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Chapter One

At the Weasly's

It was a pleasant morning at the Weasly's burrow. Well, almost pleasant. Ron was violently shaking Harry to wake him up.

"Harry, get up, it's almost 11:00 and mom is getting ready to put lunch on the table!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry got up and Ron left the room. Harry couldn't imagine why he was getting up so late. Then he remembered how he and Ron were up till almost 2:00 in the morning talking about Quidditch. Harry got out of bed and got dressed. He brushed his dark messy hair and went downstairs.

When he got downstairs Mrs. Weasly sat him down in front of a huge plate of food.

"Eat up dear," she said and walked into the kitchen.

Harry got to his third sandwich and couldn't eat anymore. When he had finished, he and Ron went outside to practice their flying skills. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and Ron grabbed George's old broom. Harry was still a seeker but he was also Quidditch captain. Ron was a chaser, he just found out he made the team at the end of last year.

"So Harry what's on the agenda today?" Ron asked.

"Let's work on your speed, this year we need to be even faster if we want to win the cup," Harry replied as he mounted his broom.

Ron followed and they both kicked off the ground. They hovered for a moment so that Harry could explain to Ron what they were going to do.

"Alright Ron, we'll race around the yard to see how fast you are." Harry counted to three and they were off.

Harry was in the lead, he wanted to hold back, but Ron had to get faster. Ron started to catch up, but Harry was just to fast.

"Harry, you are so fast, I really need a new broom," Ron said when they got back on the ground. They did a couple more races, and then went inside to take a break.

"So how's Ron doing?" Mr. Weasly asked.

"He's getting faster," Harry replied.

Harry and Ron sat down in the living room. They were just lounging around reading magazines. While they were reading Ginny came downstairs and sat on the couch.

"Afternoon Ginny dear," said her mother.

"Afternoon mummy," she answered with a smile.

Harry smiled at her, "Hi Ginny."

Ginny didn't reply. Ginny was still upset because Harry never asked her out. She really liked him but he never returned the feelings. Harry was thinking almost the same thing. He knew she really liked him but, he was still looking for Mrs. Right. Ron broke the awkward silence and said, "So Harry, Hermione is going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, we should meet up with her."

Harry nodded, "That's a good idea. We'll need to get our books and supplies. School starts in a couple of days."

Harry was up in Ron's room packing up some things in his trunk. He was really happy to be going back to Hogwarts. Even though he didn't spend much time at the Dursley's, he was still excited about going back. He would be seeing Hermione, Seamus, Neville, and all his other friends. He wasn't looking forward to seeing Malfoy and his gang of Slytherin friends.

"So, Ron, what time did Hermione say she was going to be at Diagon Alley?" Harry asked.

"I think she said, around 12:00," Ron replied. He was excited to be going back to school as well. He was more excited about seeing Hermione. He confessed his love for her to Harry last year, but he hasn't said anything to Hermione.

Harry and Ron were once again discussing Quidditch. They were working out a whole bunch of new game plans. Ron was really excited about being on the team. He's always wanted to be on it. He was very grateful for Harry training him. If it wasn't for Harry he probably wouldn't be on the team.

"Ron," said Harry "we should probably get to sleep, we don't want to miss Mione tomorrow."

"You're right, night Harry," Ron said and turned off the light.

"Night Ron," Harry returned and they both went to bed. But Harry couldn't sleep. He was too excited.