Arriving at the burrow
Harry was asleep in bed at that time of night, when he heard the knock on the door. "Ouch, watch out!" "Get off my toe!" "Well you can talk!" The voices were from none other than the Weasleys, one of the magical families that Harry had met when he was boarding the Hogwarts express at platform 9 and 3 quarters. Harry went down stairs. He opened the door. Sure enough, the Weasleys were standing on his doorstep. "Sorry dear," whispered Mrs Weasley, "but we had to get you before the day started or else we would cause to much suspicion." "I'll go and get my things!" Said Harry happily and quickly went up the stairs. Uncle Vernon was still sleeping as Harry left. Harry placed a note on the kitchen table as he went outside. "How are we getting there?" Harry asked them as they picked up his things, taking Hedwig with extra care. "Well, Dad arranged for a fireplace to be hooked up, but one already was. Apparently an old witch died around here so we are getting back with some Floo powder." Said Ron, grinning in the moonlight. "Shh" cautioned Mr Weasley. They walked over the street, carrying all Harry's things in complete silence. Their shadows made gentle dances on the moonlit ground. They walked up to an old house that Harry had once seen from his bedroom window. He never knew that a witch, not like Mrs Figg (A squib who had watched over Harry after the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts) had lived in Little Whinging, though he knew that Wizards and Witches lived in the Muggle (Non- magical folk) world. The group walked up to the door and the trundled inside. Ron opened his robes and pulled out a terracotta pot. The emerald green Floo powder glistened in the moonlight pouring in through the doorway. "Quick," exclaimed Mrs Weasley, "We don't want to be spotted!" Harry had travelled by Floo Powder many times. It was with the Weasleys that he first used Floo Powder and had ended up in Knockturn alley. He also remembered when he had broken into Professor Umbridge's office to talk to Sirius. With this thought his scar hurt and he dropped Hedwig's cage with a crash. "Shhhhhhhh!" exclaimed Ron Why all this secrecy? Why were they so anxious to get back? And why were the twins here? Before Harry could think of an answer, the Floo powder was passed around, they all took a pinch of the powder and spoke softly but clearly 'The Burrow." Harry whirled around, Harry never liked using Floo powder and so after stumbling into the Weasleys lounge-room, he felt a slight urge to be sick. Ginny was sitting in the chair beside the fire, reading Magic, the beginning. As she lowered the book, her eyes shone in the dim lit room. Harry looked at them in a trance, but shook his head after a few moments. He couldn't possibly like her, she was Ron's sister, but yet she had looked so. "Harry! Nice to see ya!" Bill said as he walked into the room. His long hair was still attached, much to Mrs Weasley's dismay. She shook her head as she saw Bill walk in. The noise came from the stairs. Hermione ran in and gave Harry a hug, "good to see you Harry!" "Same here." Replied Harry "Well, I think we should all get to bed and get some rest. I know you'll need all that extra energy!" Mrs Weasley said. Harry picked up his case and was led by Ron to his room. Ginny walked beside Harry and whispered in his ear, "I made Prefect this year, Harry." "That's great!" Harry said. "No it isn't, I'd rather break the rules then keep them plus Mum, Ron and Hermione have been telling me what to do as prefect. It is so annoying! Even Fred and George found out and they ended up calling me Percy." "They found out? Does that mean that they are still in contact?" asked Harry. "Well, Mum says that she was really angry at them and she was for a while. I think Percy made Mum think. She ended up crying and then when they sent her an owl telling them how great their business was going, she ended up being pleased and got over it, especially when they bought us new Dress Robes." "So you got told to bring one to?" inquired harry. "Yeah. I wonder what we need them for? Well, Goodnight Harry." Ginny said as they arrived at Ron's bedroom door. "Goodnight." Harry replied and he watched her unmistakable red hair sway softly as she walked to her room. His stomach lurched just like it did when he was going out with Cho Chang. Is it possible? Could he actually.. No. He thought steadily, it isn't possible. Is it? Harry shook his head, as though to get the thought out of his head. He walked into Ron's room. His room was with the general Chudley Cannons wallpaper but something was different about it. It certainly wasn't the colour. The colour was still a shocking orange. What was it? "Like it? Fred and George got me new wallpaper, you see. My old one was falling apart and when they heard about Ginny being prefect, they began to like me again." Ron answered as though he knew what Harry was thinking. "Hey Ron?" asked Harry, as he and Ron put on their pyjamas, "Yeah?" replied Ron. "Did you get in?" Harry asked. "Into what?" Ron said as he stopped putting on his pyjamas. He had a very confused look on his face. "The dark art defence championships." Said Harry, as he looked at his feet. He didn't want it to look like he was showing off if Ron hadn't made it. "That thing? Oh yeah. It should be pretty neat, huh?" answered Ron; "Hermione got in too." "That's good, so did I," Harry said as he lifted his head. He looked at Ron, "Hey one thing Ron." "What?" said Ron as he pulled up his covers over his chest, all the way up to his chin. Harry had thought of asking him about what he thought of him and Ginny if they ever went out, but he stopped halfway through trying to say this, "Never mind." Was all he could think of saying. "Alright mate, whatever you say!" Said Ron sleepily and with that he turned out the lights.
