"Ginny, wake up! Come on Ginny, we'll be late!" cried Hermione. She
was franticly shaking Ginny. The young red head girl fluttered her eyes
sleepily.
"Late for what, Hermy-own-ninny?" Even half asleep Ginny could successfully mock Hermione. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself as she slowly sat up. Her brilliant red hair was a mess. It seemed impossible to tame it since she aloud it to grow out long.
"Oh shove it Ginny," Hermione replied without effort. It was impossible to try and fight the teasing she now regularly received when no one was around to hear it. "Would you hurry already? Come on and pack, would yah? We're going to Godric's Hollow, don't bother asking questions; I don't know the answers," Hermione announced sharply. She was now going through her books, obviously deciding what to take, and what not to. She decided to take her new Defense Against the Dark Arts book, along with her potions and charms. Hermione carried on packing her belongings, now and then unpacking something. She often had problems making decisions, though she made sure no one would ever notice. Within ten minutes Hermione had finished all her packing.
Ginny had just finished brushing her long hair as Hermione did this. With much less hassle she had pulled it into a half bun. She styled her hair this way because it showed the length of her hair without it in her face. She looked up at Hermione and grinned, which strongly resembled a grin you would see on Fred or George. "Wow Hermione! Way to pack . . . who taught you?" Ginny teased gleefully. She took an arm load of clothes and random books into her used, ratty bag, which had actually had once belonged to everyone of her brothers. She looked around, and then decided she was done and shut her bag. As she straightened she felt a good hard shove on her shoulder, sending her tumbling over a pile of old books covered by blankets. She landed on something soft, but alive. There was a loud roar of anger from Crookshanks and Ginny scrambling up in hope of not being scratched. Without any luck, when the scene had finally settled Ginny had one long scratch on her cheek.
All this commotion brought a familiar face to the small, untidy bedroom. Harry knocked softly and entered the room with a curious expression on his face. "Er . . . what's going on?" Harry stared at Hermione and Ginny. Hermione was on the verge of hysterical laughter, but you Ginny was sprawled on the floor, clutching her cheek. Ginny, now red with embarrassment, looked up at Harry, then pointed at the ginger cat.
At that moment Hermione burst out laughing. Harry started at her, puzzled, when Ron had joined the scene. He was there for five seconds before he too realized the situation and joined Hermione laughing. Harry wasn't sure what triggered it, but he suddenly exploded with frustration. "Would you two desist? Ginny what happened?" Hermione and Ron fell silent, gawking at their best friend. He had had a soft, reassuring tone when speaking to Ginny. They looked at each other, but decided silently not to mention anything yet . . .
Ginny explained, "Hermione pushed me, and I landed on Crookshanks." She was still on the floor but no longer covering the bleeding scratch.
Hermione quickly became defensive, "You did deserve it Ginny! You shouldn't have said-" But Harry wasn't listening, he had went to Ginny, and knelt beside her. He simply ignored Hermione for a minute. Her softly touched Ginny's cheek. Ginny's eyes fluttered shut as Harry gently ran his fingers across the scratch.
To all of their amazement, the scar suddenly began to disappear. Harry had healed it with only the tip of his finger! The moment was awkward, Harry stood up nervously. "Well . . . er . . .if you guys don't need anything . . . I'll just leave." Harry quickly felt the room. The three just stared in the direction on which Harry had left.
It was Ron who broke the silence, "Bloody 'ell! Now what was that he just did?" He looked expectantly at the two girls. Hermione merely shrugged.
Ginny slowly stood, and very clearly answered, "I don't think he knew himself! And when he looked at me, I've never witnessed such intensity in my entire life! He didn't seem normal, me hasn't since school ended. Ron, you better go talk to 'im. Make sure he's alright! Ron just stood there stubbornly, he was not going to be bossed around by his little sister! "Ron," Ginny implied furiously, "just go speak to Harry!" She made it clear that this was about Harry, not control issues.
*~*~*
As soon as Harry reached Ron's room he shut the door and leaned against it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His head was spinning, hands shaking and thoughts racing. What had just happened? How did he now hoe to do that? How did he do that? Before he had a chance to think about any of this the door opened with a great shove, making Harry tumble to the floor head first.
