A/N: Tralalaaa. wow, this is my third chapter tonight! Don't be expecting
them this quickly in the future, because I wrote the first four chapters
earlier this week. I think the story's getting better. R&R. or else. *pulls
out rubber chicken* I've got a chicken and I'm not afraid to use it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. yet. MUWAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
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That night Harry slept very well. For some reason this bed seemed much softer and warmer than his bed at the Dursleys' house, though he had no memory of it being that way the summer before. He woke up to a soft voice in his ear.
"Harry," said the voice, "Harry, wake up."
Someone was shaking him gently.
"...huh?" said Harry, pulling the covers up over his head, "Whozat?"
"Come on, Harry, get up," said the voice. He felt someone sit down on the bed next to him. "Ron and Hermione are waiting. Come with me to grab some breakfast then we can go help them."
He felt someone rest their hand on his shoulder. Reluctantly, because he was very cozy, Harry pulled the covers down and opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Harry," said Emmalise
"Morning," said Harry sleepily.
"Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. Ron's mum made an excellent breakfast."
She smiled and left the room.
***
After getting dressed, Harry went downstairs and had a very enjoyable breakfast of pancakes and bacon with Emmalise, during which they spent more time laughing than eating. She was really quite funny. After breakfast, Emmalise led Harry up to the drawing room. There, Ron and Hermione were scrubbing a coffee table with sponges and a large bucket of Dr. Bubbles Magical Pest-be-gone.
"Oh, I'm glad you two are here," said Hermione, tossing Emmalise a sponge.
"We could use some reinforcements," said Ron, throwing another sponge to Harry.
"I thought we finished all the cleaning last summer!" said Harry, glaring at his sponge.
"So did we," said Hermione. "But apparently this table's home to some very stubborn Chizpurfles. We're lucky to have found them early, or else they might have infested the whole house."
Harry groaned and sat down next Ron. Emmalise sat down opposite him.
"So, Em, have you been sorted yet?" asked Harry, dipping his sponge in the bucket.
"Yes! I'm in Gryffindor, just like you lot!" replied Emmalise happily, applying herself to her sponge.
"Excellent!" said Harry.
"I'm so excited to be going to Hogwarts! I've read all about it in Hogwarts, A History-" Emmalise fell silent at the sight of Ron and Harry exchanging gloomy looks. "What?"
"Hogwarts, A History is Hermione's bible," said Harry.
"She's always quoting it at us and pestering us to read it," said Ron.
"I most certainly am not!" said Hermione, dropping her sponge in indignation. "Besides, if you two would even bother to read it then things would be different!"
"See what I mean?" said Ron.
Hermione glowered at Ron then picked up her sponge and began scrubbing furiously. Emmalise caught Harry's eye and they both looked away to stop themselves from laughing.
"How many O.W.L.s did you get Harry?" asked Emmalise.
"Six," he said, a bit sheepishly. He had done well in most of his classes, even managing an "Acceptable" in Potions, but he had gotten a "Poor" in Divination and a "Dreadful" in History of magic.
"I took mine this summer. I got eight."
"Ten,"chimed Hermione proudly.
"Five," said Ron rather miserably, "and Mum won't let me forget."
Harry laughed.
"So did you say last night that Fred and George are here? How's the joke shop going?" asked Harry.
"Brilliant, they're making loads," said Ron enviously. "Percy's here. He's finally admitted to being a prat with a stick up his- "
"Ron!" said Hermione warningly.
"-Up his butt," Ron continued, glaring at Hermione and causing Emmalise to double up with a fit of silent laughter, "and he's decided to rejoin the family. Mum and Dad may have forgiven him quick enough, but Ginny and I made him grovel and Fred and George still haven't accepted him. Bill's here, he's engaged to Fleur."
"He's what?" exclaimed Harry, dousing his sponge in the bucket so deeply that his arm was now wet up to the elbow.
"I know, we were all surprised. But luckily I think I've become immune to her."
Harry chuckled, Emmalise snorted, and Hermione scowled.
"Hello there, Harry!"
Harry whipped his head around and saw Hagrid's enormous form standing in the doorway.
"Hi Hagrid!" said Harry. "What are you doing here?"
"Just goin' ter see ter Beaky. How are yeh, Harry?"
"Pretty good. Have a good summer?"
"Well, it's bin pretty busy, what with. one thing and another. how was yers?"
"Not bad."
"Well, I best be goin'... got... er... things ter do..."
"'Bye, then, Hagrid!"
Hargid grinned from beneath his wild beard, waved a tremendous hand, and left.
"Hagrid was so pleased to see Buckbeak again," said Hermione.
"Who wouldn't be?" said Emmalise. "I love Buckbeak, he's so sweet."
