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Purple, green, yellow, red, blue, orange, pink, gold, and silver sparks danced around the night sky in interesting shapes. Sometimes when a single raindrop would collide with one of the sparks, there would be a faint sizzling sound and a cloud of purple smoke rose. Everybody danced around, their shoes sloshing around in the mud- but nothing could lessen their spirit.
Harry and Sirius returned just in time for the grand finale. Everybody stood in a circle around the flaming, squealing, wizzing fireworks. Opposite Harry was Mrs. Figg who looked up in the sky at the Fireworks, a simple sort of childlike wonder beamed in her eyes. The explosions sent showers of sparks flying down on them. When they hit Harry's skin, he felt a cold sort of friendly tickle.
All of the Weasleys, Mrs. Figg, Harry, Sirius, and Hagrid were sad to see the rest of the fireworks go, as Fred and George checked to see if all were set off. They began picking up the burnt shards of paper, everybody pitched in to help, not that it wasn't fun in itself. Some of the pieces of paper had some life left in them and whizzed colorfully out of their grasps.
Fred and George thought it would have been funny to put a piece in Ginny's long fire red hair, and as could have been expected, Mrs. Weasley did not. The whizzing paper didn't hurt or even scare Ginny. It merely tickled here ear as it flew past. Mrs. Weasley, indifferent to this factor, screeched at the boys, and demanded they go home and straight to bed.
"We've come here in celebration of Harry's Birthday, and you two have to RUIN it! You always RUIN EVERYHING!" they quietly walked down the hill and into the distance. The novelty of cleaning the fireworks had worn off, and everybody was quiet. Harry and Ginny both would have said something to Mrs. Weasley in regards that they didn't mind, but the darting look in her eyes resembled the look of the menacing Hungarian Horntail, so they decided better to keep silent.
The omniscent silence continued from Stoatshead Hill up until the Burrow became visible in the moonlight. Harry occupied himself by kicking the blades of grass as he walked along. Mrs. Weasley screamed inward, air speeding its way down her throat. Harry looked up and saw a sickly green floating in the sky. He wiped his glasses clean of ash and moisture. Putting them back on, he saw the Dark Mark floating clearly above the Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley was the first to run hysterically toward the house screaming, " BOYS!" but everybody else followed terrified right behind her.
Purple, green, yellow, red, blue, orange, pink, gold, and silver sparks danced around the night sky in interesting shapes. Sometimes when a single raindrop would collide with one of the sparks, there would be a faint sizzling sound and a cloud of purple smoke rose. Everybody danced around, their shoes sloshing around in the mud- but nothing could lessen their spirit.
Harry and Sirius returned just in time for the grand finale. Everybody stood in a circle around the flaming, squealing, wizzing fireworks. Opposite Harry was Mrs. Figg who looked up in the sky at the Fireworks, a simple sort of childlike wonder beamed in her eyes. The explosions sent showers of sparks flying down on them. When they hit Harry's skin, he felt a cold sort of friendly tickle.
All of the Weasleys, Mrs. Figg, Harry, Sirius, and Hagrid were sad to see the rest of the fireworks go, as Fred and George checked to see if all were set off. They began picking up the burnt shards of paper, everybody pitched in to help, not that it wasn't fun in itself. Some of the pieces of paper had some life left in them and whizzed colorfully out of their grasps.
Fred and George thought it would have been funny to put a piece in Ginny's long fire red hair, and as could have been expected, Mrs. Weasley did not. The whizzing paper didn't hurt or even scare Ginny. It merely tickled here ear as it flew past. Mrs. Weasley, indifferent to this factor, screeched at the boys, and demanded they go home and straight to bed.
"We've come here in celebration of Harry's Birthday, and you two have to RUIN it! You always RUIN EVERYHING!" they quietly walked down the hill and into the distance. The novelty of cleaning the fireworks had worn off, and everybody was quiet. Harry and Ginny both would have said something to Mrs. Weasley in regards that they didn't mind, but the darting look in her eyes resembled the look of the menacing Hungarian Horntail, so they decided better to keep silent.
The omniscent silence continued from Stoatshead Hill up until the Burrow became visible in the moonlight. Harry occupied himself by kicking the blades of grass as he walked along. Mrs. Weasley screamed inward, air speeding its way down her throat. Harry looked up and saw a sickly green floating in the sky. He wiped his glasses clean of ash and moisture. Putting them back on, he saw the Dark Mark floating clearly above the Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley was the first to run hysterically toward the house screaming, " BOYS!" but everybody else followed terrified right behind her.