"Er . . . Sorry 'arry. I didn't mean to," Ron apologized sincerely, but was now lost for words. The pause was awkward. Finally Ron mumbled, "'ow are yah?"
Harry stood, answering jokingly, "Well my 'ead 'urts like 'ell." Harry mimicked Ron's accent perfectly. They both laughed, Ron was a little embarrassed by the comment but tried to hide it the best he could. "I'm completely sure Ron," Harry continued. "I mean, we're going to Godric's Hollow . . ." Harry cut off and busied himself by finish writing the letter to Dumbledore. Ron stood puzzled at the door way. Harry's eyes met Ron's. Harry tried to help him, "The memories that might come back . . . " He couldn't say the words. He just couldn't, so he tied the letter to Hedwigs leg and opened the window for her.
Suddenly Ron hear a small voice from the hallway. "Get there faster!" Hermione's voice filled his head. Finally he caught on, Harry's parent lived in Godric's Hollow. That's where You Know Who killed the Potter's! "OOHH!" Ron announced loud and clear.
There was a faint 'SMACK' followed by an "Oww!" It seemed Hermione had hit herself on the forehead in frustration of Ron's stupidity. Harry looked towards the open door and sighed.
"Hermione, you might as well come in, you know as well as I Ron won't remember everything I say. Come listen for yourself." A flushed Hermione came through the doorway, as Ron sighed in relief. Hermione glared at him.
"Now, I'm not sure if I can answer your questions. But I'm fine, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. Don't worry about me, just concentrate on the job ahead of us, alright? I have no idea what just happened, I don't know how or why or anything. However I do know that we shouldn't worry about something small like that, again we have more important things to work on. And-" he looked sharply at Hermione, "I don't think its necessary to analyze what happened, or mention it to anyone." Hermione and Ron once again exchanged looks. Hermione's was furious, and Ron's was content.
"Fine, we won't look into it or tell anyone. You win," Hermione groaned miserably.
"I think that covers it eh mate?" Ron commented happily. Harry forced himself not to laugh at Ron's half English half Canadian vocabulary. Ron continued, "Well we leave in ten minute right? I have yet to pack, what 'bout you 'arry?"
Harry, who had been in a daze, shook his head. "Er . . . yah I didn't have time to unpack." Harry quickly turned back to staring into nowhere, then picked up his Hogwarts trunk, and went down stairs. Leaving Ron and Hermione alone . . .
*~*~*
Harry entered the kitchen ready to go, he had found a new wave of energy. His earlier thought in were now in the back of his mind, already forgotten. The kitchen was packed. Everyone in the house was now awake, and Ron, Hermione and Ginny were the only people not down in the kitchen. Sirius was in his dog form, lying curled up in a corner eating, out of the way. Harry noticed Fred and George exchanging the food Mrs Weasley put out for their trick replacements. Harry took note of this, it could be important. The five Canadians were sitting at the table enveloped in conversation about traveling to Godric's Hollow. Mrs Weasley was cooking more food while Mr Weasley taking all the luggage outside in preparation of the long travel. Harry realized he didn't know how their were going to get there! As Harry started to the door to give Mr Weasley his trunk he noticed that Bill and Charlie were talking, currently deciding to start eating, and Percy was sending out an owl.
As Mr Weasley took his trunk from him Harry turned just in time to see Charlie grow a tail, and scales appearing on his skin. Bill then shrank dramatically, his hair turning white and fingers growing unnaturally long. Before he knew it Charlie was a small, but very real dragon, and Bill into an old goblin. You could hear Fred and George hysterically laughing in the corner of the room. Luckily Charlie didn't have a huge temper and stood still so that nobody was hurt. But Bill, on the other hand, jumped onto the nearest twin, George, hands tightly grasped around his neck. The sight of seeing the still pierced goblin strangling the young red head twin turned out to be priceless (as you can imagine!) Somehow Fred had gotten away, and had no intention of trying to help George escape from their eldest brother. Everyone in the kitchen was laughing. To make the situation more hilarious was Ron just entered the kitchen, not understanding what was happening, stared in shock at his two brothers. He was about to attempt to separate the two, then realized that the situation obviously wasn't all too serious.
