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Disclaimer: I'm sure you've read this enough times already, but, lookie here. I'm still in school, and I do NOT want to get sued!!! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
AN: PLEASE review! I want to actually feel proud of writing my first fanfic... ok, I'm not the best writer in the world, but I really do like reviews. ^_^
Chapter Three
"Ok, everyone knows how to do this right? Right Harry, dear?"
"Yep."
Harry did not need explanation of how to use Floo powder, as he had already used it many times. Harry smiled weakly- Mrs. Weasley was always asking him anything along the lines of, 'Are you alright, Harry dear?' or "If there's anything you need, Harry, just ask.' Harry was kind of mocked, but he appreciated her favor all the same.
"Ron, you first."
"Hehe. ickle Ronnikins is gonna use Floo powder. I wonder where he'll end up, George. Knockturn Alley I hope."
"Fred!"
"Sorry, Mum." * snicker snicker *
Ron threw the powder in the roaring flames and the fire turned emerald green, almost like Harry's eyes, but more bright and bold. He stepped into the fire, and hollered, "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared. This went the same for Fred, George, Harry, Mrs. Weasley, and lastly Mr. Weasley. When they all settled, they met Hermione and Hagrid there, at Flourish and Blots. Harry went to Gringotts with Hagrid for a quick withdraw of knuts, sickles, and galleons, while Hermione and Ron waited for Harry at Flourish and Blots.
"Good to see ya, Harry. Haven't heard from ya in a while. You shouldn' have went ta Ron's house, boy. Only joking! I know ya didn' mean it."
Harry took out his key as a squat little goblin hurried over to lead them to Harry's vault. Finally, through the long tunnels that made Harry dizzy just to watch, they were at Harry's vault. Harry shoved some money into his money bag and then hurried back to Flourish and Blots.
"Hogwarts? I see. all your books are ready over there. Just ask the woman at the counter for sixth year books."
Hermione was still trying to learn a Reversing Spell from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6, in case Malfoy ever got on her nerve. She kept muttering, "Reverso!" to herself quietly as they headed for the Apothecary for some potion ingredients. Pretty soon they all had refills for their potion-making kits, a load of new quills, countless rolls of parchment, and new books. Harry and Ron even stopped by at Diagon Alley's quidditch shop, for a peek at the new broom releases. Many wizards and witches were crowded over a Firebolt, and Harry and Ron didn't even bother to look at the price of it. They both grinned since Harry all ready had one, and there were so many others who desperately wanted one.
"Hey guys! Over here. I got some ice cream for you! Don't worry about paying me back- what are friends for, and it's my treat anyways!"
Hermione had ordered Florence's Five Course Meal ice cream, which tasted like soup, then vegetables, third steak, seafood fourth, and lastly, a nice sundae topped off with hot fudge. It wasn't real though, but Ron thought it was delicious, and thanked Hermione. She had ordered Harry a Tongue- Twister, (literally), which twisted your tongue into odd shapes and changing color at the same time. Hermione herself got a Cream Dream, an ice cream flavor that tasted like cream, and gave you good things to ponder about, it basically made a miserable life happier. It lasted for about an hour then wore off. After ice cream, they took off to go to the Magical Menagerie.
"Would you like anything, m'dearies?"
Ron looked at his two friends.
"Uh, no, siree- I mean- ma'am."
Ron was really looking for a new owl, since Pigwidgeon had grew ill and died. Harry went with Ron to the owl section, while Hermione gazed at the cats. Harry felt no other owl was as smart as his own Hedwig, a gift from Hagrid. Hedwig was probably sleeping in Ron's room right now. Ron was looking at a beautiful eagle owl, with eyes gleaming at Ron.
"Ron, do you want that owl? I want to buy it for you. Really- and like Hermione said, 'what are friends for?' And don't try and pay me back- I'm not going to except it."
"Are you saying I haven't got enough money myself to buy one? I have 15 galleons- well, I think-"
"Ron, just think of this as an early birthday present or Christmas gift. Except the fact that I'm still going to give you another present when that day comes."
So Harry paid for the owl (his money bag feeling a bit lighter) and they left the little shop. Ron was overexcited. His heart rose, just enough that he almost could not talk.
"What are you going to name it? If I got an owl, I would name it Ophelia. What about you?"
"Help me out, guys? What are friends for again?"
"How about Apollo?"
"What the heck is that?"
"A Greek god that Muggles believe in."
"That's just rubbish. Even Snape is better than whoever "Aloppo" is."
"Apollo."
"Who gives. I'm gonna name him GoldenEye. I'm not gonna name my owl anything that has to do with Muggles."
Harry and Hermione laughed silently. Unfortunately, Ron heard.
"What's so funny? Is there something on my face??? Sheesh. *ahem* What are my friends for? Laughing at me?! "
**************************************************************************** **************** So... Did you like it???? Please tell me if I need to change anything!! PLEASE review! (to Zubie and frostyangels and everyone else. You know who you are.)
