~11~
The rushing green flames and fireplaces stopped, and the Weasley's living room came into focus as Harry landed in their fireplace with a jolt. It was dark, there were no lights, and the usually busy home was quiet except for the goblin in the attic gently hitting the pipes. Harry found an interesting array of things on the floor.
Quidditch Monthly on a seat next to Ron's chess set with the Wisbourne Wasps flying around, a crumbling cookie, a Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration; Volume II, and some of Fred and George's order forms cleverly tucked away in a hand-me-down Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts book.
He wasn't sure what he should do, and Harry was worried about Mrs. Figg. He thought he should wake up the Weasleys, but didn't want to startle them. Did they even know he was coming? He guessed someone would be waiting for him if the did know, but the first floor was completely empty.
Harry sat on the couch for a half an hour watching the Weasley's clock. All of the hands were pointed to home. Minutes came, and minutes passed, still no Mrs. Figg. There was a soft tap, tap, tap at the backdoor, he looked out of it to see Hedwig fluttering around on the patio. He slid it open and squeezed out, trying to be quiet as possible. Harry found comfort in a chair and decided he should sleep there. He didn't want to have one of the Weasley twins walk in on him sleeping on the couch in the morning and curse him to death, mistaking him for an intruder.
The rushing green flames and fireplaces stopped, and the Weasley's living room came into focus as Harry landed in their fireplace with a jolt. It was dark, there were no lights, and the usually busy home was quiet except for the goblin in the attic gently hitting the pipes. Harry found an interesting array of things on the floor.
Quidditch Monthly on a seat next to Ron's chess set with the Wisbourne Wasps flying around, a crumbling cookie, a Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration; Volume II, and some of Fred and George's order forms cleverly tucked away in a hand-me-down Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts book.
He wasn't sure what he should do, and Harry was worried about Mrs. Figg. He thought he should wake up the Weasleys, but didn't want to startle them. Did they even know he was coming? He guessed someone would be waiting for him if the did know, but the first floor was completely empty.
Harry sat on the couch for a half an hour watching the Weasley's clock. All of the hands were pointed to home. Minutes came, and minutes passed, still no Mrs. Figg. There was a soft tap, tap, tap at the backdoor, he looked out of it to see Hedwig fluttering around on the patio. He slid it open and squeezed out, trying to be quiet as possible. Harry found comfort in a chair and decided he should sleep there. He didn't want to have one of the Weasley twins walk in on him sleeping on the couch in the morning and curse him to death, mistaking him for an intruder.