Chapter 3:A trip to remember
Early the next morning, Harry and Sirius woke to the smell of bacon.
"Are you two finally up?" Came Arabella's voice from the kitchen.
"How long have you been up?" Asked Harry.
"Two hours, I was going to wake you, but you just looked so precious."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You do know we have to pack" Sirius chuckled.
"Don't worry about it, I packed for you. Harry, your trunk is in the living room. Sirius, I've packed you a bag with some clothes and food for the trip."
"What abou t my money?"
"Don't worry about it, I took what I needed and left the rest in the sack."
"Oh, ha ha, very funny. Where is it?"
"Your bag and your money are on top of Harry's trunk. Now have some breakfast, the both of you."
So Harry and Sirius sat down for a wonderful breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and jam. And it was all very good until Sirius looked at his watch.
"Oh, Harry, we have to go, we're going ot be late. Get yout broom out of the closet."
"I've just had a thought, Sirus. How could you have brought a broom in dog form?"
"Like this." He whipped out his wand in his left hand and a twig in his right. "Gorgio" he said and the twig grew into his Firebolt.
"That's very clever."
"Why thank you, now let me help you with that." He said, indicating Harry's trunk.
He preformed a series of charms, in which Harry's trunk became feather- light, very small, and magicaly bonded to the front of his broom.
"Now get going, the both of you." Arabella said
"Alright, already, we're going." Sirius said
"Goodbye, Arabella." Harry said
"Goodbye Harry!" Doris called from the kitchen
**Forgot she was here didn't you?**
"Goodbye Doris!" Harry yelled back
Harry and Sirius jumped on their brooms and shot off into the sky, going straight above the clouds to keep cover.
It was one of the most exciting trips of Harry's life, possibly better than his first ride to Hogwarts. They raced, but it was useless, since they were both on Firebolts, and they were both equally matched in experience. They played a game of sky weaver, a game they made up, in which they flew in and out of a gaggle of geese. They make only two stops; one as a break before having to fly over the ocean, and once in London to get some money from Gringott's.
"How much did you get, Sirius?" Harry asked after their stop in Diagon Alley.
"All of it."
"Why all of it?"
"There's lots to buy at a World Cup match."
Harry knew that. He had a personal experience with the amount of things they sold at the match.
"You know what I'm going to get?" Harry said
"What's that, Harry?"
"I'm going to get little figurines of all of the players, so I can imitate a quidditch match perfectly."
"That sounds like a great thing to have for practice at school."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it."
"Look at that. The Irish coastline." They had just come up on a beautiful beach,and Harry was surprised to see Sirius start to angle down towards it.
"Sirius, we can't land, people will see us."
"Harry, you didn't use our time int he sky to look around, there isn't a single person within three miles of here."
"Well, if your sure."
"I am"
"Okay"
And with that, they landed.
"How are supposed to get there if we aren't flying?"
"We get there" He started down the beach while he said this, and then stopped deadand picked up a pierced floatie. "With this. Hold on to your broom, Harry."
Harry felt that familiar tup behind his navel as he swireled around and around. Finally, just as he started to feel sick, they stopped.
"Here we are, Harry, the World Cup."
Early the next morning, Harry and Sirius woke to the smell of bacon.
"Are you two finally up?" Came Arabella's voice from the kitchen.
"How long have you been up?" Asked Harry.
"Two hours, I was going to wake you, but you just looked so precious."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You do know we have to pack" Sirius chuckled.
"Don't worry about it, I packed for you. Harry, your trunk is in the living room. Sirius, I've packed you a bag with some clothes and food for the trip."
"What abou t my money?"
"Don't worry about it, I took what I needed and left the rest in the sack."
"Oh, ha ha, very funny. Where is it?"
"Your bag and your money are on top of Harry's trunk. Now have some breakfast, the both of you."
So Harry and Sirius sat down for a wonderful breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and jam. And it was all very good until Sirius looked at his watch.
"Oh, Harry, we have to go, we're going ot be late. Get yout broom out of the closet."
"I've just had a thought, Sirus. How could you have brought a broom in dog form?"
"Like this." He whipped out his wand in his left hand and a twig in his right. "Gorgio" he said and the twig grew into his Firebolt.
"That's very clever."
"Why thank you, now let me help you with that." He said, indicating Harry's trunk.
He preformed a series of charms, in which Harry's trunk became feather- light, very small, and magicaly bonded to the front of his broom.
"Now get going, the both of you." Arabella said
"Alright, already, we're going." Sirius said
"Goodbye, Arabella." Harry said
"Goodbye Harry!" Doris called from the kitchen
**Forgot she was here didn't you?**
"Goodbye Doris!" Harry yelled back
Harry and Sirius jumped on their brooms and shot off into the sky, going straight above the clouds to keep cover.
It was one of the most exciting trips of Harry's life, possibly better than his first ride to Hogwarts. They raced, but it was useless, since they were both on Firebolts, and they were both equally matched in experience. They played a game of sky weaver, a game they made up, in which they flew in and out of a gaggle of geese. They make only two stops; one as a break before having to fly over the ocean, and once in London to get some money from Gringott's.
"How much did you get, Sirius?" Harry asked after their stop in Diagon Alley.
"All of it."
"Why all of it?"
"There's lots to buy at a World Cup match."
Harry knew that. He had a personal experience with the amount of things they sold at the match.
"You know what I'm going to get?" Harry said
"What's that, Harry?"
"I'm going to get little figurines of all of the players, so I can imitate a quidditch match perfectly."
"That sounds like a great thing to have for practice at school."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it."
"Look at that. The Irish coastline." They had just come up on a beautiful beach,and Harry was surprised to see Sirius start to angle down towards it.
"Sirius, we can't land, people will see us."
"Harry, you didn't use our time int he sky to look around, there isn't a single person within three miles of here."
"Well, if your sure."
"I am"
"Okay"
And with that, they landed.
"How are supposed to get there if we aren't flying?"
"We get there" He started down the beach while he said this, and then stopped deadand picked up a pierced floatie. "With this. Hold on to your broom, Harry."
Harry felt that familiar tup behind his navel as he swireled around and around. Finally, just as he started to feel sick, they stopped.
"Here we are, Harry, the World Cup."
