CHAPTER TWO
"Ginny.? What are you doing?" Harry asked, puzzled, as he walked into the kitchen the next morning to find bits of coffee being shot everywhere.
Ginny looked up at him. "Well." She started, "I was trying to make some coffee using magic, but apparently I didn't do the spell right, and now it's flying everywhere."
Harry laughed as some coffee squirted her in the face. Ginny was a mage; she didn't need a wand to do magic, and Harry's wand was somewhere up in the attic. So right now, the coffee pot was spraying coffee, and neither could do anything about it.
Thump, Thump, Thump. "Oh there's Charlie! Do something, Harry, before he sees!" Ginny squealed, half laughing.
"You're the mage- you do something!" Harry replied. Ginny bit her lip.
"Hello mum. Hello Dad." Charlie said cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen. Good thing he didn't look on the counter, because he would have seen a melted coffee pot with many holes in it.
"Hello Charlie." Ginny replied, and set down a plate of food in front of him, still grinning about the previous events. ~*~*~
"Well, Charlie's at the pool, so now we can talk again." Ginny said. Harry nodded. "Now Harry.You know that if he does go, which we decided he was, it would be almost impossible to keep us out here. Now Harry I'm sure you know that." Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Ginny, I don't think you're realized what that would mean. It would mean moving again, which would be very suspicious to the muggles, going back into the wizard world- which is dangerous- which is why we moved here."
Ginny stared straight into his eyes. "Harry, please? We're secluded out here; we have no idea what is going on in there world; we can barley even communicate with our friends."
Harry missed his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, very much. He had met them both during his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And through his seven years there, he had experienced more then most wizards do in their lifetime. I mean, after all, who could destroy the sorcerer's stone, get into the chamber of secrets, free a innocent man from death eaters, compete in the tri-ward tournament, see Voldemort return to life, venture into the forbidden forest more then once, and face Voldemort about seven times, and live to tell the tale? The boy who lived can.
"Fine." Harry sighed, "We'll go." And just as he said that the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Ginny wondered, thinking maybe Charlie was back early. But when she opened the door, she was in for a surprise. There stood Mrs. Tappan, their neighbor, holding a small package in her hand as an owl flew over her head. She explained in the calmest manner she could that the owl had flown into their house and delivered the package, yet it was addressed to Jamie.
"So." Mrs. Tappan finished, "Here is your package, here is your owl, good day." And walked back to her own house.
Harry walked over and asked what was going on, and Ginny stated that Fred and George didn't pick the brightest owl in the store. Peering down at the package she was holding, Harry wasn't sure if it should be opened or not.
"We'll leave that for later." Ginny decided, almost reading his thoughts. "It will me a lot easier to understand after you explain to him about magic." She said with a wink.
Harry ran his hand through his hair, slightly revealing the lightning shaped scar on his forehead that he had had most of his life. "Alright, I will, tonight."
Ginny smiled a huge smile for the first time a few years. "I miss it." "I know, I do too." Harry replied, "But we're going back!"
"Ginny.? What are you doing?" Harry asked, puzzled, as he walked into the kitchen the next morning to find bits of coffee being shot everywhere.
Ginny looked up at him. "Well." She started, "I was trying to make some coffee using magic, but apparently I didn't do the spell right, and now it's flying everywhere."
Harry laughed as some coffee squirted her in the face. Ginny was a mage; she didn't need a wand to do magic, and Harry's wand was somewhere up in the attic. So right now, the coffee pot was spraying coffee, and neither could do anything about it.
Thump, Thump, Thump. "Oh there's Charlie! Do something, Harry, before he sees!" Ginny squealed, half laughing.
"You're the mage- you do something!" Harry replied. Ginny bit her lip.
"Hello mum. Hello Dad." Charlie said cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen. Good thing he didn't look on the counter, because he would have seen a melted coffee pot with many holes in it.
"Hello Charlie." Ginny replied, and set down a plate of food in front of him, still grinning about the previous events. ~*~*~
"Well, Charlie's at the pool, so now we can talk again." Ginny said. Harry nodded. "Now Harry.You know that if he does go, which we decided he was, it would be almost impossible to keep us out here. Now Harry I'm sure you know that." Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Ginny, I don't think you're realized what that would mean. It would mean moving again, which would be very suspicious to the muggles, going back into the wizard world- which is dangerous- which is why we moved here."
Ginny stared straight into his eyes. "Harry, please? We're secluded out here; we have no idea what is going on in there world; we can barley even communicate with our friends."
Harry missed his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, very much. He had met them both during his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And through his seven years there, he had experienced more then most wizards do in their lifetime. I mean, after all, who could destroy the sorcerer's stone, get into the chamber of secrets, free a innocent man from death eaters, compete in the tri-ward tournament, see Voldemort return to life, venture into the forbidden forest more then once, and face Voldemort about seven times, and live to tell the tale? The boy who lived can.
"Fine." Harry sighed, "We'll go." And just as he said that the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Ginny wondered, thinking maybe Charlie was back early. But when she opened the door, she was in for a surprise. There stood Mrs. Tappan, their neighbor, holding a small package in her hand as an owl flew over her head. She explained in the calmest manner she could that the owl had flown into their house and delivered the package, yet it was addressed to Jamie.
"So." Mrs. Tappan finished, "Here is your package, here is your owl, good day." And walked back to her own house.
Harry walked over and asked what was going on, and Ginny stated that Fred and George didn't pick the brightest owl in the store. Peering down at the package she was holding, Harry wasn't sure if it should be opened or not.
"We'll leave that for later." Ginny decided, almost reading his thoughts. "It will me a lot easier to understand after you explain to him about magic." She said with a wink.
Harry ran his hand through his hair, slightly revealing the lightning shaped scar on his forehead that he had had most of his life. "Alright, I will, tonight."
Ginny smiled a huge smile for the first time a few years. "I miss it." "I know, I do too." Harry replied, "But we're going back!"