Seconds later Charlie and Bill were soon back to normal. It was then Ron grasped the true humor in the situation and couldn't stop laughing long after it was over. After both twins were forced to eat their own food by Bill and Charlie, and took their own turns being a different magical creature, did they have a chance to explain to Harry was exactly had happened.
"It was one of our more brilliant inventions I must say. You see, when you eat one you will turn into a magical creature you tend to be around often, or enjoy to be around. Naturally Charlie and Bill would turn into a dragon and a goblin, so they were the ideal people to experiment on," Fred truthfully explained, though he had a devilish smile plastered to his face.
George, still rubbing his finger marked neck continued, "A compliment really. We didn't think they would attack us in such a way." George smiled identically to Fred. All in a day's work, eh Fred?"
"Yes, dear brother, but today's work is far from finished!" Fred winking at Harry, then whispered to him, "Watch what you eat eh?" Harry nodded, he didn't really want to be a guinea pig for the twins inventions anytime soon.
By now Mr Weasley, Marphie and Ryal had packed everything out to the . . . Once again Harry wondered about the transportation. Harry left the kitchen out to the front of the house. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he saw no less than five muggle cars in front of the Burrow.
"Like the cars Harry? Brought 'em along with us from Canada. The two trucks are Ryal's and Kale's. They are mainly used for luggage, only two or three fit comfortably. Then Cameryn's is the Jeta, Kadence owns the Explorer, and mine is the Saturn."
Harry didn't quite know which car was which, though he had a general idea. He was definitely impressed with the cars. "Who is going with who?" Harry questioned thoughtfully.
"Well . . . I believe they have it worked out that Percy, Hermione and Ginny are going with Cameryn. Kadence is taking Mr and Mrs Weasley, and the twins. Sirius is riding with Ryal, Bill and Charlie are going with Kale. And that leaves you and Ron with me," Marphie explained. He smiled, "We better hurry though, might take us all day to drive there if we don't!"
"Late for what, Hermy-own-ninny?" Even half asleep Ginny could successfully mock Hermione. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself as she slowly sat up. Her brilliant red hair was a mess. It seemed impossible to tame it since she aloud it to grow out long.
"Oh shove it Ginny," Hermione replied without effort. It was impossible to try and fight the teasing she now regularly received when no one was around to hear it. "Would you hurry already? Come on and pack, would yah? We're going to Godric's Hollow, don't bother asking questions; I don't know the answers," Hermione announced sharply. She was now going through her books, obviously deciding what to take, and what not to. She decided to take her new Defense Against the Dark Arts book, along with her potions and charms. Hermione carried on packing her belongings, now and then unpacking something. She often had problems making decisions, though she made sure no one would ever notice. Within ten minutes Hermione had finished all her packing.
Ginny had just finished brushing her long hair as Hermione did this. With much less hassle she had pulled it into a half bun. She styled her hair this way because it showed the length of her hair without it in her face. She looked up at Hermione and grinned, which strongly resembled a grin you would see on Fred or George. "Wow Hermione! Way to pack . . . who taught you?" Ginny teased gleefully. She took an arm load of clothes and random books into her used, ratty bag, which had actually had once belonged to everyone of her brothers. She looked around, and then decided she was done and shut her bag. As she straightened she felt a good hard shove on her shoulder, sending her tumbling over a pile of old books covered by blankets. She landed on something soft, but alive. There was a loud roar of anger from Crookshanks and Ginny scrambling up in hope of not being scratched. Without any luck, when the scene had finally settled Ginny had one long scratch on her cheek.
All this commotion brought a familiar face to the small, untidy bedroom. Harry knocked softly and entered the room with a curious expression on his face. "Er . . . what's going on?" Harry stared at Hermione and Ginny. Hermione was on the verge of hysterical laughter, but you Ginny was sprawled on the floor, clutching her cheek. Ginny, now red with embarrassment, looked up at Harry, then pointed at the ginger cat.
