Disclaimer: I don't own anything HP except for the idea of this particular
story. This story will have references to the book Quidditch Through the
Ages, also not my own.
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Author's Note: Thank you to my 2 reviewers! At least someone started reading this story. Hopefully I'll have more soon.
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It's seemed to take forever to get to 5:30 the next day. Harry spent the day sitting around his room not wanting to have to be with the Dursley's, who with knowing wizards were coming to their house yet again, had become very quiet and edgy and stayed mostly downstairs in the kitchen.
The day ticked by. It was now only 3:00 in the afternoon and it seemed to Harry that he had been sitting on his bed for days, waiting. He decided to get out Quidditch Through the Ages and read to take his mind off waiting.
He read quickly right through the forward, written funnily enough by his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, then on to Chapter 1- The Evolution of the Flying Broomstick. Here he was surprised to see a part underlined. He bent closer to page 2 and saw that the words were Museum of Quidditch in London.
Maybe we're going there! Harry thought to himself. Now that he thought of it, he remembered mentioning to Hermione ages ago once he had read the book Quidditch Through the Ages that he would like to go there sometime.
With extra excitement flooding through him, Harry plowed on through the book.
2 ½ hours later, Harry heard a doorbell ring downstairs. Although he ran down the stairs to try and get to the door first, it was Uncle Vernon who answered it. He opened the door with Harry right behind him to find 5 people standing on the doorstep. All were dressed in wizards' robes and one with an odd bowler hat. Uncle Vernon seemed to recognize Mad- Eye Moody right away and backed away into the kitchen in horror.
"Hello, Harry," said one of Harry's old professors, Remus Lupin.
"Hiya, Harry!" spoke Tonks, a woman with short bubblegum pink hair.
"Hi!" Harry said to all of them. As the people started walking into the foyer, Harry saw what he assumed to be his guard for the night: Lupin, Mad- Eye, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt (who seemed to be looking better since the duel he was in last June), and Mr. Weasley.
"Harry, my boy! Happy Birthday! How've you been?" asked an always perky Mr. Weasley. "Ron and Hermione are dying to see you, they're back at the Order, of course. Fred and George are there also, they're taking a short break from work, business is booming-"
"Arthur! Breathe! He'll find out what's been going on in a little while when we get back," said a calm Lupin, who was fumbling in his robes and pulled out what looked like a golden phoenix feather. "Yes, one of Fawkes'. It's how we will be getting to the Order." He pulled out his wand, muttered a spell, and shot a bright green flame at the feather, which burst into ashes in his hand.
"Well, Fawkes shall be coming shortly," he said looking around the living room. Mr. Weasley was already bouncing on his feet as though using all of his self-control not to go and examine the grandfather clock chiming 5:30 a few feet from him.
Harry barely had time to think about what they were going to do when a burst of bright orange flame emitted right in front of his face. Dumbledore's bird, Fawkes appeared and let out a beautiful note of song. He then flew over and sat upon Harry's shoulder.
"Hello Fawkes," Harry whispered soothingly to the bird, which stared back at him with those beautiful dazzling eyes.
"Okay, good. Fawkes is here. Harry, is everything packed?" asked Lupin.
"Umm. yeah, my trunk and Hedwig are upstairs."
"Alright, Arthur and I will go and get them. Be right back."
And with that the two of them disappeared upstairs to Harry's room.
"So, Potter," spoke Moody in his growl of a voice. "How they been treating ya? The muggles, I mean."
"Oh, it's been fine. I've been staying up in my room mostly." he trailed off thinking about what he had been doing for the past weeks. Now that he thought of it, it hadn't been really a lot. Mostly just thinking about things. Sirius, Voldemort, the Order.
"Got it!" said Mr. Weasley happily as he and Lupin carried down the trunk and birdcage to the foyer. Hedwig gave a hoot as she looked at Fawkes and he sang a short but pretty note back to her.
"Hmm." said Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Potter, you'd better keep those birds apart."
Harry let out a laugh and Lupin and Mr. Weasley gathered around the others.
"Alright, Harry. Fawkes is going to transport us back to headquarters and it will be similar to a portkey. Everyone has to hold on to each other while Harry, you can hold on to Fawkes' tail feathers. Alright?"
Harry nodded. This would be nothing! He had seen Dumbledore being zapped away by Fawkes last year in his office. And if it was going to be like a portkey, then he had nothing to worry about because he had traveled by those numerous times.
"On the count of three," Lupin said as everyone grabbed hold to each other. Tonks and Lupin held Harry's trunk with one of their hands and Mr. Weasley held onto Harry's arm.
"One-Two-Three!" Harry's felt a burst of warm air as he was being zoomed through a whirlwind of colors. This was nothing like being transported by a portkey. Everything seemed so beautiful and calm traveling this way. He moved his head around and saw the others all clinging on to one another, clearly also enjoying the ride.
All too quickly for Harry though, the ride was ending, and he was landing softly on the basement kitchen floor of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
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A/N: Museum of Quidditch coming up!!! Keep reading! Please write a review and tell me your comments. I don't mind constructive criticism.
