chapter 5: The Weasley's

The rest of the ride when pretty peacefully, and it turned out that the invisibilty feature did work better than the last one. It was a few hours later when they arrived at the Burrow, and it looked just the same as Harry remembered it, except for one thing.

"Is there another level on your house?"

"Yes there is, Harry, that's your room." Mrs. Weasley said.

"You gave me my own room?"

"We figured that if you came to spend every summer over here, you might as well have your own room."

"Well, I hope it wasn't to much trouble."

"Of course not, Harry."

"I had alot of fun." Mr. Weasley said with a childish grin.

Harry went inside and went immediately up to Ron's room, where he was sitting on his bed, playing chess with himself. Harry picked up his tiny trunk, which no one had brought back to normal yet, and threw at the back of his head.

"Ow! Fred, I'm gonna" He turned around "Harry! What are you doing here?"

"Well, that's a warm welcome." Harry said, acting offended. "I think I'll just get my things and go." He picked up his tiny trunk and turned towards the door.

"Oh, shut up, Harry." Ron said

"So, what's going on?"

"I was just going out of my mind with boredom."

"Well, here's an idea; let's play Quidditch."

"Na, me on that old pile of junk and you on that Firebolt, it wouldn't be any fun."

"Not real Quidditch. Hold on a second, I still need my trunk to be enlarged. Where's Percy?"

"He's at the ministry,trying to act important."

"Oh, I see. Where would your mum be?"

He took a quick glance out the window. "She's in the garden."

"Thanks, I'll be right back." with that he shot off down the stairs and into the Weasley's small garden.

"Harry, slow down, why are you running?"

"No reason, I just need you to help me with this." He held up his tiny trunk.

"Oh, no problem. Gorgio!" The trunk grew to it's normal size. "Now, would you like me to levitate up to your room."

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks." He still had to grin at the thought of 'his' room.

He ran back up to his room, grabbed his miniature Quidditch case out of his trunk, and headed back to Ron's room.

"Look at this." He opened up the case and pu t down the Pitch and started to put out the players.

"Harry, this is wonderful!" Ron said in an amazing tone.

As soon as Harry put out the fourteen tiny Firebolts, the first string of each team grabbed them and started playing furiously. Harry had no idea how close to real life they were going to act.

Ron and Harry sat and watched them play for hours, zipping in out of their intricate forms, diving for the snitch, scoring points, it was all amazing. When time ofr dinner came around, and Mrs. Weasley called the down, they wonderd if they could leave them alone.

"Harry, can you stop them?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, this is the first time I've played with them." Harry responded, baffled by their situation.

"Well, try something, we've got to go eat."

"Um, er, STOP!" He said, rather forcefully,to the tiny players. And to his astonishment, they all landed, put away the balls, and climbed into the case.

"Well, that was simple." He said, closing the box and putting it under his arm. "Let's go eat."

He had a pretty good week. Nothing very eventful happened, except once, when Mr. Weasley came home and said that Voldemort had been spotted in London, but had escaped before anything could be done. Before he knew it, they were off to Diagon Alley, where his real plans for his winnings could unfold.

When getting to Diagon Alley by floo powder, people arrived in Eeylop's Owl Emporium, and Harry was the first one there. He left immidiately for the Quidditch shop. Ron arrived fourth, right after Fred and George.

"Fred? George? Harry? Where did everyone go?"

"They all headed of to the Quidditch shop, if I'm not mistaken." came a voice across the dark room.

"Uh, thanks." Ron said,and was immidiately off to follow.

He found Fred, George, and Harry all standing around a new broom in the middle of the store. A large sign showed what was so amazing.

LightingBolt
From the makers of the Firebolt, this new broom
comes equipped with a higher top speed, a lower turning
radius, a quicker starting speed, and a more rider-friendly hold.
(For price, ask at counter.)

"Wow." All four of them said in unison.

"Mr. Potter?" a man said.

"Oh, sorry, I got distracted."

"I'm sure you did. Here is your broom."

The man handed Harry a brand new Firebolt.

"Harry," Ron said, sounding a little ashamed "You broke your Firebolt?"

"Of course not, Ron, this is yours." He handed a totally amazed Ron the broom. "You're sure to get on the house team now."

"Harry, I can't accept this, it's way to expensive."

"Don't worry about it, I won extra money at the World Cup, and with the new LightniongBolt out, it's a whole lot cheaper. I even have enough money left over to buy the whole team new brooms."

"No need for that over here, Harry." Said George. "We've got ourselves covered." Fred came up behind him and handed him a long package, holding one for himself. "These are our new Firebolts."

"What?" harry was astonished "How can you afford Firebolts?"

"Simple." Said Fred. "Weasley's Wizard Weezes. It's become very successful, and we're quite the wealthy ones now."

Harry had a thought. "Wait, if I'm not buying you two new brooms, then. Ron, do you a spare piece of parchment and a quill?"

"Uh, yeah, here." He pulled out an old paper he had scribbled something on and a sugar-quill.

"Ew, do you have any other kind of quill?"

"No, Fred, do you have one?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, take it." He handed them a quill, obviously distracted by something.

Harry scribbled some calculations down on his parchment and gave a happy cry.

"Without paying for them, instead of buying five Nimbus 2001's, I can buy three Firebolts!"

"Harry, do you realize what this means?" Ron said. "A whole team of Firebolts! We'll be unstoppable!"

And they headed of to King's Cross Station in high spirits.