Chapter 2:
The Burrow
Harry walked down the staircase and dropped his trunk on the floor. Uncle Vernon was reading the weekly paper. He noticed Harry walk in, but he just looked from his paper and grunted. He looked back down at the paper and turned the page.
Harry was about to walk over to the table and eat breakfast when a knock was heard at the door. Harry walked over and grabbed the handle tightly as he opened the door.
A grown man with bright red hair walked in the door. He was dressed in his usual, not necessarily dressy, clothes. The Weasley's were not the richest wizarding family known.
"Why hello Harry, how have you been?" asked Mr. Weasley as he walked in.
"I have been just fine sir," Harry replied.
"Great, Great. Absolutely fabulous," said Mr. Weasley. "Well, we really ought to be going." He leaned down closer to Harry. "Dumbledore said I must get you home quickly. He doesn't want anyone to know you are with us."
Harry new right away that he was referring to Lord Voldemort, the Dark Magic wizard who has been after him since he caused him to lose all of his powers when he was only a toddler. He had come back to his powers during the last school year.
Harry looked outside and noticed no car and no broom. He assumed that Mr. Weasley had apparated here.
Dudley, Harry's fat and really annoying cousin, had just then come downstairs to eat breakfast. He wiped his eyes and looked suddenly at Mr. Weasley. His eyes grew and he looked as though he had seen a ghost. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he was frightened because of the dreadful experience he had last year with the Ton-Tongue Toffee. Dudley turned around fast and ran upstairs with his hands over his mouth.
Harry had to fight to keep himself from falling on the floor laughing. He was about to ask Uncle Vernon something when he had thought of something else.
"Mr. Weasley, um. how are we supposed to get home?" he asked.
"Oh, right," Mr. Weasley said. "I have brought some floo powder for you and I will apparate home. No problem."
He then reached I his pocket and took out a sack with strings hanging down from the sides. He opened carefully and gave it to Harry. Harry had become used to this by now, so he had no doubts in his mind. He put his hand in the bag and took a handful of powder. He then grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and proceeded to the fireplace. He stepped inside and placed his hand that held the floo powder in the air.
"The Burrow," Harry said very loud and clearly.
A big flame of huge green fire engulfed him. Everything around him was spinning. He was flying around until.
"Oh my god!" screamed a familiar voice.
Harry landed with a loud thump in the middle of the Burrow. His trunk landed beside, but there was no sign of Hedwig. He looked up the chimney, and not a second later, Hedwig came down and landed right on top of Harry. He reached for his glasses that had apparently fallen off as he fell down. He put them on only to discover that they had a big crack right down the middle on the left lens.
Harry looked around to see Ron, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Hermoine looking at him.
"Harry, are you all right?" said the usually worried Hermione.
"I am fine," he said as he dusted off his clothes.
"Harry, dear, welcome back!" said a very happy Mrs. Weasley.
Harry smiled as Ron and Hermione helped him to his feet. Mrs. Weasley had apparently found another invention of Fred of George's, so she left, yelling at them both. Hermione made a notion for Harry and Ron to follow her, so Harry grabbed his trunk and Ron grabbed Hedwig's cage. The then walked up to Ron's bedroom, which was at the very top of the house.
Hermione opened the door and led the boys inside. Harry and Ron placed Harry's things on the floor and sat on the bed next to Hermione.
"So, Hermione, your parents let you come over?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, I finally convinced them. Work was getting really busy at their office, so they decided it would be better if I came here. They thought they may have a hard time getting me to Diagon Alley this year," said Hermione.
"How was Krum's house?" asked Harry, with curiosity. He really wanted to hear about where the famous Quidditch player lived. Krum was an 18 year- old student Hermione went to the Yule Ball with last year. Ron did not seem to pleased to hear all of this. He slightly fidgeted in his seat and cleared his throat rather loudly.
"I didn't go. Last year when I talked to him before we got on the carriages, I told him it would be too hard to keep in touch, but that we could still be friends. I think I might have hurt his feelings. He looked disappointed," Hermione said as she blushed. "Harry! Your glasses are broken again. I'll fix them." Hermione got up and took out her wand. "Repairo," Hermoine said.
Harry took off his glasses and watched them repair themselves right before his eyes. He smiled at Hermoine and placed his glasses back on his eyes. Hermoine smiled back and blushed, and quickly went to fixing her hair.
As she was doing this, Harry noticed something he hadn't before. Hermoine looked oddly different. Her hair was very well managed, her face was very neat and clean, and well. she just looked more like a girl. In fact, she was very pretty. Harry couldn't help but notice how Ron kept looking at Hermoine and how she looked back at him. They would usually be fighting about something very stupid right about now, but they seemed to grow very fond of one another. Harry didn't know why Ron was so interested in Hermoine. He usually fussed about her. Harry noticed that Ron was daydreaming, so he tried to change the subject. But he didn't need to- Hermione was way ahead of him.
"I am going to go down and help your mother with lunch. See you in a bit!" said Hermione as she walked out of the door.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then slowly rose up.
"Let's play a quick game of Quidditch after lunch. Fred and George have their brooms and I managed to get a used one over the summer. It'll be fun," said Ron as they walked out of the room.
Harry turned towards his chest and took out his new carrying case. He unzipped it and took out his Firebolt, his prized procession, and walked out behind Ron.
