*Thank you to the people who reviewed my first chapter :0) Here's a second
one for you! Note: I don't know how to count pounds so I just used ordinary
American money *
Ron opened up the creaky door to a dimly light room. There boxes upon boxes stacked to the ceiling. Labeled from "Toy Wands" to "Muggle Lamps." Harry stepped into the dust covered room, Ron took his wand out of his pocket and muttered "lumos" a small ray of light escaped from the wand's tip as the two progressed forward, "She said it should be towards the window." Ron said gesturing towards the small window on the complete other side of the attic.
Harry kept his eyes and ears open for the ghoul but nothing moved. It seemed that the dust had been settled for many years, untouched by human or ghostly hands. Him and Ron walked slowly through the mazes of boxes, when all of a sudden they both heard a box crash to the ground making them jump nearly 10 feet above the ground, feeling their hearts jump out of their chest, "What was that?" Harry asked, bent over with his hands on his knees, attempting to get his heart rate back to normal.
"Damn Ghoul," he muttered, "C'mon, she'll do that now and later," Ron said and continued walking at a quicker speed now. As the window ahead of them came more visible.
Harry noticed a very shadowy figure sitting on window ceil. Harry was instantly struck in awe, it was a girl. She looked around 17 or 18 with beautiful curly hair flowing down to her waist. Yet, a sad expression occupied her face, tiny silver beads fell from her eyes. She held her knees to her chest, resting her chin softly as she gazed out the window, "Why'd you knock that box over?" Ron asked impatiently. She turned her head and gazed at him, Harry finally got a full view of her face. She had big eyes that were tearstain, a small nose, and thin lips. Lips that looked like hadn't smiled in a long time. Suddenly, something caught Harry's eye. It was a scar, a lightening bolt shaped one on her right cheek that looked an inch long, such as the one on his forehead.
"I didn't mean to" she said in a wistful voice, just above a whisper.
"You scared us half to death," Ron said walking past her and rummaging past boxes looking for the cot. Her sad gaze met Harry.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice felt like cold water washing over Harry.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter" he said. Waiting for her reaction or her eyes to search for his infamous scar. She sadly sniffed her nose and looked back out the window.
"Oh, never heard of you," she said looking out the window.
"Y-you don't know who I am?" Harry asked curiously.
"Why? Should I?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. Before Harry could speak Ron interrupted their conversation.
"AHA! I found it" Ron said triumphly pulling out the dark blue cot from a corner. "Okay let's get out of here. This place creeps me out" Ron said, and began to walk back to the door.
"You better go." She said sadly. It took a lot of strength for Harry to tear his eyes away from her, but he did and followed Ron out of the attic. They dropped the cot off in Ginny's room and continued down stairs to the dining room.
"You find it alright?" Mrs. Weasly asked, pulling a fresh tray of brownies out of the oven.
"Yea mum," Ron said sitting at the table followed by Harry.
"I trust Julianne gave you no trouble," she asked, cutting the brownies into squares.
"Is that her name? Julianne?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Julianne Flowers. Poor deary seems so sad every time I go up there. Never tells me why." Mrs. Weasly said taking the squares and putting them onto plates and placing them in front of Harry and Ron, who both eagerly grabbed a slice, "She's always been here as well. Ever since we moved here. A year before Ron was born." She reminisced as she poured the two a glass of milk. They sat there for a few moments talking about they're soon coming 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardy and what they had done so far this summer when Mr. Weasly came busting through the door followed closely by a bushy haired young lady.
"Hermoine!" Mrs. Weasly said standing up and wrapping the small Hermoine in her large embarrass. Hermoine had grown up as well. She was 17 with her bushy hair still cascading down her back. Her baby face had now matured. Her soft brown eyes still remaining her most dominant feature. Well, besides her mouth.
"Harry Potter! You haven't sent me one letter all summer! I was worried; I thought the Durley's had locked you back up in your small cupboard." Hermoine said walking over to Harry and smacking him upside the head. Ron chuckled at his mis fortune, only to be smacked upside the head as well. "and as for you. Only one owl?" she said, sitting down in a chair as Ron's ear turned a bright red, "Boys" she muttered.
"They don't change sweetie. Not even when they get older." Mrs. Weasly smiled as Mr. Weasly came over and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. "Good Evening Sweetie"
"Evenin'" Mr. Weasly said with a smile and sat down next to Mrs. Weasly, taking off his hat and placing it on the table. "I found this young lady being dropped off by the taxi cab and decided to pay her fee." He said with a beaming smile, seemingly proud of himself.
"Yes, the fare was 35 dollars and he paid the man about 100," Hermoine said shaking her head in a disapproving matter. Harry just smiled, Mr. Weasly always had difficulty with ordinary muggle money.
