Chapter 1: Old friends and a stomach ache
*Author's note: this is my first fan fic. It'll probably be mostly fluff, but hey, that's the best part, isn't it?! Please please please read and review. I really want to know what you think, but be kind. If you hate me more than your worst enemy, kindly keep that to yourself, but if you have helpful criticism I would love to hear it! (of course, praise is always appreciated!) Hope you enjoy.*
The sun slowly rose, casting a bright light through the window of a very old, slightly off center house. Inside every member of the Weasley family was still fast asleep, except one. Ron sat up in his bed, absent mindedly leafing through a book filled with pictures of men in bright orange robes who were doing fantastic rolls and dive in mid-air. Ron didn't really know why he was up so early. He had, in fact, lain in bed for hours the night before. Ron didn't know exactly when he had fallen asleep, but he was sure if hadn't been more than a few hours ago. Surprisingly enough, he felt wide awake. "Probably just excited." He thought to himself while flipping a page.
Ron had good reason to be excited. His two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, would be arriving at the Burrow that day to spend the remaining month of the summer holiday with him. So far Ron had written them constantly, but letters could never make up for not seeing them in person. Ron was also worried about Harry. All Harry's letters had been filled with a tone of false cheerfulness. Harry had always responded to Ron's words of concern by sating he was just fine, and to stop worrying. Ron knew his best friend better than that, however. It would be nice to talk to Harry in person, just to make sure he was all right. The loss of Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had taken its toll on Harry, who had recently seemed more reclusive than ever. The correspondence Ron had kept up with Hermione that summer had been filled with plans to cheer up Harry.
At half past eight Ron checked his watch, put away his book, then hopped out of bed and quickly changed. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen. Fred and George were already seated at the table with their father. Bill and Charlie were helping their mother bring the rest of the food to the table. Everyone was seated when Ginny, the youngest Weasley, hurried down the stairs. "Took you long enough to get down here!" Ron shouted as Ginny pecked her mother, busy making more eggs and toast, on the cheek.
"Shut up!" Ginny retorted as she sat down next to Ron. Ron shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth right before Ginny kicked him hard in the shin.
"Outh! Dad hurth!" Ron yelled through the eggs.
"Ron, stop pestering your sister!" said Mrs. Weasley as Ron looked tragically wronged and Ginny smirked. "Now eat up, everyone. They'll be here in an hour."
Ron swallowed hard and felt the eggs he had in his mouth suddenly turn to ash. He didn't know why, but he now felt incredibly ill. "What's wrong, Ron?" Asked Bill.
"Oh, dear! Has ickle Ronnykins got an upset tummy?" mocked George.
"Do you need me to revive you dear brother?" said Fred in a tone of mock concern.
"Are you all right dear?" Mrs. Weasley called from across the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm fine mum." Ron said back, although he looked anything but fine. He was really white, and his hands were trembling. " I must have just eaten too fast. Can I go upstairs and lay down?"
Charlie gave a derisive snort as Mrs. Weasley felt the forehead of her youngest son, then sent him upstairs.
Ron started walking up, his mind racing. Why had he so suddenly felt ill? It had been at the exact moment that his mother had told him Harry and Hermione would arrive soon. That couldn't be the cause, though, he was excited about seeing his friends again. He gulped as he realized he might not be able to spend the beginning of Harry and Hermione's visit with them. Not if he continued to feel as queasy as he did right now. He decided to get in bed. Hopefully he would feel better if he got a little rest.
Ron woke up to the sound of six Weasleys running down the stairs. He sat up quickly and realized he felt much better. Then he realized what all the commotion must be about. "Harry and Hermione!" he said to himself as he ran out of his room. What he saw when he got down the stairs was the sight of his two best friends surrounded by a mob of Weasleys. Harry and Hermione were being hugged by all the Weasleys in turn. After the rest of Ron's family had gotten their fill of hugs, Harry noticed Ron. "Hey mate! Long time no see!" Harry said with a smile, slapping Ron on the back.
Ron then turned to Hermione who had walked up next to Harry. He suddenly felt his stomach flip again. Hermione looked, well, different somehow. She was wearing loose fitting muggle clothes, and her hair seemed a bushy as ever. In fact there was nothing noticeably strange or out of the ordinary, but some how she looked... different. "Wow," Ron muttered to himself.
"What Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing. Great to see you, Hermione. You look great."
"Thanks, yeah, I got really tan at the beach this summer," she said back.
