The Lamp.
Chapter 1: The Burrow Again.
Harry Potter awoke with a start one morning in July when his best friend Ron Weasley hurled a cushion at his head, "Oy, Happy Birthday mate!" Ron shouted across the vibrantly coloured room. "Eh? Oh.thanks" Harry murmured as he searched for his glasses. "Hurry up" Ron said as he pulled on his bright orange Chudley Cannons dressing gown Harry had bought him for Christmas the previous year, "Sirius'll be arriving soon." Ron couldn't have had better timing, because just at that point Mrs. Weasley shouted up the stairs, "Harry, Ron, he's here,"
Harry pulled back the covers of the camp bed, which had been put up the week before, to find a pile of parcels waiting to be unwrapped. "Harry those can wait," Ron said making his way to the door, "you haven't seen Sirius since his name was cleared."
This was true, Harry thought to himself, the last time he saw Sirius was in Dumbledore's office before the end of the school year. A week after they had finish their exams, Harry was told to see Professor Dumbledore to talk about the capture of Peter Pettigrew and the fact that he could finally go and live with his godfather. Both Harry and Sirius had been over the moon with happiness, but the dream had quickly faded. Sirius realised that he still didn't own a house.
Harry told him that he didn't have any possessions at Privet drive and asked Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley if he could live at The Burrow until Sirius managed to find somewhere to live. Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore had agreed and Harry, instead of waiting for the Dursleys to pick him up, just went back to The Burrow with Ron, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, Ron's little sister.
Harry and Ron walked down into the small, dimly lit room that was the kitchen and saw Sirius dusting all the soot off his robes. Harry realised that this must have been his first floo powder trip for a long time. Harry chuckled as he remembered his first floo powder experience and had ended up in Knockturn Alley, the worst place that "the boy who lived" could end up.
Mrs. Weasley was welcoming Sirius when he spotted Harry. "What took you so long?" Sirius asked in mock outrage that would have out done Fred and George, Ron's older twin brothers.
Smiling broadly, Harry hugged his godfather, "I saw you on the muggle news the other day." Harry told him. "How on earth did you do that? No muggle inventions should work round here." Sirius looked puzzled for a split second, turned to Mrs. Weasley and rolled his eyes. "Arthur," they said in unison. "I'm not surprised," Sirius laughed, "He was always tinkering away with muggle stuff, I knew him at Hogwarts." "You.. you knew my dad at Hogwarts?" Ron asked looking from Sirius to his mother and back. "Yes I knew Arthur, he was three years above me and James, I don't think there was anyone in Gryffindor who didn't know your dad!" "WHAT!" "It's true we all thought him to be a bit mad." Mrs. Weasley stifling back a laugh, "and then I married him and I realised, he IS mad." Mrs. Weasley finished.
Harry couldn't help laughing he looked at Ron, who grinned broadly, "At least we know where you get it from now," Ron started laughing too. It was only when Ginny walked in with nothing on but her nightshirt when they all stopped abruptly. "Ginny Weasley," she heard her mother scream, "what on earth do you think you are doing down here dressed like that!?!" "I only came down to ask if you'd seen my.." But Ginny suddenly froze her eyes falling onto Harry who was blushing just as bright as Ron's hair. Ginny suddenly went bright pink and ran back up the stairs; a minute later they heard a door slam shut.
"I'll go up and talk to her mum" Ron said putting down his piece of toast, but before he had even reached the bottom of the stairs Harry pulled him back and said, "No I'll go. After all it's me she's worried of," and with that Harry ran up the stairs and knocked on Ginny's door. "Gin, it's me, it's Harry," "Harry!" He realised her voice sounded squeakier than when she was talking to Mrs. Weasley. "Gin' can I come in?" "Er hang on a sec." She quickly tidied her room. "You can come in now" Ginny realised just as Harry opened the door that she had still only got her nightshirt on. But it was to late Harry had stepped into her room and closed the door.
