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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Four - The Magic of Floo
Sirius got Harry to quickly owl the Weasleys to let them kow they were coming shortly. Harry scribbled the note, attached it to Hedwig and sent him on his way.
Harry threw some last minute items into his trunk. Sirius grabbed Hedwig's cage with one hand and helped Harry with his trunk in the other. Sirius was halfway out Harry's bedroom door when he was stopped.
"Wait!" Harry hissed. "How are we getting there? How did YOU get here?!"
"By Floo Powder, of course!" Sirius relied a matter-of-factly.
Harry nodded. "Oh right. Well, let's be off then before Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia catches us. Who knows what Dudley would say if he woke up right now as well." How silly of him to forget about Floo Powder. Muggles usually didn't have a magic flue in their houses but the one at the Dursleys' had been rigged up by the Weasleys' years ago. Harry never remembered because he would never have had the opportunity to use it frequently while his relatives were around. Besides, Uncle Vernon had-
"But Sirius," Harry called out quietly when they were halfway down the stairs. "Uncle Vernon had boarded it up after Fred and George played that prank on Dudley."
"Don't worry Harry... It's all been taken care of," he replied calmly and reassuringly. Harry remained silent but the curiosity was driving him mad. Sirius was acting so strange and mysterious.
When the two of them had reached the Dursleys' living room where the flue was, Harry could see what Sirius had meant.
Without a single piece of wood splintered, the boards had simpley ben magically removed off to the side. They were now neatly leaning against the flue's brickwork.
"Ready? C'mon," Sirius said as he helped Harry lug his trunk into the flue with him. "I'll be right behind you with the rest of your stuff."
Harry nodded. Floo Powder always made him nervous. Butterflies already started up as he remembered the first time he trid it. He was at the Weasleys' and instead of landing in Diagon Alley, he had ended up in Knockturn Alley. Harry shuddered at the mere thought of the horrible place.
He took a handful of the Floo Powder from the pouch Sirius was offering him and held it out at arm's length. Closing his eyes and making sure he spoke quite clearly, he cried "The Weasleys' House!"
With a familiar blast of green smoke and flame, Harry was gone from Sirius' sight. Following suit, as promised, Sirius stood inside the flue. Before ransporting himself, however, he restored the boards over the opening with a quick wave of his wand.
He reached into his pouch and took out some Floo Powder. "The Weasleys' House!" he called, his voice echoing in the sealed area. A burst of flame later, he found himself next to his god son in the Weasleys' kitchen.
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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Four - The Magic of Floo
Sirius got Harry to quickly owl the Weasleys to let them kow they were coming shortly. Harry scribbled the note, attached it to Hedwig and sent him on his way.
Harry threw some last minute items into his trunk. Sirius grabbed Hedwig's cage with one hand and helped Harry with his trunk in the other. Sirius was halfway out Harry's bedroom door when he was stopped.
"Wait!" Harry hissed. "How are we getting there? How did YOU get here?!"
"By Floo Powder, of course!" Sirius relied a matter-of-factly.
Harry nodded. "Oh right. Well, let's be off then before Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia catches us. Who knows what Dudley would say if he woke up right now as well." How silly of him to forget about Floo Powder. Muggles usually didn't have a magic flue in their houses but the one at the Dursleys' had been rigged up by the Weasleys' years ago. Harry never remembered because he would never have had the opportunity to use it frequently while his relatives were around. Besides, Uncle Vernon had-
"But Sirius," Harry called out quietly when they were halfway down the stairs. "Uncle Vernon had boarded it up after Fred and George played that prank on Dudley."
"Don't worry Harry... It's all been taken care of," he replied calmly and reassuringly. Harry remained silent but the curiosity was driving him mad. Sirius was acting so strange and mysterious.
When the two of them had reached the Dursleys' living room where the flue was, Harry could see what Sirius had meant.
Without a single piece of wood splintered, the boards had simpley ben magically removed off to the side. They were now neatly leaning against the flue's brickwork.
"Ready? C'mon," Sirius said as he helped Harry lug his trunk into the flue with him. "I'll be right behind you with the rest of your stuff."
Harry nodded. Floo Powder always made him nervous. Butterflies already started up as he remembered the first time he trid it. He was at the Weasleys' and instead of landing in Diagon Alley, he had ended up in Knockturn Alley. Harry shuddered at the mere thought of the horrible place.
He took a handful of the Floo Powder from the pouch Sirius was offering him and held it out at arm's length. Closing his eyes and making sure he spoke quite clearly, he cried "The Weasleys' House!"
With a familiar blast of green smoke and flame, Harry was gone from Sirius' sight. Following suit, as promised, Sirius stood inside the flue. Before ransporting himself, however, he restored the boards over the opening with a quick wave of his wand.
He reached into his pouch and took out some Floo Powder. "The Weasleys' House!" he called, his voice echoing in the sealed area. A burst of flame later, he found himself next to his god son in the Weasleys' kitchen.