At that moment Hermione burst out laughing. Harry started at her, puzzled, when Ron had joined the scene. He was there for five seconds before he too realized the situation and joined Hermione laughing. Harry wasn't sure what triggered it, but he suddenly exploded with frustration. "Would you two desist? Ginny what happened?" Hermione and Ron fell silent, gawking at their best friend. He had had a soft, reassuring tone when speaking to Ginny. They looked at each other, but decided silently not to mention anything yet . . .
Ginny explained, "Hermione pushed me, and I landed on Crookshanks." She was still on the floor but no longer covering the bleeding scratch.
Hermione quickly became defensive, "You did deserve it Ginny! You shouldn't have said-" But Harry wasn't listening, he had went to Ginny, and knelt beside her. He simply ignored Hermione for a minute. Her softly touched Ginny's cheek. Ginny's eyes fluttered shut as Harry gently ran his fingers across the scratch.
To all of their amazement, the scar suddenly began to disappear. Harry had healed it with only the tip of his finger! The moment was awkward, Harry stood up nervously. "Well . . . er . . .if you guys don't need anything . . . I'll just leave." Harry quickly felt the room. The three just stared in the direction on which Harry had left.
It was Ron who broke the silence, "Bloody 'ell! Now what was that he just did?" He looked expectantly at the two girls. Hermione merely shrugged.
Ginny slowly stood, and very clearly answered, "I don't think he knew himself! And when he looked at me, I've never witnessed such intensity in my entire life! He didn't seem normal, me hasn't since school ended. Ron, you better go talk to 'im. Make sure he's alright! Ron just stood there stubbornly, he was not going to be bossed around by his little sister! "Ron," Ginny implied furiously, "just go speak to Harry!" She made it clear that this was about Harry, not control issues.
*~*~*
As soon as Harry reached Ron's room he shut the door and leaned against it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His head was spinning, hands shaking and thoughts racing. What had just happened? How did he now hoe to do that? How did he do that? Before he had a chance to think about any of this the door opened with a great shove, making Harry tumble to the floor head first.
"Er . . . Sorry 'arry. I didn't mean to," Ron apologized sincerely, but was now lost for words. The pause was awkward. Finally Ron mumbled, "'ow are yah?"
Harry stood, answering jokingly, "Well my 'ead 'urts like 'ell." Harry mimicked Ron's accent perfectly. They both laughed, Ron was a little embarrassed by the comment but tried to hide it the best he could. "I'm completely sure Ron," Harry continued. "I mean, we're going to Godric's Hollow . . ." Harry cut off and busied himself by finish writing the letter to Dumbledore. Ron stood puzzled at the door way. Harry's eyes met Ron's. Harry tried to help him, "The memories that might come back . . . " He couldn't say the words. He just couldn't, so he tied the letter to Hedwigs leg and opened the window for her.
Suddenly Ron hear a small voice from the hallway. "Get there faster!" Hermione's voice filled his head. Finally he caught on, Harry's parent lived in Godric's Hollow. That's where You Know Who killed the Potter's! "OOHH!" Ron announced loud and clear.
There was a faint 'SMACK' followed by an "Oww!" It seemed Hermione had hit herself on the forehead in frustration of Ron's stupidity. Harry looked towards the open door and sighed.
"Hermione, you might as well come in, you know as well as I Ron won't remember everything I say. Come listen for yourself." A flushed Hermione came through the doorway, as Ron sighed in relief. Hermione glared at him.
"Now, I'm not sure if I can answer your questions. But I'm fine, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. Don't worry about me, just concentrate on the job ahead of us, alright? I have no idea what just happened, I don't know how or why or anything. However I do know that we shouldn't worry about something small like that, again we have more important things to work on. And-" he looked sharply at Hermione, "I don't think its necessary to analyze what happened, or mention it to anyone." Hermione and Ron once again exchanged looks. Hermione's was furious, and Ron's was content.
"Fine, we won't look into it or tell anyone. You win," Hermione groaned miserably.
