Their Seventh Year
{{Author's Notes: May contain OoTP spoilers. A bit of violence and a death, a death of someone we love. Please no hate mail *lol* And I am also not a very good writer and storyteller, so if the fic sucks, let me apologize :)}}
Chapter Two
Harry was already packed up and ready to go, but since Ron wasn't home, he decided to stick around Number 4 for a few more hours. He had already sent Hedwig off to Ron's, so she'll be there waiting for him until he gets there. He had placed his school necessities, robes, wand, cauldron, books, his Firebolt in his trunk yet he also somehow managed to get Hedwig's cage in there as well. It was a tight squeeze, but it worked.
"POTTER!"
Harry rolled his eyes. Every word out of Uncle Vernon's mouth makes him want to leave more and more. Why couldn't they leave him alone for two minutes? It's not like they liked him. Kicking his trunk, he went down into the living room to where Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were watching some stupid show on the television.
Vernon sent an angry glare at Harry. "What are you doing up there? All that racket! Can't you see we are trying to watch television?"
"Sorry Uncle Vernon" he said with a forced smile. "Just packing my trunk. I'm leaving for my friend Ron's house soon"
That reply resulted in another glare from Vernon. "And why, may I ask, do you want to spend the rest of your summer with those freaks? Don't you see them enough at that school of yours?"
"No, I don't see them enough at school. They are my friends. I enjoy their company" Harry told him, to which Vernon coughed. "You ENJOY their company?"
"Yes" Harry said getting a bit angry. He turned around and marched out of the living room, up the stairs and into his bedroom, ignoring Uncle Vernon's angry calls. 'Forget waiting for Ron to return home', Harry thought, grabbing his trunk. 'I need to get out of here'
He dragged his trunk down the stairs, and back into the living room. Uncle Vernon was still red in the face. He continued dragging his trunk to the fireplace. He let go of the trunk, reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the baggie of Floo Powder. As much as he wanted to get out of this house, he was not looking forward to traveling by Floo.
He shook the baggie over his palm until all the powder was grasped in his hand. He grabbed his trunk with his free hand, tossed the floo powder in the fireplace, stepped into the emerald green flame and gave one more glance at them. They were all staring at him, open-mouthed. He didn't know why. He's seen him do this before, three years ago when he left with the Weasley's for the Quidditch World Cup. Harry took a deep breath and said loudly, "The Burrow!".
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Harry landed hard on his feet in the Weasley's fireplace. 'Not bad', he thought. 'Better than falling on my face. I think I'm getting better at this'. Harry coughed and stepped out of the fireplace, dragging his trunk behind him. He looked around the Weasley's cramped, but wonderful house. No one in sight. Not even Hedwig. "Hello?" He called tentatively. "Mrs. Weasley? Fred? George? Ginny?" No answer. Harry walked over to the clock. It seems as though all the Weasley's other than Mrs. Weasley were gone. The clock shows Mrs. Weasley in the garden.
Harry went outside and walked towards the garden. He saw Mrs. Weasley watering flowers. "Hi Mrs. Weasley" Harry called out. Mrs. Weasley looked up from her garden. A huge and warm smile appeared upon her face. "Harry!" She called out, and wrapped him up in a big hug. "How are you, dear?" She asked as she pulled away.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley" Harry told her, smiling back. "Thanks. You don't mind that I stopped by, do you?"
"I don't mind one bit!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Your always welcome here, you know that. It was my idea, after all, to send you the Floo Powder. Hermione is coming tomorrow."
"Great!" Harry said. He was looking forward to seeing her again.
"Well." Mrs. Weasley said. "Why don't you go on up to Ron's bedroom and unpack your trunk. Hedwig's already up there. Ron should be home soon"
Harry smiled, "Thanks", and headed up to Ron's room, which happened to be all the way at the top. As he entered, he saw Hedwig sitting on Ron's desk staring at Pig, who was flittering around in his cage. "Hiya Hedwig" Harry said, giving her an affectionate pat. It only took Harry a few minutes to unpack, and right as soon as he finished, he heard footsteps pounding down the hall and Ron burst into the room. "Harry!" He said, smiling. "I didn't expect you this early. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." Harry answered. "Just wanted to get out of the house. Spend the rest of the summer with people I like" Ron smiled at that. "Well, I'm glad your here" he said, "Hermione is coming tomorrow"
Ron began telling Harry about his summer, rambling on like he always does. But Ron's rambling only made Harry even more happy to be back at the Burrow.