Harry was asleep in bed at that time of night, when he heard the knock on the door. "Ouch, watch out!" "Get off my toe!" "Well you can talk!" The voices were from none other than the Weasleys, one of the magical families that Harry had met when he was boarding the Hogwarts express at platform 9 and 3 quarters. Harry went down stairs. He opened the door. Sure enough, the Weasleys were standing on his doorstep. "Sorry dear," whispered Mrs Weasley, "but we had to get you before the day started or else we would cause to much suspicion." "I'll go and get my things!" Said Harry happily and quickly went up the stairs. Uncle Vernon was still sleeping as Harry left. Harry placed a note on the kitchen table as he went outside. "How are we getting there?" Harry asked them as they picked up his things, taking Hedwig with extra care. "Well, Dad arranged for a fireplace to be hooked up, but one already was. Apparently an old witch died around here so we are getting back with some Floo powder." Said Ron, grinning in the moonlight. "Shh" cautioned Mr Weasley. They walked over the street, carrying all Harry's things in complete silence. Their shadows made gentle dances on the moonlit ground. They walked up to an old house that Harry had once seen from his bedroom window. He never knew that a witch, not like Mrs Figg (A squib who had watched over Harry after the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts) had lived in Little Whinging, though he knew that Wizards and Witches lived in the Muggle (Non- magical folk) world. The group walked up to the door and the trundled inside. Ron opened his robes and pulled out a terracotta pot. The emerald green Floo powder glistened in the moonlight pouring in through the doorway. "Quick," exclaimed Mrs Weasley, "We don't want to be spotted!" Harry had travelled by Floo Powder many times. It was with the Weasleys that he first used Floo Powder and had ended up in Knockturn alley. He also remembered when he had broken into Professor Umbridge's office to talk to Sirius. With this thought his scar hurt and he dropped Hedwig's cage with a crash. "Shhhhhhhh!" exclaimed Ron Why all this secrecy? Why were they so anxious to get back? And why were the twins here? Before Harry could think of an answer, the Floo powder was passed around, they all took a pinch of the powder and spoke softly but clearly 'The Burrow." Harry whirled around, Harry never liked using Floo powder and so after stumbling into the Weasleys lounge-room, he felt a slight urge to be sick. Ginny was sitting in the chair beside the fire, reading Magic, the beginning. As she lowered the book, her eyes shone in the dim lit room. Harry looked at them in a trance, but shook his head after a few moments. He couldn't possibly like her, she was Ron's sister, but yet she had looked so. "Harry! Nice to see ya!" Bill said as he walked into the room. His long hair was still attached, much to Mrs Weasley's dismay. She shook her head as she saw Bill walk in. The noise came from the stairs. Hermione ran in and gave Harry a hug, "good to see you Harry!" "Same here." Replied Harry "Well, I think we should all get to bed and get some rest. I know you'll need all that extra energy!" Mrs Weasley said. Harry picked up his case and was led by Ron to his room. Ginny walked beside Harry and whispered in his ear, "I made Prefect this year, Harry." "That's great!" Harry said. "No it isn't, I'd rather break the rules then keep them plus Mum, Ron and Hermione have been telling me what to do as prefect. It is so annoying! Even Fred and George found out and they ended up calling me Percy." "They found out? Does that mean that they are still in contact?" asked Harry. "Well, Mum says that she was really angry at them and she was for a while. I think Percy made Mum think. She ended up crying and then when they sent her an owl telling them how great their business was going, she ended up being pleased and got over it, especially when they bought us new Dress Robes." "So you got told to bring one to?" inquired harry. "Yeah. I wonder what we need them for? Well, Goodnight Harry." Ginny said as they arrived at Ron's bedroom door. "Goodnight." Harry replied and he watched her unmistakable red hair sway softly as she walked to her room. His stomach lurched just like it did when he was going out with Cho Chang. Is it possible? Could he actually.. No. He thought steadily, it isn't possible. Is it? Harry shook his head, as though to get the thought out of his head. He walked into Ron's room. His room was with the general Chudley Cannons wallpaper but something was different about it. It certainly wasn't the colour. The colour was still a shocking orange. What was it? "Like it? Fred and George got me new wallpaper, you see. My old one was falling apart and when they heard about Ginny being prefect, they began to like me again." Ron answered as though he knew what Harry was thinking. "Hey Ron?" asked Harry, as he and Ron put on their pyjamas, "Yeah?" replied Ron. "Did you get in?" Harry asked. "Into what?" Ron said as he stopped putting on his pyjamas. He had a very confused look on his face. "The dark art defence championships." Said Harry, as he looked at his feet. He didn't want it to look like he was showing off if Ron hadn't made it. "That thing? Oh yeah. It should be pretty neat, huh?" answered Ron; "Hermione got in too." "That's good, so did I," Harry said as he lifted his head. He looked at Ron, "Hey one thing Ron." "What?" said Ron as he pulled up his covers over his chest, all the way up to his chin. Harry had thought of asking him about what he thought of him and Ginny if they ever went out, but he stopped halfway through trying to say this, "Never mind." Was all he could think of saying. "Alright mate, whatever you say!" Said Ron sleepily and with that he turned out the lights.