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Author's Note: Thank you to my 2 reviewers! At least someone started reading this story. Hopefully I'll have more soon.
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It's seemed to take forever to get to 5:30 the next day. Harry spent the day sitting around his room not wanting to have to be with the Dursley's, who with knowing wizards were coming to their house yet again, had become very quiet and edgy and stayed mostly downstairs in the kitchen.
The day ticked by. It was now only 3:00 in the afternoon and it seemed to Harry that he had been sitting on his bed for days, waiting. He decided to get out Quidditch Through the Ages and read to take his mind off waiting.
He read quickly right through the forward, written funnily enough by his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, then on to Chapter 1- The Evolution of the Flying Broomstick. Here he was surprised to see a part underlined. He bent closer to page 2 and saw that the words were Museum of Quidditch in London.
Maybe we're going there! Harry thought to himself. Now that he thought of it, he remembered mentioning to Hermione ages ago once he had read the book Quidditch Through the Ages that he would like to go there sometime.
With extra excitement flooding through him, Harry plowed on through the book.
2 ½ hours later, Harry heard a doorbell ring downstairs. Although he ran down the stairs to try and get to the door first, it was Uncle Vernon who answered it. He opened the door with Harry right behind him to find 5 people standing on the doorstep. All were dressed in wizards' robes and one with an odd bowler hat. Uncle Vernon seemed to recognize Mad- Eye Moody right away and backed away into the kitchen in horror.
"Hello, Harry," said one of Harry's old professors, Remus Lupin.
"Hiya, Harry!" spoke Tonks, a woman with short bubblegum pink hair.
"Hi!" Harry said to all of them. As the people started walking into the foyer, Harry saw what he assumed to be his guard for the night: Lupin, Mad- Eye, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt (who seemed to be looking better since the duel he was in last June), and Mr. Weasley.
"Harry, my boy! Happy Birthday! How've you been?" asked an always perky Mr. Weasley. "Ron and Hermione are dying to see you, they're back at the Order, of course. Fred and George are there also, they're taking a short break from work, business is booming-"
"Arthur! Breathe! He'll find out what's been going on in a little while when we get back," said a calm Lupin, who was fumbling in his robes and pulled out what looked like a golden phoenix feather. "Yes, one of Fawkes'. It's how we will be getting to the Order." He pulled out his wand, muttered a spell, and shot a bright green flame at the feather, which burst into ashes in his hand.
"Well, Fawkes shall be coming shortly," he said looking around the living room. Mr. Weasley was already bouncing on his feet as though using all of his self-control not to go and examine the grandfather clock chiming 5:30 a few feet from him.
Harry barely had time to think about what they were going to do when a burst of bright orange flame emitted right in front of his face. Dumbledore's bird, Fawkes appeared and let out a beautiful note of song. He then flew over and sat upon Harry's shoulder.
"Hello Fawkes," Harry whispered soothingly to the bird, which stared back at him with those beautiful dazzling eyes.
"Okay, good. Fawkes is here. Harry, is everything packed?" asked Lupin.
"Umm. yeah, my trunk and Hedwig are upstairs."
"Alright, Arthur and I will go and get them. Be right back."
And with that the two of them disappeared upstairs to Harry's room.
"So, Potter," spoke Moody in his growl of a voice. "How they been treating ya? The muggles, I mean."
"Oh, it's been fine. I've been staying up in my room mostly." he trailed off thinking about what he had been doing for the past weeks. Now that he thought of it, it hadn't been really a lot. Mostly just thinking about things. Sirius, Voldemort, the Order.
"Got it!" said Mr. Weasley happily as he and Lupin carried down the trunk and birdcage to the foyer. Hedwig gave a hoot as she looked at Fawkes and he sang a short but pretty note back to her.
"Hmm." said Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Potter, you'd better keep those birds apart."
Harry let out a laugh and Lupin and Mr. Weasley gathered around the others.
"Alright, Harry. Fawkes is going to transport us back to headquarters and it will be similar to a portkey. Everyone has to hold on to each other while Harry, you can hold on to Fawkes' tail feathers. Alright?"
Harry nodded. This would be nothing! He had seen Dumbledore being zapped away by Fawkes last year in his office. And if it was going to be like a portkey, then he had nothing to worry about because he had traveled by those numerous times.
"On the count of three," Lupin said as everyone grabbed hold to each other. Tonks and Lupin held Harry's trunk with one of their hands and Mr. Weasley held onto Harry's arm.
"One-Two-Three!" Harry's felt a burst of warm air as he was being zoomed through a whirlwind of colors. This was nothing like being transported by a portkey. Everything seemed so beautiful and calm traveling this way. He moved his head around and saw the others all clinging on to one another, clearly also enjoying the ride.
All too quickly for Harry though, the ride was ending, and he was landing softly on the basement kitchen floor of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
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A/N: Museum of Quidditch coming up!!! Keep reading! Please write a review and tell me your comments. I don't mind constructive criticism.