Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or any character that is in these fictions besides Ashley and Nick.
Rating: PG or so
A/N: I think I'm going to just go through the summer for this fic. I don't know where I'll go after that.
Harry woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming through the window. He reviewed the last night's events in his head. He was on the floor, in a sleeping bag, in Ron's room. He'd come to the Burrow by Floo Powder last night. He'd somehow been able to use Mrs. Figg's house to get there, and a locked door had swung open...
He suddenly got chills. What HAD made that door open? He looked over at Ron, who was still asleep, and debated whether to tell him what had happened. Then he remembered something else that had upset him last night. Ron and Hermione were going out.
He sat up and grabbed his glasses. Pigwideon, noticing that someone was awake, began hooting and flying all around his cage. Hedwig had flown in the night before, after delivering a letter to Hagrid. And Harry had realized that he had forgotten one thing: Hedwig's cage. He'd put her in with Pig, though, and even though she was nowhere near happy with that, she knew it was as good as it got.
Ron woke up at the sound of Pig's constant hooting.
"What time is it?" he asked with a slight yawn. Harry looked at his watch.
"10:30," he said.
Ron shot up. "10:30! Wow, everyone else is awake by now!"
"Really?"
"Well, mom, dad, and the people of the Order will be, I don't know about Hermione and Ginny. Or Fred and George for that matter."
"Fred and George aren't in the Order?"
"Nope. Mom was, needless to say, NOT happy when she'd found out that they'd run out of school. She told them that until they could act mature, they couldn't be in the Order."
Harry nodded. Leave it to Mrs. Weasley to put some restriction on that.
By 11 am though, everyone was up and walking around, bored out of their minds. Finally, Fred suggested Quidditch practice in the orchard. Hermione took that chance to remind him that she didn't play Quidditch. He told her she'd get it quick enough, and let her borrow Charlie's old broom.
Quidditch took most of the afternoon, and Hermione did get it quick enough, but she was nowhere near the skill of the rest, who had been playing for years.
When they arrived back home, sweaty and tired, they were met by Mrs. Weasley flinging herself over to them.
"You're ok!!!" she screamed.
Everyone gave her a strange look.
"Of course we're ok," Ron said cautiously. "Why wouldn't we be?"
Mrs. Weasley dissolved into sobs again, and then turned furious.
"You-gone-no note-you could have been taken-killed-" And that was all Harry could make out before she began crying hysterically again.
"Mom?" Fred asked, and Harry detected a note of worry in his voice, "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"
His mom shook her head. Harry looked at Ron with his eyebrows raised. Something was up, that was for sure. Ron shrugged.
When she finally let the six of them upstairs, they all went up to Ron's room.
Fred and George Apprated up and sat on Ron's windowsill, while the others filed in, and Harry and Ginny sat on Harry's sleeping bag, and Ron and Hermione sat on Ron's bed.
"So what do you think happened?" George asked.
"What makes you think something happened?" Ron asked.
"Oh come on, Ron," Hermione said, "You're mom was close to going crazy when we came home. SOMETHING happened."
"You don't think You-know-who killed anyone...do you?" Ginny asked.
"He might have, but if he did, I think she would have told us," Fred said.
"That's true."
"So what is it?" Hermione asked.
Harry had been strangely quiet through the conversation, and he was looking at the floor.
Everyone looked at him.
"Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry looked up. "Yes?"
Everyone else shared a glance.
"Has your-er-has your scar hurt at all lately?" he asked
"No more than usual," Harry answered
Everyone let out a sigh. If Voldemort had killed someone, they would all have known because Harry would have known.
"Maybe someone in the Order has been taken?" Ginny suggested.
"We'd have known," Harry said.
"It's most likely that we left and didn't tell her where we were going, and she got paranoid and thought that Voldemort"- the Weasleys flinched at that- "had taken us." Hermione said.
Everyone more or less agreed that that could have been it, everyone but Harry, who hadn't much been listening to the conversation. Once Mrs. Weasley had come at them crying, he'd thought that the worst of his fears had come. He'd already lost someone who was like family to him-and when she came to them crying...he'd begun wondering if he'd lost another...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or any character that is in these fictions besides Ashley and Nick.
