A/N 1: I don't have anything to say here, except thanks to my most faithful
reviewer LinZE and to my new reviews: AngelDes1313 and also my new faithful
reviewer, Minerva of Tortall (I take it you're a New Yorker? Well, OK, I'll
lay off the Yankee stuff, but only because I value your review. Good game
today. Hey, u leave that curse out of this! lol. Anyway, no, I'm definitely
stickin' 2 the books on this one. Maybe next time it will be an AU fic, but
then again, maybe not, I dunno.. And thanks for giving the real review,
too. I appreciate it, and I'm glad u liked Minerva this way! P.S. Speedy
Gonzales, lmao! Ahhh, that made my night. Thanks again for the other
awesome comments, it's a good thing I read the first one and didn't
automatically think, "Grrrrr, Yankee fan!" and blow ya off. Just Kidding! I
would never do that to a review!) So, go on already! Read it, what're you
waiting for me for?! Quit listening to me and READ!!!!
Disclaimer: I'm running out of creative and funny ways to say: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!! I wish I did, but then again, I'm happy I don't, because then I couldn't be such a big fan. :D
Molly Weasley was doing something that few other wizards would ever be caught doing: washing the dishes by hand. Oh, no, she didn't usually do it; there were far too many people living in her household for her to do it all the time. But on a night like this, when it was just she and Arthur, and her entire family wasn't home, she really didn't mind. It was rather peaceful.
She smiled as she remembered the look on his face when he walked through the door. She knew that he would immediately be nervous, thinking to have forgotten some important date. Her assumptions were confirmed as he stuttered,
"Ha-Happy anniversary, dearest."
She smiled and shook her head.
"It's not our anniversary, dear. I just thought I'd do something nice for you, because you've been working so very hard."
"Oh, ok. Well, let's go and eat, and I can, umm, make it up to you later," he said, and took her hand and led her toward the kitchen.
Candles lit the entire hallway leading to the kitchen, which was adorned with blinking lights lining the walls. Roses in the center of the table accented the good china that she had taken out to use, with the golden-colored border and the small roses decorating the middle parts. Neither noticed the old Grandfather clock on the wall whose hand representing Ginny had turned from 'school' to 'mortal peril.'
"Go on, sit down," she urged, pushing him toward the chair. He could tell that she had made his favorite: roast pork with homemade mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, and homemade applesauce. He especially loved the applesauce.
Ten minutes later, he was stuffing his face merrily with pork and applesauce.
"I have the best wife ever!" he exclaimed, jumping up and spinning her around in circles. He had just spotted the big double-chocolate cake she had made.
She laughed and yelled in mock-anger, "Arthur Weasley, put me DOWN," to which he agreed, but not without another plan in mind. Holding onto her wrist as she turned away, he spun her back to himself and held her tightly for a minute or two. He looked down at her for a moment, then kissed her lightly.
She pulled away, looked at him for another second, and then kissed him back, this time with more force behind it. After a bit, he pulled away slowly and she whispered,
"So how about that cake?"
The dishes were just about done; all she had left to wash was their dinner plates. She picked them up and began to wonder just where Arthur had gotten to, when an owl flew into the window, carrying a letter sealed with the Hogwarts crest.
"Just what have those boys gotten themselves into now?!" she said to herself, taking the letter from the animal's beak. Just as this owl flew out of the window, another glided in, this time carrying a letter, she recognized, with the handwriting of her eldest son attending Hogwarts, Percy. She opened the letter from Hogwarts first, meeting Minerva McGonagall's handwriting, a little messier than it usually seemed.
"Strange," she thought to herself as she began to read:
Arthur and Molly,
I wish I could be writing to you under better circumstances, but unfortunately, I cannot. As you may or may not know, several Hogwarts students-specifically, muggle-born children-have been attacked and Petrified by an unknown monster in the school. It is with my deepest sympathy and regret that I inform you that the latest attack has not followed this pattern, but it is indeed your daughter Virginia that was the latest victim. A note was left saying that the monster has taken her straight to the Chamber of Secrets itself.
Molly, Arthur, I am so sorry. Please, come to Hogwarts so we can speak in person.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Acting Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Emitting a loud sob, Molly Weasley collapsed to the kitchen floor in tears. Her husband, surprised by the sudden noise, immediately glanced up at the Grandfather clock, but gasped when he saw something he had never expected: the hand representing his daughter Ginny currently lay on 'mortal peril' and was growing dimmer. This could have only one meaning: she was dying. Without another thought, and blinded by forming tears, he rushed to go and console his wife.
A/N 2: Whoo, I'm an updating machine, baby! lol. Ok, you know the routine, but in case you forget, REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks! Ok, I just finished watching Hitler, Rise of Evil so I'm off to bed! (Feel special, I typed this up during the commercials) so. NIGHTY-NIGHT! BTW: this chapter was my big idea, hope you liked it! I tried to throw in some fluff for ya, but the next chapter will have some AD/MM, for real this time. TOODALOO!
