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Disclaimer: Yep, like I said before (and what will be in every chapter beginning) I DO NOT own Harry Potter. And if JKR's feeling generous, I hope I'm the one who gets to own Harry Potter next!
AN: Like my star border? Lol. Ok, I'm gonna make this chapter longer than the first! Yay! Please review. that means Zubie and frostyangels and everyone else! Now on with the story.
Chapter Two
Mr. Weasley was first to talk. He sounded like a journalist.
"So Harry, when-I mean-how did you get here?"
"Really, I don't know. I was at the Dursley's a couple hours ago, now I'm here. I don't know any more than you do about this."
Harry said gruffly, since Mr. Weasley had asked him this over and over again. Fred and George just glanced at each other and muttered, "Wicked!" Ron just sat there quietly, grinning, as if his birthday had come early.
* Harry's staying over for the rest of the summer! This is so awesome. *
After breakfast they played a game of quidditch, and Harry went to go grab his broom that had came with all his other school supplies when he "Apparated". He had polished his Firebolt the night before, since he was filled with thoughts and couldn't go to sleep. Harry almost screamed. His Firebolt was nowhere to be seen, and his bag was ripped with ink dripping all over. But something was odd, he immediately had a feeling that his broom was in Ron's closet. And for some reason (he had no clue why), he peeked into the closet and found his broom there, still gleaming like it had been last night when he polished it. He then grabbed his bag, went downstairs, and took it to Mrs. Weasley.
"Hello, dear. Is there something I can get you?"
"Uh, yeah- my bag's ripped. I was wondering if you could fix it?"
"Harry, do you need glasses? Are you sure you don't need me to take you to an eye doctor? It's just, well- you're bag looks brand new to me."
Harry took another look at his bag- Mrs. Weasley was right. His bag looked brand new, perfect for a new school year at Hogwarts. Harry turned bright pink, and muttered, "Oh shit. Why am I seeing things? Man, that was embarrassing." Mrs. Weasley called back to him, "What did you say, dear?" "N-Nothing." Harry replied.
* Argh! I am such a loser."
When he got outside (finally!), Ron nearly stepped on him, he was asking Harry if-
* Yep, I know Ron, your gonna ask me, 'Hey Harry, buddy, can I have a go?' or 'Can I ride your Firebolt for a while?" Sure Ron, anything you say. *
Harry was about to hand Ron the broom when Ron said, "What took ya? Fred and George and I were waiting!"
* Hehe, ok, I guess I guessed wrong. *
" Yep, Ron- you can ride on it."
Ron's eyes grew round and wide. "Really?" he squeaked. Harry nodded and before you could say 'quidditch' Ron kicked off the ground, did his impression of Viktor Krum doing a Wronski Feint and headed toward the ground. He mounted his own Cleansweep, an older, much slower broom. Then they had a game. It was only fair to have Harry versus the others, only because he had a Firebolt, so those were the teams. They used a beach ball as the quaffle, two rubber bouncy balls ("Enlargo!") for bludgers, with two bats, and bewitched a tiny golf ball that Mr. Weasley had from work (He studied Muggles). It was a fierce game. Harry had four jobs at the same time and it was hard to keep up with. Harry did a fake dive as if he saw the golf ball, and George followed him. The Cleansweep was no match for the Firebolt though. Harry did a Wronski Feint, George crashed, and Harry looked around for the golf ball. His instincts told him it was behind him, a few feet higher, and without thinking, Harry reached for it. Harry was amazed. He had only saw the "snitch" after he caught it.
" Wow. Stunning dive, Harry. "
George patted him on the back. Harry had won. Ron seemed a little jealous, but Harry was his friend and he gave him a pat on the back, too. They were all sweating, and Mrs. Weasley had prepared a snack with nice, chilling pumpkin juice. Then, like all moms say, "Go take a shower. Right now, Fred. I mean- George- right? No, I'm sorry, you two. I don't have time to figure out who is who. Now go!" Fred and George laughed. Ron was talking to Harry.
" Hey, Harry. You didn't tell me you practiced at that living hell of yours. Jeez, you've gotten really good. We're definitely gonna win the Quidditch Cup this year."
They both grinned. It was really great that Harry could stay with the Weasleys. It was the only family that Harry thought he cared about and the only family who cared about him as well. Harry could sleep better than ever that night. No, not on Ron's bed.
**************************************************************************** **************** Yay! Is it good? Tttttttteeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll me ! ! ! Please review or else I feel that my story sux.