Rating: PG or so
A/N: I think I'm going to just go through the summer for this fic. I don't know where I'll go after that.
Harry woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming through the window. He reviewed the last night's events in his head. He was on the floor, in a sleeping bag, in Ron's room. He'd come to the Burrow by Floo Powder last night. He'd somehow been able to use Mrs. Figg's house to get there, and a locked door had swung open...
He suddenly got chills. What HAD made that door open? He looked over at Ron, who was still asleep, and debated whether to tell him what had happened. Then he remembered something else that had upset him last night. Ron and Hermione were going out.
He sat up and grabbed his glasses. Pigwideon, noticing that someone was awake, began hooting and flying all around his cage. Hedwig had flown in the night before, after delivering a letter to Hagrid. And Harry had realized that he had forgotten one thing: Hedwig's cage. He'd put her in with Pig, though, and even though she was nowhere near happy with that, she knew it was as good as it got.
Ron woke up at the sound of Pig's constant hooting.
"What time is it?" he asked with a slight yawn. Harry looked at his watch.
"10:30," he said.
Ron shot up. "10:30! Wow, everyone else is awake by now!"
"Really?"
"Well, mom, dad, and the people of the Order will be, I don't know about Hermione and Ginny. Or Fred and George for that matter."
"Fred and George aren't in the Order?"
"Nope. Mom was, needless to say, NOT happy when she'd found out that they'd run out of school. She told them that until they could act mature, they couldn't be in the Order."
Harry nodded. Leave it to Mrs. Weasley to put some restriction on that.
By 11 am though, everyone was up and walking around, bored out of their minds. Finally, Fred suggested Quidditch practice in the orchard. Hermione took that chance to remind him that she didn't play Quidditch. He told her she'd get it quick enough, and let her borrow Charlie's old broom.
Quidditch took most of the afternoon, and Hermione did get it quick enough, but she was nowhere near the skill of the rest, who had been playing for years.
When they arrived back home, sweaty and tired, they were met by Mrs. Weasley flinging herself over to them.
"You're ok!!!" she screamed.
Everyone gave her a strange look.
"Of course we're ok," Ron said cautiously. "Why wouldn't we be?"
Mrs. Weasley dissolved into sobs again, and then turned furious.
"You-gone-no note-you could have been taken-killed-" And that was all Harry could make out before she began crying hysterically again.
"Mom?" Fred asked, and Harry detected a note of worry in his voice, "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"
His mom shook her head. Harry looked at Ron with his eyebrows raised. Something was up, that was for sure. Ron shrugged.
When she finally let the six of them upstairs, they all went up to Ron's room.
Fred and George Apprated up and sat on Ron's windowsill, while the others filed in, and Harry and Ginny sat on Harry's sleeping bag, and Ron and Hermione sat on Ron's bed.
"So what do you think happened?" George asked.
"What makes you think something happened?" Ron asked.
"Oh come on, Ron," Hermione said, "You're mom was close to going crazy when we came home. SOMETHING happened."
"You don't think You-know-who killed anyone...do you?" Ginny asked.
"He might have, but if he did, I think she would have told us," Fred said.
"That's true."
"So what is it?" Hermione asked.
Harry had been strangely quiet through the conversation, and he was looking at the floor.
Everyone looked at him.
"Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry looked up. "Yes?"
Everyone else shared a glance.
"Has your-er-has your scar hurt at all lately?" he asked
"No more than usual," Harry answered
Everyone let out a sigh. If Voldemort had killed someone, they would all have known because Harry would have known.
"Maybe someone in the Order has been taken?" Ginny suggested.
"We'd have known," Harry said.
"It's most likely that we left and didn't tell her where we were going, and she got paranoid and thought that Voldemort"- the Weasleys flinched at that- "had taken us." Hermione said.
Everyone more or less agreed that that could have been it, everyone but Harry, who hadn't much been listening to the conversation. Once Mrs. Weasley had come at them crying, he'd thought that the worst of his fears had come. He'd already lost someone who was like family to him-and when she came to them crying...he'd begun wondering if he'd lost another...