A/N 3: I typed this last night, before ff.net started 2 act DUMB BEYOND REASON!!! So here you go, since it wouldn't let me upload last night. But it's here now, safe and sound. Enjoy! P.S. Ok, I'll leave this up for now, but I am definitely re-posting it when someone answers me this: how does one make the words italicized in word document, and make them STAY italicized, after one uploads? Please answer, because all the past-parts of this chapter are in italics, and it's confusing if they're not. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I'm running out of creative and funny ways to say: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!! I wish I did, but then again, I'm happy I don't, because then I couldn't be such a big fan. :D
Molly Weasley was doing something that few other wizards would ever be caught doing: washing the dishes by hand. Oh, no, she didn't usually do it; there were far too many people living in her household for her to do it all the time. But on a night like this, when it was just she and Arthur, and her entire family wasn't home, she really didn't mind. It was rather peaceful.
She smiled as she remembered the look on his face when he walked through the door. She knew that he would immediately be nervous, thinking to have forgotten some important date. Her assumptions were confirmed as he stuttered,
"Ha-Happy anniversary, dearest."
She smiled and shook her head.
"It's not our anniversary, dear. I just thought I'd do something nice for you, because you've been working so very hard."
"Oh, ok. Well, let's go and eat, and I can, umm, make it up to you later," he said, and took her hand and led her toward the kitchen.
Candles lit the entire hallway leading to the kitchen, which was adorned with blinking lights lining the walls. Roses in the center of the table accented the good china that she had taken out to use, with the golden-colored border and the small roses decorating the middle parts. Neither noticed the old Grandfather clock on the wall whose hand representing Ginny had turned from 'school' to 'mortal peril.'
"Go on, sit down," she urged, pushing him toward the chair. He could tell that she had made his favorite: roast pork with homemade mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, and homemade applesauce. He especially loved the applesauce.
Ten minutes later, he was stuffing his face merrily with pork and applesauce.
"I have the best wife ever!" he exclaimed, jumping up and spinning her around in circles. He had just spotted the big double-chocolate cake she had made.
She laughed and yelled in mock-anger, "Arthur Weasley, put me DOWN," to which he agreed, but not without another plan in mind. Holding onto her wrist as she turned away, he spun her back to himself and held her tightly for a minute or two. He looked down at her for a moment, then kissed her lightly.
She pulled away, looked at him for another second, and then kissed him back, this time with more force behind it. After a bit, he pulled away slowly and she whispered,
"So how about that cake?"
The dishes were just about done; all she had left to wash was their dinner plates. She picked them up and began to wonder just where Arthur had gotten to, when an owl flew into the window, carrying a letter sealed with the Hogwarts crest.
"Just what have those boys gotten themselves into now?!" she said to herself, taking the letter from the animal's beak. Just as this owl flew out of the window, another glided in, this time carrying a letter, she recognized, with the handwriting of her eldest son attending Hogwarts, Percy. She opened the letter from Hogwarts first, meeting Minerva McGonagall's handwriting, a little messier than it usually seemed.
"Strange," she thought to herself as she began to read:
Arthur and Molly,
I wish I could be writing to you under better circumstances, but unfortunately, I cannot. As you may or may not know, several Hogwarts students-specifically, muggle-born children-have been attacked and Petrified by an unknown monster in the school. It is with my deepest sympathy and regret that I inform you that the latest attack has not followed this pattern, but it is indeed your daughter Virginia that was the latest victim. A note was left saying that the monster has taken her straight to the Chamber of Secrets itself.
Molly, Arthur, I am so sorry. Please, come to Hogwarts so we can speak in person.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Acting Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Emitting a loud sob, Molly Weasley collapsed to the kitchen floor in tears. Her husband, surprised by the sudden noise, immediately glanced up at the Grandfather clock, but gasped when he saw something he had never expected: the hand representing his daughter Ginny currently lay on 'mortal peril' and was growing dimmer. This could have only one meaning: she was dying. Without another thought, and blinded by forming tears, he rushed to go and console his wife.
A/N 2: Whoo, I'm an updating machine, baby! lol. Ok, you know the routine, but in case you forget, REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks! Ok, I just finished watching Hitler, Rise of Evil so I'm off to bed! (Feel special, I typed this up during the commercials) so. NIGHTY-NIGHT! BTW: this chapter was my big idea, hope you liked it! I tried to throw in some fluff for ya, but the next chapter will have some AD/MM, for real this time. TOODALOO!
A/N 3: I typed this last night, before ff.net started 2 act DUMB BEYOND REASON!!! So here you go, since it wouldn't let me upload last night. But it's here now, safe and sound. Enjoy! P.S. Ok, I'll leave this up for now, but I am definitely re-posting it when someone answers me this: how does one make the words italicized in word document, and make them STAY italicized, after one uploads? Please answer, because all the past-parts of this chapter are in italics, and it's confusing if they're not. Thanks!