Chapter 1: The Burrow Again.
Harry Potter awoke with a start one morning in July when his best friend Ron Weasley hurled a cushion at his head, "Oy, Happy Birthday mate!" Ron shouted across the vibrantly coloured room. "Eh? Oh.thanks" Harry murmured as he searched for his glasses. "Hurry up" Ron said as he pulled on his bright orange Chudley Cannons dressing gown Harry had bought him for Christmas the previous year, "Sirius'll be arriving soon." Ron couldn't have had better timing, because just at that point Mrs. Weasley shouted up the stairs, "Harry, Ron, he's here,"
Harry pulled back the covers of the camp bed, which had been put up the week before, to find a pile of parcels waiting to be unwrapped. "Harry those can wait," Ron said making his way to the door, "you haven't seen Sirius since his name was cleared."
This was true, Harry thought to himself, the last time he saw Sirius was in Dumbledore's office before the end of the school year. A week after they had finish their exams, Harry was told to see Professor Dumbledore to talk about the capture of Peter Pettigrew and the fact that he could finally go and live with his godfather. Both Harry and Sirius had been over the moon with happiness, but the dream had quickly faded. Sirius realised that he still didn't own a house.
Harry told him that he didn't have any possessions at Privet drive and asked Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley if he could live at The Burrow until Sirius managed to find somewhere to live. Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore had agreed and Harry, instead of waiting for the Dursleys to pick him up, just went back to The Burrow with Ron, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, Ron's little sister.
Harry and Ron walked down into the small, dimly lit room that was the kitchen and saw Sirius dusting all the soot off his robes. Harry realised that this must have been his first floo powder trip for a long time. Harry chuckled as he remembered his first floo powder experience and had ended up in Knockturn Alley, the worst place that "the boy who lived" could end up.
Mrs. Weasley was welcoming Sirius when he spotted Harry. "What took you so long?" Sirius asked in mock outrage that would have out done Fred and George, Ron's older twin brothers.
Smiling broadly, Harry hugged his godfather, "I saw you on the muggle news the other day." Harry told him. "How on earth did you do that? No muggle inventions should work round here." Sirius looked puzzled for a split second, turned to Mrs. Weasley and rolled his eyes. "Arthur," they said in unison. "I'm not surprised," Sirius laughed, "He was always tinkering away with muggle stuff, I knew him at Hogwarts." "You.. you knew my dad at Hogwarts?" Ron asked looking from Sirius to his mother and back. "Yes I knew Arthur, he was three years above me and James, I don't think there was anyone in Gryffindor who didn't know your dad!" "WHAT!" "It's true we all thought him to be a bit mad." Mrs. Weasley stifling back a laugh, "and then I married him and I realised, he IS mad." Mrs. Weasley finished.
Harry couldn't help laughing he looked at Ron, who grinned broadly, "At least we know where you get it from now," Ron started laughing too. It was only when Ginny walked in with nothing on but her nightshirt when they all stopped abruptly. "Ginny Weasley," she heard her mother scream, "what on earth do you think you are doing down here dressed like that!?!" "I only came down to ask if you'd seen my.." But Ginny suddenly froze her eyes falling onto Harry who was blushing just as bright as Ron's hair. Ginny suddenly went bright pink and ran back up the stairs; a minute later they heard a door slam shut.
"I'll go up and talk to her mum" Ron said putting down his piece of toast, but before he had even reached the bottom of the stairs Harry pulled him back and said, "No I'll go. After all it's me she's worried of," and with that Harry ran up the stairs and knocked on Ginny's door. "Gin, it's me, it's Harry," "Harry!" He realised her voice sounded squeakier than when she was talking to Mrs. Weasley. "Gin' can I come in?" "Er hang on a sec." She quickly tidied her room. "You can come in now" Ginny realised just as Harry opened the door that she had still only got her nightshirt on. But it was to late Harry had stepped into her room and closed the door.