"That should be about right," Ron said, taking another bite out of his brownie. Hermoine and Harry began to bust up laughing, "Wha?" he said, mouth full of brownies
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Ron opened up the creaky door to a dimly light room. There boxes upon boxes stacked to the ceiling. Labeled from "Toy Wands" to "Muggle Lamps." Harry stepped into the dust covered room, Ron took his wand out of his pocket and muttered "lumos" a small ray of light escaped from the wand's tip as the two progressed forward, "She said it should be towards the window." Ron said gesturing towards the small window on the complete other side of the attic.
Harry kept his eyes and ears open for the ghoul but nothing moved. It seemed that the dust had been settled for many years, untouched by human or ghostly hands. Him and Ron walked slowly through the mazes of boxes, when all of a sudden they both heard a box crash to the ground making them jump nearly 10 feet above the ground, feeling their hearts jump out of their chest, "What was that?" Harry asked, bent over with his hands on his knees, attempting to get his heart rate back to normal.
"Damn Ghoul," he muttered, "C'mon, she'll do that now and later," Ron said and continued walking at a quicker speed now. As the window ahead of them came more visible.
Harry noticed a very shadowy figure sitting on window ceil. Harry was instantly struck in awe, it was a girl. She looked around 17 or 18 with beautiful curly hair flowing down to her waist. Yet, a sad expression occupied her face, tiny silver beads fell from her eyes. She held her knees to her chest, resting her chin softly as she gazed out the window, "Why'd you knock that box over?" Ron asked impatiently. She turned her head and gazed at him, Harry finally got a full view of her face. She had big eyes that were tearstain, a small nose, and thin lips. Lips that looked like hadn't smiled in a long time. Suddenly, something caught Harry's eye. It was a scar, a lightening bolt shaped one on her right cheek that looked an inch long, such as the one on his forehead.
"I didn't mean to" she said in a wistful voice, just above a whisper.
"You scared us half to death," Ron said walking past her and rummaging past boxes looking for the cot. Her sad gaze met Harry.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice felt like cold water washing over Harry.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter" he said. Waiting for her reaction or her eyes to search for his infamous scar. She sadly sniffed her nose and looked back out the window.
"Oh, never heard of you," she said looking out the window.
"Y-you don't know who I am?" Harry asked curiously.
"Why? Should I?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. Before Harry could speak Ron interrupted their conversation.
"AHA! I found it" Ron said triumphly pulling out the dark blue cot from a corner. "Okay let's get out of here. This place creeps me out" Ron said, and began to walk back to the door.
"You better go." She said sadly. It took a lot of strength for Harry to tear his eyes away from her, but he did and followed Ron out of the attic. They dropped the cot off in Ginny's room and continued down stairs to the dining room.
"You find it alright?" Mrs. Weasly asked, pulling a fresh tray of brownies out of the oven.
"Yea mum," Ron said sitting at the table followed by Harry.
"I trust Julianne gave you no trouble," she asked, cutting the brownies into squares.
"Is that her name? Julianne?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Julianne Flowers. Poor deary seems so sad every time I go up there. Never tells me why." Mrs. Weasly said taking the squares and putting them onto plates and placing them in front of Harry and Ron, who both eagerly grabbed a slice, "She's always been here as well. Ever since we moved here. A year before Ron was born." She reminisced as she poured the two a glass of milk. They sat there for a few moments talking about they're soon coming 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardy and what they had done so far this summer when Mr. Weasly came busting through the door followed closely by a bushy haired young lady.
"Hermoine!" Mrs. Weasly said standing up and wrapping the small Hermoine in her large embarrass. Hermoine had grown up as well. She was 17 with her bushy hair still cascading down her back. Her baby face had now matured. Her soft brown eyes still remaining her most dominant feature. Well, besides her mouth.
"Harry Potter! You haven't sent me one letter all summer! I was worried; I thought the Durley's had locked you back up in your small cupboard." Hermoine said walking over to Harry and smacking him upside the head. Ron chuckled at his mis fortune, only to be smacked upside the head as well. "and as for you. Only one owl?" she said, sitting down in a chair as Ron's ear turned a bright red, "Boys" she muttered.
"They don't change sweetie. Not even when they get older." Mrs. Weasly smiled as Mr. Weasly came over and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. "Good Evening Sweetie"
"Evenin'" Mr. Weasly said with a smile and sat down next to Mrs. Weasly, taking off his hat and placing it on the table. "I found this young lady being dropped off by the taxi cab and decided to pay her fee." He said with a beaming smile, seemingly proud of himself.
"Yes, the fare was 35 dollars and he paid the man about 100," Hermoine said shaking her head in a disapproving matter. Harry just smiled, Mr. Weasly always had difficulty with ordinary muggle money.
"That should be about right," Ron said, taking another bite out of his brownie. Hermoine and Harry began to bust up laughing, "Wha?" he said, mouth full of brownies
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