretched all the way along the dark, damp passageway for further than Harry could see. They walked on.
As they neared the end of the stone corridor that was lit with flames, erratically, more erupted from the walls.
'She's really gone all out to make us feel welcome, hasn't she, Harry?' Ron murmured, trying not to clutch Harry's arm in fear.
Harry started singing - 'It's just a jump to the left, and then a step to the riiiiiight! Put your hands on your hips -'
'Harry!' Ron hissed. 'This is no time to be doing the Timewarp!'
Harry put his hands in his pockets and stopped. He poked the toe of his trainer into some moss, growing between the cracked, damp stones.
'Ron - you never let me do the Timewarp.' He said, calmly. Then he broke into a run along the passageway, and Ron was left standing, wondering not for the first time, how Harry had managed to become Minister of Magic.
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'Hmmm?' Harry Potter looked up from his comic book. For one with so much responsibility, he really was quite immature.
'You've got a letter from the Ministry, again.It's a complaint.' Ron didn't sound too happy.
'Another one?' said Harry, nonchalantly, he turned the page and laughed out loud at the little cartoon people running around inside the pages of the book.
'Yes, *another* one. It set alight Thomas Redford's market stall last night.'
'I didn't even get called for last night.' Harry clearly wasn't listening.
'That's the point. Why set them off yourself?'
Harry smiled, slightly. Ron was not amused. 'It's not my job to deal with insurance claims! I'm meant to be there by your side when you fight evil! When you protect Witches and Wizards from the dark forces! When you rock the world!'
Harry threw down his comic and laughed. Holding his sides he rocked back and forth in his chair, laughing so much it hurt. Ron looked on in an annoyed silence. Harry was prone to doing this when he had eaten too much sugar.
Finally, Harry stopped laughing. 'I set the Lightening-sign off, because, I *was* rocking the world!' he collapsed into another fit of the giggles again, before shouting,
'I was rocking Parvati Patil's world!!'
Ron sighed and walked away.
Godric's Hollow. A stately home. Old, surrounded by beautiful countryside, with amazing architecture, for decades it had been owned by some of the richest, smartest and most respected, upper-class members of the Wizarding Community. That was, until, Harry Potter came of age, and inherited it from his dead parents.
It wasn't so much changed from the outside, but once you got inside one would quickly realise that this was not the home of an ordinary aristocrat, even though Ron tried his hardest to keep it looking that way.
Little changes, mainly the 'Wasssuuup?' doormat, instead of the more usual one that said 'Welcome'.
The signed pictures of famous models in various states of undress. 'To Harry, thanks for one magical night - Cho Chang xxx' was just one.
(This photo took up a whole wall of the entrance hall, with a black and white picture of Harry's school crush wrapped in a thin, white bedcover, and in a suggestive pose that hinted Harry had done more than show her his transfiguration skills).
The odd dirty plate here and there, the smears of ketchup on priceless marble antiques, they all gave the distinct impression that the owner wasn't your average Ministry of Magic official.
The first thing he had done was knock a huge hole in every floor, so they aligned, and then have a thick, metal pole built through the whole house. It went vertically, from the very lowest floor, right through the top of the house. This pole had a number of uses, (including some things Lavender Brown in particular was getting very good at.)
It was using this pole that he was able to slide down 5 floors from his bedroom, straight to the kitchen.
He landed with a thud on the polished wooden floor, beside Ron.
'I should *definitely* wear clothes when I do that.' He announced, grabbing a plate of chips off Ron and walking through to the library.
Ron decided not to comment.
He followed Harry through to the library. 'Where's Lupin?' Harry asked after he had shoved his face full of chips. Ron took the plate off him, and handed him a tissue, before he could wipe his greasy, salty hands on the upholstery of the chair.
'Lupin is away, Harry. He gets 3 days off a month.'
Remus Lupin was Harry's butler. Shameful as it was, he couldn't get a job anywhere else.
'Does he? Why?' Harry asked, only half listening. He walked over to the fireplace and started to play with an ornament. Ron resisted the temptation to go over there and yank it out of his unsafe hands. It was his house, after all. If he wanted to play with the priceless, 18th century antique it was his choic-
'Harry!!' he said, loudly, grabbing it and holding it way out of Harry's reach. He took a deep breath and returned the ornament to its rightful place, making a mental note to hide it away somewhere later, when he got the chance.
Harry looked at his watch. His deep-sea divers watch, he thought, smugly. It was cool! A birthday present from his Godfather.
'Did you get a letter from Sirius?' he asked Ron.
'If by letter you mean crude joke scrawled on the back of a London escort girl's calling card, then yes, I did.' Ron replied, irritably. 'I threw it away. I didn't think you'd need it, seeing as you were with Parvati last night.'
Harry laughed, then was suddenly serious again. 'Speaking of convicted criminals.' he mused - 'we haven't seen Hermione in a while.'
Ron nodded. 'I'm worried about her - really I am. Should we go see her?' Harry stuck his hands in his pockets. 'Yeah, I suppose. She does freak me out a bit, though.'
Ron pulled out his wand and waved it randomly around. The stone fireplace slowly began to rotate. By slowly, I mean, slowly. It was 5 minutes before both Ron and Harry were faced with a blank stone wall where the fireplace had been. Harry stepped onto it, casually, and without warning plummeted quickly down a dark, black tunnel as the stonework gave way underfoot.
Harry landed on his feet, with no damage to any part of his body. He was a Superhero - they were like cats, in many ways, he thought to himself, as Ron landed on his head, by Harry's feet. With 9 lives and all that.
Ron pushed himself to his knees, and groaned loudly. 'Oww. I think I've broken my neck, Harry. Harry?'
Getting no answer from 'The Boy Who Lived' (who was still deep in thought about the similarities between Superheroes and cats) he decided to fix his own neck, and got his wand out from the sleeve of his robes. After a few minutes he managed to stand up, and, rubbing his leg where he had caught it on something sharp on the way down, he shook Harry by the shoulder.
'Harry?' he whispered. Startled, Harry remembered Ron was there too. 'That didn't happen last time, did it?' he asked, cheerfully. 'Fun, though.'
Ron bit back a particularly unpleasant remark, and continued trying to align his neck with his spine.
'Hermiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!' Harry shouted into the darkness.
Unexpectedly, flames came to life in the lanterns hung on the walls of the dungeons. They stretched all the way along the dark, damp passageway for further than Harry could see. They walked on.
As they neared the end of the stone corridor that was lit with flames, erratically, more erupted from the walls.
'She's really gone all out to make us feel welcome, hasn't she, Harry?' Ron murmured, trying not to clutch Harry's arm in fear.
Harry started singing - 'It's just a jump to the left, and then a step to the riiiiiight! Put your hands on your hips -'
'Harry!' Ron hissed. 'This is no time to be doing the Timewarp!'
Harry put his hands in his pockets and stopped. He poked the toe of his trainer into some moss, growing between the cracked, damp stones.
'Ron - you never let me do the Timewarp.' He said, calmly. Then he broke into a run along the passageway, and Ron was left standing, wondering not for the first time, how Harry had managed to become Minister of Magic.
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