"I think that covers it eh mate?" Ron commented happily. Harry forced himself not to laugh at Ron's half English half Canadian vocabulary. Ron continued, "Well we leave in ten minute right? I have yet to pack, what 'bout you 'arry?"
Harry, who had been in a daze, shook his head. "Er . . . yah I didn't have time to unpack." Harry quickly turned back to staring into nowhere, then picked up his Hogwarts trunk, and went down stairs. Leaving Ron and Hermione alone . . .
*~*~*
Harry entered the kitchen ready to go, he had found a new wave of energy. His earlier thought in were now in the back of his mind, already forgotten. The kitchen was packed. Everyone in the house was now awake, and Ron, Hermione and Ginny were the only people not down in the kitchen. Sirius was in his dog form, lying curled up in a corner eating, out of the way. Harry noticed Fred and George exchanging the food Mrs Weasley put out for their trick replacements. Harry took note of this, it could be important. The five Canadians were sitting at the table enveloped in conversation about traveling to Godric's Hollow. Mrs Weasley was cooking more food while Mr Weasley taking all the luggage outside in preparation of the long travel. Harry realized he didn't know how their were going to get there! As Harry started to the door to give Mr Weasley his trunk he noticed that Bill and Charlie were talking, currently deciding to start eating, and Percy was sending out an owl.
As Mr Weasley took his trunk from him Harry turned just in time to see Charlie grow a tail, and scales appearing on his skin. Bill then shrank dramatically, his hair turning white and fingers growing unnaturally long. Before he knew it Charlie was a small, but very real dragon, and Bill into an old goblin. You could hear Fred and George hysterically laughing in the corner of the room. Luckily Charlie didn't have a huge temper and stood still so that nobody was hurt. But Bill, on the other hand, jumped onto the nearest twin, George, hands tightly grasped around his neck. The sight of seeing the still pierced goblin strangling the young red head twin turned out to be priceless (as you can imagine!) Somehow Fred had gotten away, and had no intention of trying to help George escape from their eldest brother. Everyone in the kitchen was laughing. To make the situation more hilarious was Ron just entered the kitchen, not understanding what was happening, stared in shock at his two brothers. He was about to attempt to separate the two, then realized that the situation obviously wasn't all too serious.
Seconds later Charlie and Bill were soon back to normal. It was then Ron grasped the true humor in the situation and couldn't stop laughing long after it was over. After both twins were forced to eat their own food by Bill and Charlie, and took their own turns being a different magical creature, did they have a chance to explain to Harry was exactly had happened.
"It was one of our more brilliant inventions I must say. You see, when you eat one you will turn into a magical creature you tend to be around often, or enjoy to be around. Naturally Charlie and Bill would turn into a dragon and a goblin, so they were the ideal people to experiment on," Fred truthfully explained, though he had a devilish smile plastered to his face.
George, still rubbing his finger marked neck continued, "A compliment really. We didn't think they would attack us in such a way." George smiled identically to Fred. All in a day's work, eh Fred?"
"Yes, dear brother, but today's work is far from finished!" Fred winking at Harry, then whispered to him, "Watch what you eat eh?" Harry nodded, he didn't really want to be a guinea pig for the twins inventions anytime soon.
By now Mr Weasley, Marphie and Ryal had packed everything out to the . . . Once again Harry wondered about the transportation. Harry left the kitchen out to the front of the house. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he saw no less than five muggle cars in front of the Burrow.
"Like the cars Harry? Brought 'em along with us from Canada. The two trucks are Ryal's and Kale's. They are mainly used for luggage, only two or three fit comfortably. Then Cameryn's is the Jeta, Kadence owns the Explorer, and mine is the Saturn."
Harry didn't quite know which car was which, though he had a general idea. He was definitely impressed with the cars. "Who is going with who?" Harry questioned thoughtfully.
"Well . . . I believe they have it worked out that Percy, Hermione and Ginny are going with Cameryn. Kadence is taking Mr and Mrs Weasley, and the twins. Sirius is riding with Ryal, Bill and Charlie are going with Kale. And that leaves you and Ron with me," Marphie explained. He smiled, "We better hurry though, might take us all day to drive there if we don't!"