Disclaimer: I'm sure you've read this enough times already, but, lookie here. I'm still in school, and I do NOT want to get sued!!! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
AN: PLEASE review! I want to actually feel proud of writing my first fanfic... ok, I'm not the best writer in the world, but I really do like reviews. ^_^
Chapter Three
"Ok, everyone knows how to do this right? Right Harry, dear?"
"Yep."
Harry did not need explanation of how to use Floo powder, as he had already used it many times. Harry smiled weakly- Mrs. Weasley was always asking him anything along the lines of, 'Are you alright, Harry dear?' or "If there's anything you need, Harry, just ask.' Harry was kind of mocked, but he appreciated her favor all the same.
"Ron, you first."
"Hehe. ickle Ronnikins is gonna use Floo powder. I wonder where he'll end up, George. Knockturn Alley I hope."
"Fred!"
"Sorry, Mum." * snicker snicker *
Ron threw the powder in the roaring flames and the fire turned emerald green, almost like Harry's eyes, but more bright and bold. He stepped into the fire, and hollered, "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared. This went the same for Fred, George, Harry, Mrs. Weasley, and lastly Mr. Weasley. When they all settled, they met Hermione and Hagrid there, at Flourish and Blots. Harry went to Gringotts with Hagrid for a quick withdraw of knuts, sickles, and galleons, while Hermione and Ron waited for Harry at Flourish and Blots.
"Good to see ya, Harry. Haven't heard from ya in a while. You shouldn' have went ta Ron's house, boy. Only joking! I know ya didn' mean it."
Harry took out his key as a squat little goblin hurried over to lead them to Harry's vault. Finally, through the long tunnels that made Harry dizzy just to watch, they were at Harry's vault. Harry shoved some money into his money bag and then hurried back to Flourish and Blots.
"Hogwarts? I see. all your books are ready over there. Just ask the woman at the counter for sixth year books."
Hermione was still trying to learn a Reversing Spell from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6, in case Malfoy ever got on her nerve. She kept muttering, "Reverso!" to herself quietly as they headed for the Apothecary for some potion ingredients. Pretty soon they all had refills for their potion-making kits, a load of new quills, countless rolls of parchment, and new books. Harry and Ron even stopped by at Diagon Alley's quidditch shop, for a peek at the new broom releases. Many wizards and witches were crowded over a Firebolt, and Harry and Ron didn't even bother to look at the price of it. They both grinned since Harry all ready had one, and there were so many others who desperately wanted one.
"Hey guys! Over here. I got some ice cream for you! Don't worry about paying me back- what are friends for, and it's my treat anyways!"
Hermione had ordered Florence's Five Course Meal ice cream, which tasted like soup, then vegetables, third steak, seafood fourth, and lastly, a nice sundae topped off with hot fudge. It wasn't real though, but Ron thought it was delicious, and thanked Hermione. She had ordered Harry a Tongue- Twister, (literally), which twisted your tongue into odd shapes and changing color at the same time. Hermione herself got a Cream Dream, an ice cream flavor that tasted like cream, and gave you good things to ponder about, it basically made a miserable life happier. It lasted for about an hour then wore off. After ice cream, they took off to go to the Magical Menagerie.
"Would you like anything, m'dearies?"
Ron looked at his two friends.
"Uh, no, siree- I mean- ma'am."
Ron was really looking for a new owl, since Pigwidgeon had grew ill and died. Harry went with Ron to the owl section, while Hermione gazed at the cats. Harry felt no other owl was as smart as his own Hedwig, a gift from Hagrid. Hedwig was probably sleeping in Ron's room right now. Ron was looking at a beautiful eagle owl, with eyes gleaming at Ron.
"Ron, do you want that owl? I want to buy it for you. Really- and like Hermione said, 'what are friends for?' And don't try and pay me back- I'm not going to except it."
"Are you saying I haven't got enough money myself to buy one? I have 15 galleons- well, I think-"
"Ron, just think of this as an early birthday present or Christmas gift. Except the fact that I'm still going to give you another present when that day comes."
So Harry paid for the owl (his money bag feeling a bit lighter) and they left the little shop. Ron was overexcited. His heart rose, just enough that he almost could not talk.
"What are you going to name it? If I got an owl, I would name it Ophelia. What about you?"
"Help me out, guys? What are friends for again?"
"How about Apollo?"
"What the heck is that?"
"A Greek god that Muggles believe in."
"That's just rubbish. Even Snape is better than whoever "Aloppo" is."
"Apollo."
"Who gives. I'm gonna name him GoldenEye. I'm not gonna name my owl anything that has to do with Muggles."
Harry and Hermione laughed silently. Unfortunately, Ron heard.
"What's so funny? Is there something on my face??? Sheesh. *ahem* What are my friends for? Laughing at me?! "
**************************************************************************** **************** So... Did you like it???? Please tell me if I need to change anything!! PLEASE review! (to Zubie and frostyangels and everyone else. You know who you are.)