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Harry woke early that morning. His joints ached as he sat up in his bed and reached for his glasses. He looked at Ron, who was still in a deep slumber and snoring softly, and got up. He made his way downstairs, still groggy as ever and still thinking of Julianne. He found Mrs. Weasly getting plates from the cub bored as sausage, bacon, eggs, and among other things quietly sizzled in the frying pan. Mrs. Weasly noticed Harry's entrance and smiled.
"Morning Harry," She beamed as she set a stack of plates on the counter, "I trust you slept well." Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasly, he felt as if she was the mother he never had. Full of joy and happiness, even in the bleakest of days. As well as earliest of mornings.
"Morning Mrs. Weasly," Harry said and walked over towards her, "here let me help you with those." he said picking up the stack of plates and bringing them over to the table.
"Your too sweet Harry Dear," she commented and turned her attention back to the sizzling bacon. As Harry was setting the table, Percy suddenly apparated at the table.
"Morning Harry," he said in a chipper voice, causing Harry to jump and to drop a plate. Percy was now 21 years of age and living on his own, but still frequented the Weasly Home. Mrs. Weasly looked over and placed her hands on her hips.
"Percy Weasly! What have I told you? Do not sneak up on people like that!" Mrs. Weasly pointed her wand towards the floor and muttered "repairo" the broken pieces magically came back together and repair it's self. Harry picked the plate off the floor and dusted it off, setting it on the table.
"Sorry mum," Percy said and picked up the Daily Prophet from the table, "Dear, Dear, dear" he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Harry asked.
"More deaths," Percy said, handing the paper to him, Harry looked at the front and felt his jaw drop.
The Headline said, "Voldemort Strikes Again" and below showed pictures of maybe 15 or 20 people on the street, all in a crippled heap. Harry began reading the article.
More deaths this morning. 18 people, 13 muggles and 5 wizards were found dead along Fox Hound Road. Apparently all were killed with the same curse, Avada Kedavra. One survivor, a wizard named Nickoli Donzimmer, said she saw, "an army of death eaters. Killing people left and right. Cursing anything and anyone whom stood in their way and Voldemort lead the way," tears began to stream down her face but she continued, "this horrible, horrible look on his face. Anger and Bliss all mixed into one. Horrible site, just awful." No word yet from the ministry of magic of what they plan to do about this unfortunate event.
Harry swallowed the tears the came to his eyes and quietly handed the paper back to Percy. He, resentfully, rolled up the paper and placed it off to the side. An errie silence fell over the once happy kitchen. Harry sat down in the chair and quietly traced the line of his plate. Mrs. Weasly bit her lip as she looked over at him.
"Well it's a beautiful day out today," she said, trying to break the heavy sadness, "Er- maybe you, Ron, and the twins can go out and play a little game of quidditch?" Harry looked out the window, she was right, it was a beautiful day. Perfect conditions for a friendly quidditch match. 'I shouldn't let this bother me, If he gets to me he's already won. Harry, just forget about it.' he thought to himself.
"Your right Mrs. Weasly," He said looking up at her and smiled, "It is a beautiful day." Mrs. Weasly smiled as she began to serve up breakfast. Soon the rest of the family, including Hermoine, came down and joined them. The table was once again filled with happy talk and laughter. Around noon, Harry had talked Ron and the Twins into that game of quidditch. Hermoine and Ginny tagged along, just to watch. Hermoine still had her fear of flying and Ginny's broom was still being repaired after she lost control of it and flew into a tree.
The Girls sat off to the side as the boys began to play. Harry had brought his own Quidditch set, the one he received for his 16th birthday from his old friend Oliver Wood. It began at first Ron and Harry vs. George and Fred. Then switched to Fred and Harry vs. George and Ron. Later it was George and Harry vs. Ron and Fred. By 4:00 that afternoon, the boys were exhausted. Fred and George excused themselves as they headed back to the burrow, claiming they both had to get ready for their dates with Angelina and Alicia. Harry, Ron, Hermoine, and Ginny sat underneath a near by tree and soaked up the day.
At the same moment, in The Weasly's attic, Julianne sat at her usual window ciel. Looking sadly out the window. She had been watching them play all afternoon, wanting so badly to join them. Silver beads fell from her eyes as she reminisced in memories of her playing quidditch, in what seemed so long ago. Harry looked up at the window and saw her ghostly figure.
"Ron, I want to help her," Harry told his friend, who had his eyes closed.
"Help who?" he asked grumpily.
"Julianne, I want to help her," Harry repeated. Ron opened his eyes and looked over at him.
"Who's Julianne?" Hermoine asked.
"The ghoul in Ron's attic," Harry told her, then an idea suddenly popped into his head. "Say, have you guys ever hear of a Ouija board?"