Disclaimer: Yep, like I said before (and what will be in every chapter beginning) I DO NOT own Harry Potter. And if JKR's feeling generous, I hope I'm the one who gets to own Harry Potter next!
AN: Like my star border? Lol. Ok, I'm gonna make this chapter longer than the first! Yay! Please review. that means Zubie and frostyangels and everyone else! Now on with the story.
Chapter Two
Mr. Weasley was first to talk. He sounded like a journalist.
"So Harry, when-I mean-how did you get here?"
"Really, I don't know. I was at the Dursley's a couple hours ago, now I'm here. I don't know any more than you do about this."
Harry said gruffly, since Mr. Weasley had asked him this over and over again. Fred and George just glanced at each other and muttered, "Wicked!" Ron just sat there quietly, grinning, as if his birthday had come early.
* Harry's staying over for the rest of the summer! This is so awesome. *
After breakfast they played a game of quidditch, and Harry went to go grab his broom that had came with all his other school supplies when he "Apparated". He had polished his Firebolt the night before, since he was filled with thoughts and couldn't go to sleep. Harry almost screamed. His Firebolt was nowhere to be seen, and his bag was ripped with ink dripping all over. But something was odd, he immediately had a feeling that his broom was in Ron's closet. And for some reason (he had no clue why), he peeked into the closet and found his broom there, still gleaming like it had been last night when he polished it. He then grabbed his bag, went downstairs, and took it to Mrs. Weasley.
"Hello, dear. Is there something I can get you?"
"Uh, yeah- my bag's ripped. I was wondering if you could fix it?"
"Harry, do you need glasses? Are you sure you don't need me to take you to an eye doctor? It's just, well- you're bag looks brand new to me."
Harry took another look at his bag- Mrs. Weasley was right. His bag looked brand new, perfect for a new school year at Hogwarts. Harry turned bright pink, and muttered, "Oh shit. Why am I seeing things? Man, that was embarrassing." Mrs. Weasley called back to him, "What did you say, dear?" "N-Nothing." Harry replied.
* Argh! I am such a loser."
When he got outside (finally!), Ron nearly stepped on him, he was asking Harry if-
* Yep, I know Ron, your gonna ask me, 'Hey Harry, buddy, can I have a go?' or 'Can I ride your Firebolt for a while?" Sure Ron, anything you say. *
Harry was about to hand Ron the broom when Ron said, "What took ya? Fred and George and I were waiting!"
* Hehe, ok, I guess I guessed wrong. *
" Yep, Ron- you can ride on it."
Ron's eyes grew round and wide. "Really?" he squeaked. Harry nodded and before you could say 'quidditch' Ron kicked off the ground, did his impression of Viktor Krum doing a Wronski Feint and headed toward the ground. He mounted his own Cleansweep, an older, much slower broom. Then they had a game. It was only fair to have Harry versus the others, only because he had a Firebolt, so those were the teams. They used a beach ball as the quaffle, two rubber bouncy balls ("Enlargo!") for bludgers, with two bats, and bewitched a tiny golf ball that Mr. Weasley had from work (He studied Muggles). It was a fierce game. Harry had four jobs at the same time and it was hard to keep up with. Harry did a fake dive as if he saw the golf ball, and George followed him. The Cleansweep was no match for the Firebolt though. Harry did a Wronski Feint, George crashed, and Harry looked around for the golf ball. His instincts told him it was behind him, a few feet higher, and without thinking, Harry reached for it. Harry was amazed. He had only saw the "snitch" after he caught it.
" Wow. Stunning dive, Harry. "
George patted him on the back. Harry had won. Ron seemed a little jealous, but Harry was his friend and he gave him a pat on the back, too. They were all sweating, and Mrs. Weasley had prepared a snack with nice, chilling pumpkin juice. Then, like all moms say, "Go take a shower. Right now, Fred. I mean- George- right? No, I'm sorry, you two. I don't have time to figure out who is who. Now go!" Fred and George laughed. Ron was talking to Harry.
" Hey, Harry. You didn't tell me you practiced at that living hell of yours. Jeez, you've gotten really good. We're definitely gonna win the Quidditch Cup this year."
They both grinned. It was really great that Harry could stay with the Weasleys. It was the only family that Harry thought he cared about and the only family who cared about him as well. Harry could sleep better than ever that night. No, not on Ron's bed.
**************************************************************************** **************** Yay! Is it good? Tttttttteeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll me ! ! ! Please review or else I feel that my story sux.