Chapter Three: The Second Home
The long drive to the Burrow had been a pleasent one for Harry. All through the ride he couldn't help but think how different his life would be now. He was staying at the Weasleys for a while and then after Hogwarts, it was up to him to decide.
Late afternoon at came and with it they finally arrived at the Burrow. Harry stepped out of the car at the same time as Ron and Mr. Weasley. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Another thought had occurred to him about Voldemort but he decided for now he didn't want to mention it to Ron or Hermione. Just then Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, Ron's sister, came up the path way.
"Welcome home, Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley as she gave him a hug, which he found to be quite comfortable. After they broke free, Harry came over to Ginny. "Hello, Ginny," he said rather causally. Ginny shuffled her feet, and said rather shakily, "Hi, Harry." Harry stared at her. Wow, she has lovely eyes, he thought. "Well, welcome back," she said. "I'll see you inside, I guess." She gave a small smile and headed back inside the Burrow. Harry sighed and continued to stare after her.
Harry's feelings for Ginny has suddenly become more apparent over the last two years. He hadn't realized it before that he was falling in love with her. He stood frozen for a few second until... "Harry!" Mr. Weasley called. Harry turned around. "Oh, yeah," he said offhandly, grabbing one end of his trunk, still thinking about Ginny. Ron grabbed the other.
Even though it was the same house, it seemed somewhat different. Percy after being promoted as head of department of International Magic Cooperation moved out and was now living with his long time girlfriend Penelope Clearwater. Fred and George had too gotten a place of their own. "You'll be sleeping in Fred and George's old room, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley. "You and Ron go upstairs and unpack while I fix us dinner."
Harry and Ron went up the uneven staircases up to Fred and George's room. Harry opened the door and, followed by Ron, entered. The room was similar to Ron's, expect there wasn't any posters of the Chudley Cannons covering it. It was nearly empty, expect for a bed in the corner, dresser with a mirror next to it, and it a nightstand. Harry started unpacking his things when Hedwig was sitting near the window. "Hedwig," said Harry. He opened the window and she flew in with a letter attached to her beak. He took hold of it and looked at it, but didn't open it. Instead he put it away in his trunk.
"Who was that from?" Ron asked curiously. "Nothing," Harry lied, looking depressed. "What's wrong?" Ron continued. "I bet the note was from Sirius is it?" Harry said nothing and stared out of the window. "I don't want to talk about it now," he said. "Okay," said Ron. He got up and left the room, leaving Harry alone.
After a while Harry sighed. "I'll read it tonight," he said, getting up from his bed and leaving the room. On his way to Ron's room, he smiled and said, "I'm home." He thought know more for a while, leaving his troubles behind him for the time being.
The long drive to the Burrow had been a pleasent one for Harry. All through the ride he couldn't help but think how different his life would be now. He was staying at the Weasleys for a while and then after Hogwarts, it was up to him to decide.
Late afternoon at came and with it they finally arrived at the Burrow. Harry stepped out of the car at the same time as Ron and Mr. Weasley. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Another thought had occurred to him about Voldemort but he decided for now he didn't want to mention it to Ron or Hermione. Just then Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, Ron's sister, came up the path way.
"Welcome home, Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley as she gave him a hug, which he found to be quite comfortable. After they broke free, Harry came over to Ginny. "Hello, Ginny," he said rather causally. Ginny shuffled her feet, and said rather shakily, "Hi, Harry." Harry stared at her. Wow, she has lovely eyes, he thought. "Well, welcome back," she said. "I'll see you inside, I guess." She gave a small smile and headed back inside the Burrow. Harry sighed and continued to stare after her.
Harry's feelings for Ginny has suddenly become more apparent over the last two years. He hadn't realized it before that he was falling in love with her. He stood frozen for a few second until... "Harry!" Mr. Weasley called. Harry turned around. "Oh, yeah," he said offhandly, grabbing one end of his trunk, still thinking about Ginny. Ron grabbed the other.
Even though it was the same house, it seemed somewhat different. Percy after being promoted as head of department of International Magic Cooperation moved out and was now living with his long time girlfriend Penelope Clearwater. Fred and George had too gotten a place of their own. "You'll be sleeping in Fred and George's old room, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley. "You and Ron go upstairs and unpack while I fix us dinner."
Harry and Ron went up the uneven staircases up to Fred and George's room. Harry opened the door and, followed by Ron, entered. The room was similar to Ron's, expect there wasn't any posters of the Chudley Cannons covering it. It was nearly empty, expect for a bed in the corner, dresser with a mirror next to it, and it a nightstand. Harry started unpacking his things when Hedwig was sitting near the window. "Hedwig," said Harry. He opened the window and she flew in with a letter attached to her beak. He took hold of it and looked at it, but didn't open it. Instead he put it away in his trunk.
"Who was that from?" Ron asked curiously. "Nothing," Harry lied, looking depressed. "What's wrong?" Ron continued. "I bet the note was from Sirius is it?" Harry said nothing and stared out of the window. "I don't want to talk about it now," he said. "Okay," said Ron. He got up and left the room, leaving Harry alone.
After a while Harry sighed. "I'll read it tonight," he said, getting up from his bed and leaving the room. On his way to Ron's room, he smiled and said, "I'm home." He thought know more for a while, leaving his troubles behind him for the time being.