Chapter 9
Happenings at the Burrow
Harry was beginning to be skeptical. something had happened at the burrow. Everyone was skirting around him, not talking to him, and Mrs. Weasly didn't have her normal motherliness. She was distant, and when she looked at Harry she didn't have any depth to her eyes.
After a few straight days that he was being ignored and had only Hermione as company (not that he cared about that fact * wink *), during dinner he yelled across the table. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THE DAMN PROBLEM??? WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING TO ANY OF US??? WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE I CAME?" he was breathing very hard and his face was turning red.
The entire table stared at him in disbelief; did he really just say that? Harry continued to breath hard, now standing up and his face beet red. Mrs Weasly sighed. "Well, we ought to tell him. he'd find out anyway. Alright then Harry lets finish eating and meet in the living room." They all brought their plates to the sink and walked into the living room. Harry sat on a couch with Hermione resting her head on his shoulder. His arm was around her waist, holding her close to him.
Mrs. Weasly sighed and began to speak. "About 2 weeks ago, right before you came here, we were out to Diagon Alley to buy a few things. We came home through the village and saw the dark mark over the house. Arthur and I flipped, we ran to the house looking to see what had happened. Ron and Ginny were asleep and Fred and George were inventing. We couldn't find Percy. I was so worried that I flooed to the ministry to see if he was there. He was asleep at his desk. I went back home and looked right below the mark, there was a rock on a hill that had never been there before. I examined it and couldn't find anything wrong. Fred and George went outside and flew to the field and saw engraved in the grass with stones and just plain dirt 'HPWDAOIIRTLERTLYER' no one knows that that stands for. But since it was you-know-who, or you-know-who's supporters we suspect it had something to do with you. We also found a strand of red hair and a piece of black plastic," She stood up and placed them in front of Harry. "Do they mean anything to you?"
He closed his eyes ad a picture came to him, of a room decorated in blue wall paper, a woman singing a song 'stay awake don't rest your head. Don't lay down upon your bed. While the moon drifts in the sky. stay awake, don't close your eyes. Though the world is fast asleep. Though your pillow soft and deep, your not sleepy as you seem, stay awake, don't nod and dream, stay awake don't nod and dream' the woman's heavenly voice ended on a beautiful vibrato and his memory faded. Now he could see a man, who looked like him, talking 'Now Harry I am going to teach you how to ride a broom like daddy's! It is very fun! You'll be a star seeker I know that!' that memory faded away too. The plastic, from his father's glasses, a strand of his mothers hair. Voldemort was up to something. But what? Harry thought for a minute. To kill me. He wants to kill me!
"Harry?" he heard Mrs. Weasly's voice pull him back to reality. "Do you recognize either of these?" she sounded hopeful. "No," Harry lied. He needed to figure this out, on his own.. Well maybe with Hermione! "Hermione, want to go for a walk?" Harry asked. "Alright then, well be back later!" She stood up and they walked away.
(That s all I am writing right now. this is total crap! I need help, well I need to sleep. tired falling asleep.. Zzzzzzzzzzzz well I am gonna sleep! Night y'all! Well, I will post this short chapter and see what y'all think! OK I know it is not long. sorry! I ma blanking on ideas!!!!! Well off to watch tv/ read other Hermione/Harry fics!
I own- according to Julia-writing talent. Well if this is true than I am sure y'all do to to you can click the REVIEW button and make my day!!!)
Happenings at the Burrow
Harry was beginning to be skeptical. something had happened at the burrow. Everyone was skirting around him, not talking to him, and Mrs. Weasly didn't have her normal motherliness. She was distant, and when she looked at Harry she didn't have any depth to her eyes.
After a few straight days that he was being ignored and had only Hermione as company (not that he cared about that fact * wink *), during dinner he yelled across the table. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THE DAMN PROBLEM??? WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING TO ANY OF US??? WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE I CAME?" he was breathing very hard and his face was turning red.
The entire table stared at him in disbelief; did he really just say that? Harry continued to breath hard, now standing up and his face beet red. Mrs Weasly sighed. "Well, we ought to tell him. he'd find out anyway. Alright then Harry lets finish eating and meet in the living room." They all brought their plates to the sink and walked into the living room. Harry sat on a couch with Hermione resting her head on his shoulder. His arm was around her waist, holding her close to him.
Mrs. Weasly sighed and began to speak. "About 2 weeks ago, right before you came here, we were out to Diagon Alley to buy a few things. We came home through the village and saw the dark mark over the house. Arthur and I flipped, we ran to the house looking to see what had happened. Ron and Ginny were asleep and Fred and George were inventing. We couldn't find Percy. I was so worried that I flooed to the ministry to see if he was there. He was asleep at his desk. I went back home and looked right below the mark, there was a rock on a hill that had never been there before. I examined it and couldn't find anything wrong. Fred and George went outside and flew to the field and saw engraved in the grass with stones and just plain dirt 'HPWDAOIIRTLERTLYER' no one knows that that stands for. But since it was you-know-who, or you-know-who's supporters we suspect it had something to do with you. We also found a strand of red hair and a piece of black plastic," She stood up and placed them in front of Harry. "Do they mean anything to you?"
He closed his eyes ad a picture came to him, of a room decorated in blue wall paper, a woman singing a song 'stay awake don't rest your head. Don't lay down upon your bed. While the moon drifts in the sky. stay awake, don't close your eyes. Though the world is fast asleep. Though your pillow soft and deep, your not sleepy as you seem, stay awake, don't nod and dream, stay awake don't nod and dream' the woman's heavenly voice ended on a beautiful vibrato and his memory faded. Now he could see a man, who looked like him, talking 'Now Harry I am going to teach you how to ride a broom like daddy's! It is very fun! You'll be a star seeker I know that!' that memory faded away too. The plastic, from his father's glasses, a strand of his mothers hair. Voldemort was up to something. But what? Harry thought for a minute. To kill me. He wants to kill me!
"Harry?" he heard Mrs. Weasly's voice pull him back to reality. "Do you recognize either of these?" she sounded hopeful. "No," Harry lied. He needed to figure this out, on his own.. Well maybe with Hermione! "Hermione, want to go for a walk?" Harry asked. "Alright then, well be back later!" She stood up and they walked away.
(That s all I am writing right now. this is total crap! I need help, well I need to sleep. tired falling asleep.. Zzzzzzzzzzzz well I am gonna sleep! Night y'all! Well, I will post this short chapter and see what y'all think! OK I know it is not long. sorry! I ma blanking on ideas!!!!! Well off to watch tv/ read other Hermione/Harry fics!
I own- according to Julia-writing talent. Well if this is true than I am sure y'all do to to you can click the REVIEW button and make my day!!!)