*Maybe I can twist some humor into this, let's try shall we? Hope you enjoyed! If you wish to contact me my e-mail is Javajavajavaxx@aol.com. Please leave a review on your way out! Thanks - Nicki *
Harry woke early that morning. His joints ached as he sat up in his bed and reached for his glasses. He looked at Ron, who was still in a deep slumber and snoring softly, and got up. He made his way downstairs, still groggy as ever and still thinking of Julianne. He found Mrs. Weasly getting plates from the cub bored as sausage, bacon, eggs, and among other things quietly sizzled in the frying pan. Mrs. Weasly noticed Harry's entrance and smiled.
"Morning Harry," She beamed as she set a stack of plates on the counter, "I trust you slept well." Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasly, he felt as if she was the mother he never had. Full of joy and happiness, even in the bleakest of days. As well as earliest of mornings.
"Morning Mrs. Weasly," Harry said and walked over towards her, "here let me help you with those." he said picking up the stack of plates and bringing them over to the table.
"Your too sweet Harry Dear," she commented and turned her attention back to the sizzling bacon. As Harry was setting the table, Percy suddenly apparated at the table.
"Morning Harry," he said in a chipper voice, causing Harry to jump and to drop a plate. Percy was now 21 years of age and living on his own, but still frequented the Weasly Home. Mrs. Weasly looked over and placed her hands on her hips.
"Percy Weasly! What have I told you? Do not sneak up on people like that!" Mrs. Weasly pointed her wand towards the floor and muttered "repairo" the broken pieces magically came back together and repair it's self. Harry picked the plate off the floor and dusted it off, setting it on the table.
"Sorry mum," Percy said and picked up the Daily Prophet from the table, "Dear, Dear, dear" he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Harry asked.
"More deaths," Percy said, handing the paper to him, Harry looked at the front and felt his jaw drop.
The Headline said, "Voldemort Strikes Again" and below showed pictures of maybe 15 or 20 people on the street, all in a crippled heap. Harry began reading the article.
More deaths this morning. 18 people, 13 muggles and 5 wizards were found dead along Fox Hound Road. Apparently all were killed with the same curse, Avada Kedavra. One survivor, a wizard named Nickoli Donzimmer, said she saw, "an army of death eaters. Killing people left and right. Cursing anything and anyone whom stood in their way and Voldemort lead the way," tears began to stream down her face but she continued, "this horrible, horrible look on his face. Anger and Bliss all mixed into one. Horrible site, just awful." No word yet from the ministry of magic of what they plan to do about this unfortunate event.
Harry swallowed the tears the came to his eyes and quietly handed the paper back to Percy. He, resentfully, rolled up the paper and placed it off to the side. An errie silence fell over the once happy kitchen. Harry sat down in the chair and quietly traced the line of his plate. Mrs. Weasly bit her lip as she looked over at him.
"Well it's a beautiful day out today," she said, trying to break the heavy sadness, "Er- maybe you, Ron, and the twins can go out and play a little game of quidditch?" Harry looked out the window, she was right, it was a beautiful day. Perfect conditions for a friendly quidditch match. 'I shouldn't let this bother me, If he gets to me he's already won. Harry, just forget about it.' he thought to himself.
"Your right Mrs. Weasly," He said looking up at her and smiled, "It is a beautiful day." Mrs. Weasly smiled as she began to serve up breakfast. Soon the rest of the family, including Hermoine, came down and joined them. The table was once again filled with happy talk and laughter. Around noon, Harry had talked Ron and the Twins into that game of quidditch. Hermoine and Ginny tagged along, just to watch. Hermoine still had her fear of flying and Ginny's broom was still being repaired after she lost control of it and flew into a tree.
The Girls sat off to the side as the boys began to play. Harry had brought his own Quidditch set, the one he received for his 16th birthday from his old friend Oliver Wood. It began at first Ron and Harry vs. George and Fred. Then switched to Fred and Harry vs. George and Ron. Later it was George and Harry vs. Ron and Fred. By 4:00 that afternoon, the boys were exhausted. Fred and George excused themselves as they headed back to the burrow, claiming they both had to get ready for their dates with Angelina and Alicia. Harry, Ron, Hermoine, and Ginny sat underneath a near by tree and soaked up the day.
At the same moment, in The Weasly's attic, Julianne sat at her usual window ciel. Looking sadly out the window. She had been watching them play all afternoon, wanting so badly to join them. Silver beads fell from her eyes as she reminisced in memories of her playing quidditch, in what seemed so long ago. Harry looked up at the window and saw her ghostly figure.
"Ron, I want to help her," Harry told his friend, who had his eyes closed.
"Help who?" he asked grumpily.
"Julianne, I want to help her," Harry repeated. Ron opened his eyes and looked over at him.
"Who's Julianne?" Hermoine asked.
"The ghoul in Ron's attic," Harry told her, then an idea suddenly popped into his head. "Say, have you guys ever hear of a Ouija board?"
*Maybe I can twist some humor into this, let's try shall we? Hope you enjoyed! If you wish to contact me my e-mail is Javajavajavaxx@aol.com. Please leave a review on your way out! Thanks - Nicki *