The Burrow
Harry walked down the staircase and dropped his trunk on the floor. Uncle Vernon was reading the weekly paper. He noticed Harry walk in, but he just looked from his paper and grunted. He looked back down at the paper and turned the page.
Harry was about to walk over to the table and eat breakfast when a knock was heard at the door. Harry walked over and grabbed the handle tightly as he opened the door.
A grown man with bright red hair walked in the door. He was dressed in his usual, not necessarily dressy, clothes. The Weasley's were not the richest wizarding family known.
"Why hello Harry, how have you been?" asked Mr. Weasley as he walked in.
"I have been just fine sir," Harry replied.
"Great, Great. Absolutely fabulous," said Mr. Weasley. "Well, we really ought to be going." He leaned down closer to Harry. "Dumbledore said I must get you home quickly. He doesn't want anyone to know you are with us."
Harry new right away that he was referring to Lord Voldemort, the Dark Magic wizard who has been after him since he caused him to lose all of his powers when he was only a toddler. He had come back to his powers during the last school year.
Harry looked outside and noticed no car and no broom. He assumed that Mr. Weasley had apparated here.
Dudley, Harry's fat and really annoying cousin, had just then come downstairs to eat breakfast. He wiped his eyes and looked suddenly at Mr. Weasley. His eyes grew and he looked as though he had seen a ghost. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he was frightened because of the dreadful experience he had last year with the Ton-Tongue Toffee. Dudley turned around fast and ran upstairs with his hands over his mouth.
Harry had to fight to keep himself from falling on the floor laughing. He was about to ask Uncle Vernon something when he had thought of something else.
"Mr. Weasley, um. how are we supposed to get home?" he asked.
"Oh, right," Mr. Weasley said. "I have brought some floo powder for you and I will apparate home. No problem."
He then reached I his pocket and took out a sack with strings hanging down from the sides. He opened carefully and gave it to Harry. Harry had become used to this by now, so he had no doubts in his mind. He put his hand in the bag and took a handful of powder. He then grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and proceeded to the fireplace. He stepped inside and placed his hand that held the floo powder in the air.
"The Burrow," Harry said very loud and clearly.
A big flame of huge green fire engulfed him. Everything around him was spinning. He was flying around until.
"Oh my god!" screamed a familiar voice.
Harry landed with a loud thump in the middle of the Burrow. His trunk landed beside, but there was no sign of Hedwig. He looked up the chimney, and not a second later, Hedwig came down and landed right on top of Harry. He reached for his glasses that had apparently fallen off as he fell down. He put them on only to discover that they had a big crack right down the middle on the left lens.
Harry looked around to see Ron, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Hermoine looking at him.
"Harry, are you all right?" said the usually worried Hermione.
"I am fine," he said as he dusted off his clothes.
"Harry, dear, welcome back!" said a very happy Mrs. Weasley.
Harry smiled as Ron and Hermione helped him to his feet. Mrs. Weasley had apparently found another invention of Fred of George's, so she left, yelling at them both. Hermione made a notion for Harry and Ron to follow her, so Harry grabbed his trunk and Ron grabbed Hedwig's cage. The then walked up to Ron's bedroom, which was at the very top of the house.
Hermione opened the door and led the boys inside. Harry and Ron placed Harry's things on the floor and sat on the bed next to Hermione.
"So, Hermione, your parents let you come over?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, I finally convinced them. Work was getting really busy at their office, so they decided it would be better if I came here. They thought they may have a hard time getting me to Diagon Alley this year," said Hermione.
"How was Krum's house?" asked Harry, with curiosity. He really wanted to hear about where the famous Quidditch player lived. Krum was an 18 year- old student Hermione went to the Yule Ball with last year. Ron did not seem to pleased to hear all of this. He slightly fidgeted in his seat and cleared his throat rather loudly.
"I didn't go. Last year when I talked to him before we got on the carriages, I told him it would be too hard to keep in touch, but that we could still be friends. I think I might have hurt his feelings. He looked disappointed," Hermione said as she blushed. "Harry! Your glasses are broken again. I'll fix them." Hermione got up and took out her wand. "Repairo," Hermoine said.
Harry took off his glasses and watched them repair themselves right before his eyes. He smiled at Hermoine and placed his glasses back on his eyes. Hermoine smiled back and blushed, and quickly went to fixing her hair.
As she was doing this, Harry noticed something he hadn't before. Hermoine looked oddly different. Her hair was very well managed, her face was very neat and clean, and well. she just looked more like a girl. In fact, she was very pretty. Harry couldn't help but notice how Ron kept looking at Hermoine and how she looked back at him. They would usually be fighting about something very stupid right about now, but they seemed to grow very fond of one another. Harry didn't know why Ron was so interested in Hermoine. He usually fussed about her. Harry noticed that Ron was daydreaming, so he tried to change the subject. But he didn't need to- Hermione was way ahead of him.
"I am going to go down and help your mother with lunch. See you in a bit!" said Hermione as she walked out of the door.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then slowly rose up.
"Let's play a quick game of Quidditch after lunch. Fred and George have their brooms and I managed to get a used one over the summer. It'll be fun," said Ron as they walked out of the room.
Harry turned towards his chest and took out his new carrying case. He unzipped it and took out his Firebolt, his prized procession, and walked out behind Ron.