"What's the matter, Em?" said Harry, smirking. "Another crush?"
"Shut up!" said Emmalise angrily, throwing her sponge across the table at Harry.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. yet. MUWAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
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That night Harry slept very well. For some reason this bed seemed much softer and warmer than his bed at the Dursleys' house, though he had no memory of it being that way the summer before. He woke up to a soft voice in his ear.
"Harry," said the voice, "Harry, wake up."
Someone was shaking him gently.
"...huh?" said Harry, pulling the covers up over his head, "Whozat?"
"Come on, Harry, get up," said the voice. He felt someone sit down on the bed next to him. "Ron and Hermione are waiting. Come with me to grab some breakfast then we can go help them."
He felt someone rest their hand on his shoulder. Reluctantly, because he was very cozy, Harry pulled the covers down and opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Harry," said Emmalise
"Morning," said Harry sleepily.
"Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. Ron's mum made an excellent breakfast."
She smiled and left the room.
***
After getting dressed, Harry went downstairs and had a very enjoyable breakfast of pancakes and bacon with Emmalise, during which they spent more time laughing than eating. She was really quite funny. After breakfast, Emmalise led Harry up to the drawing room. There, Ron and Hermione were scrubbing a coffee table with sponges and a large bucket of Dr. Bubbles Magical Pest-be-gone.
"Oh, I'm glad you two are here," said Hermione, tossing Emmalise a sponge.
"We could use some reinforcements," said Ron, throwing another sponge to Harry.
"I thought we finished all the cleaning last summer!" said Harry, glaring at his sponge.
"So did we," said Hermione. "But apparently this table's home to some very stubborn Chizpurfles. We're lucky to have found them early, or else they might have infested the whole house."
Harry groaned and sat down next Ron. Emmalise sat down opposite him.
"So, Em, have you been sorted yet?" asked Harry, dipping his sponge in the bucket.
"Yes! I'm in Gryffindor, just like you lot!" replied Emmalise happily, applying herself to her sponge.
"Excellent!" said Harry.
"I'm so excited to be going to Hogwarts! I've read all about it in Hogwarts, A History-" Emmalise fell silent at the sight of Ron and Harry exchanging gloomy looks. "What?"
"Hogwarts, A History is Hermione's bible," said Harry.
"She's always quoting it at us and pestering us to read it," said Ron.
"I most certainly am not!" said Hermione, dropping her sponge in indignation. "Besides, if you two would even bother to read it then things would be different!"
"See what I mean?" said Ron.
Hermione glowered at Ron then picked up her sponge and began scrubbing furiously. Emmalise caught Harry's eye and they both looked away to stop themselves from laughing.
"How many O.W.L.s did you get Harry?" asked Emmalise.
"Six," he said, a bit sheepishly. He had done well in most of his classes, even managing an "Acceptable" in Potions, but he had gotten a "Poor" in Divination and a "Dreadful" in History of magic.
"I took mine this summer. I got eight."
"Ten,"chimed Hermione proudly.
"Five," said Ron rather miserably, "and Mum won't let me forget."
Harry laughed.
"So did you say last night that Fred and George are here? How's the joke shop going?" asked Harry.
"Brilliant, they're making loads," said Ron enviously. "Percy's here. He's finally admitted to being a prat with a stick up his- "
"Ron!" said Hermione warningly.
"-Up his butt," Ron continued, glaring at Hermione and causing Emmalise to double up with a fit of silent laughter, "and he's decided to rejoin the family. Mum and Dad may have forgiven him quick enough, but Ginny and I made him grovel and Fred and George still haven't accepted him. Bill's here, he's engaged to Fleur."
"He's what?" exclaimed Harry, dousing his sponge in the bucket so deeply that his arm was now wet up to the elbow.
"I know, we were all surprised. But luckily I think I've become immune to her."
Harry chuckled, Emmalise snorted, and Hermione scowled.
"Hello there, Harry!"
Harry whipped his head around and saw Hagrid's enormous form standing in the doorway.
"Hi Hagrid!" said Harry. "What are you doing here?"
"Just goin' ter see ter Beaky. How are yeh, Harry?"
"Pretty good. Have a good summer?"
"Well, it's bin pretty busy, what with. one thing and another. how was yers?"
"Not bad."
"Well, I best be goin'... got... er... things ter do..."
"'Bye, then, Hagrid!"
Hargid grinned from beneath his wild beard, waved a tremendous hand, and left.
"Hagrid was so pleased to see Buckbeak again," said Hermione.
"Who wouldn't be?" said Emmalise. "I love Buckbeak, he's so sweet."
"What's the matter, Em?" said Harry, smirking. "Another crush?"
"Shut up!" said Emmalise angrily, throwing her sponge across the table at Harry.
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