{{Author's Note: I know, I know, I suck at writing. Be easy on me as this is my first attempt. I usually just write for my own fun, and never published them where other people can read them, but I decided, eh, why not try? Hermione is coming next chapter! Yay? Yay! :)}}
{{Author's Notes: May contain OoTP spoilers. A bit of violence and a death, a death of someone we love. Please no hate mail *lol* And I am also not a very good writer and storyteller, so if the fic sucks, let me apologize :)}}
Chapter Two
Harry was already packed up and ready to go, but since Ron wasn't home, he decided to stick around Number 4 for a few more hours. He had already sent Hedwig off to Ron's, so she'll be there waiting for him until he gets there. He had placed his school necessities, robes, wand, cauldron, books, his Firebolt in his trunk yet he also somehow managed to get Hedwig's cage in there as well. It was a tight squeeze, but it worked.
"POTTER!"
Harry rolled his eyes. Every word out of Uncle Vernon's mouth makes him want to leave more and more. Why couldn't they leave him alone for two minutes? It's not like they liked him. Kicking his trunk, he went down into the living room to where Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were watching some stupid show on the television.
Vernon sent an angry glare at Harry. "What are you doing up there? All that racket! Can't you see we are trying to watch television?"
"Sorry Uncle Vernon" he said with a forced smile. "Just packing my trunk. I'm leaving for my friend Ron's house soon"
That reply resulted in another glare from Vernon. "And why, may I ask, do you want to spend the rest of your summer with those freaks? Don't you see them enough at that school of yours?"
"No, I don't see them enough at school. They are my friends. I enjoy their company" Harry told him, to which Vernon coughed. "You ENJOY their company?"
"Yes" Harry said getting a bit angry. He turned around and marched out of the living room, up the stairs and into his bedroom, ignoring Uncle Vernon's angry calls. 'Forget waiting for Ron to return home', Harry thought, grabbing his trunk. 'I need to get out of here'
He dragged his trunk down the stairs, and back into the living room. Uncle Vernon was still red in the face. He continued dragging his trunk to the fireplace. He let go of the trunk, reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the baggie of Floo Powder. As much as he wanted to get out of this house, he was not looking forward to traveling by Floo.
He shook the baggie over his palm until all the powder was grasped in his hand. He grabbed his trunk with his free hand, tossed the floo powder in the fireplace, stepped into the emerald green flame and gave one more glance at them. They were all staring at him, open-mouthed. He didn't know why. He's seen him do this before, three years ago when he left with the Weasley's for the Quidditch World Cup. Harry took a deep breath and said loudly, "The Burrow!".
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Harry landed hard on his feet in the Weasley's fireplace. 'Not bad', he thought. 'Better than falling on my face. I think I'm getting better at this'. Harry coughed and stepped out of the fireplace, dragging his trunk behind him. He looked around the Weasley's cramped, but wonderful house. No one in sight. Not even Hedwig. "Hello?" He called tentatively. "Mrs. Weasley? Fred? George? Ginny?" No answer. Harry walked over to the clock. It seems as though all the Weasley's other than Mrs. Weasley were gone. The clock shows Mrs. Weasley in the garden.
Harry went outside and walked towards the garden. He saw Mrs. Weasley watering flowers. "Hi Mrs. Weasley" Harry called out. Mrs. Weasley looked up from her garden. A huge and warm smile appeared upon her face. "Harry!" She called out, and wrapped him up in a big hug. "How are you, dear?" She asked as she pulled away.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley" Harry told her, smiling back. "Thanks. You don't mind that I stopped by, do you?"
"I don't mind one bit!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Your always welcome here, you know that. It was my idea, after all, to send you the Floo Powder. Hermione is coming tomorrow."
"Great!" Harry said. He was looking forward to seeing her again.
"Well." Mrs. Weasley said. "Why don't you go on up to Ron's bedroom and unpack your trunk. Hedwig's already up there. Ron should be home soon"
Harry smiled, "Thanks", and headed up to Ron's room, which happened to be all the way at the top. As he entered, he saw Hedwig sitting on Ron's desk staring at Pig, who was flittering around in his cage. "Hiya Hedwig" Harry said, giving her an affectionate pat. It only took Harry a few minutes to unpack, and right as soon as he finished, he heard footsteps pounding down the hall and Ron burst into the room. "Harry!" He said, smiling. "I didn't expect you this early. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." Harry answered. "Just wanted to get out of the house. Spend the rest of the summer with people I like" Ron smiled at that. "Well, I'm glad your here" he said, "Hermione is coming tomorrow"
Ron began telling Harry about his summer, rambling on like he always does. But Ron's rambling only made Harry even more happy to be back at the Burrow.
{{Author's Note: I know, I know, I suck at writing. Be easy on me as this is my first attempt. I usually just write for my own fun, and never published them where other people can read them, but I decided, eh, why not try? Hermione is coming next chapter! Yay? Yay! :)}}