Harry looked at Ron with a mildly amused expression on his face. "Ron, are you okay, mate? You look a little pale." Harry asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I felt ill this morning, but I'm, better now." Ron replied.
"So," Hermione said, "where should we put our trunks?"
"You can put yours in Ginny's room, Hermione dear." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked over to the three. "And Harry, yours can go in Ron's."
*Thanks for sticking with this chapter. I promise you that this is headed somewhere, and yes I will get to the fluff soon. Just hang with me for a few chapters and it'll all work out. Please please please drop me a review! I'm out, later mates!*
*Author's note: this is my first fan fic. It'll probably be mostly fluff, but hey, that's the best part, isn't it?! Please please please read and review. I really want to know what you think, but be kind. If you hate me more than your worst enemy, kindly keep that to yourself, but if you have helpful criticism I would love to hear it! (of course, praise is always appreciated!) Hope you enjoy.*
The sun slowly rose, casting a bright light through the window of a very old, slightly off center house. Inside every member of the Weasley family was still fast asleep, except one. Ron sat up in his bed, absent mindedly leafing through a book filled with pictures of men in bright orange robes who were doing fantastic rolls and dive in mid-air. Ron didn't really know why he was up so early. He had, in fact, lain in bed for hours the night before. Ron didn't know exactly when he had fallen asleep, but he was sure if hadn't been more than a few hours ago. Surprisingly enough, he felt wide awake. "Probably just excited." He thought to himself while flipping a page.
Ron had good reason to be excited. His two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, would be arriving at the Burrow that day to spend the remaining month of the summer holiday with him. So far Ron had written them constantly, but letters could never make up for not seeing them in person. Ron was also worried about Harry. All Harry's letters had been filled with a tone of false cheerfulness. Harry had always responded to Ron's words of concern by sating he was just fine, and to stop worrying. Ron knew his best friend better than that, however. It would be nice to talk to Harry in person, just to make sure he was all right. The loss of Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had taken its toll on Harry, who had recently seemed more reclusive than ever. The correspondence Ron had kept up with Hermione that summer had been filled with plans to cheer up Harry.
At half past eight Ron checked his watch, put away his book, then hopped out of bed and quickly changed. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen. Fred and George were already seated at the table with their father. Bill and Charlie were helping their mother bring the rest of the food to the table. Everyone was seated when Ginny, the youngest Weasley, hurried down the stairs. "Took you long enough to get down here!" Ron shouted as Ginny pecked her mother, busy making more eggs and toast, on the cheek.
"Shut up!" Ginny retorted as she sat down next to Ron. Ron shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth right before Ginny kicked him hard in the shin.
"Outh! Dad hurth!" Ron yelled through the eggs.
"Ron, stop pestering your sister!" said Mrs. Weasley as Ron looked tragically wronged and Ginny smirked. "Now eat up, everyone. They'll be here in an hour."
Ron swallowed hard and felt the eggs he had in his mouth suddenly turn to ash. He didn't know why, but he now felt incredibly ill. "What's wrong, Ron?" Asked Bill.
"Oh, dear! Has ickle Ronnykins got an upset tummy?" mocked George.
"Do you need me to revive you dear brother?" said Fred in a tone of mock concern.
"Are you all right dear?" Mrs. Weasley called from across the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm fine mum." Ron said back, although he looked anything but fine. He was really white, and his hands were trembling. " I must have just eaten too fast. Can I go upstairs and lay down?"
Charlie gave a derisive snort as Mrs. Weasley felt the forehead of her youngest son, then sent him upstairs.
Ron started walking up, his mind racing. Why had he so suddenly felt ill? It had been at the exact moment that his mother had told him Harry and Hermione would arrive soon. That couldn't be the cause, though, he was excited about seeing his friends again. He gulped as he realized he might not be able to spend the beginning of Harry and Hermione's visit with them. Not if he continued to feel as queasy as he did right now. He decided to get in bed. Hopefully he would feel better if he got a little rest.
Ron woke up to the sound of six Weasleys running down the stairs. He sat up quickly and realized he felt much better. Then he realized what all the commotion must be about. "Harry and Hermione!" he said to himself as he ran out of his room. What he saw when he got down the stairs was the sight of his two best friends surrounded by a mob of Weasleys. Harry and Hermione were being hugged by all the Weasleys in turn. After the rest of Ron's family had gotten their fill of hugs, Harry noticed Ron. "Hey mate! Long time no see!" Harry said with a smile, slapping Ron on the back.
Ron then turned to Hermione who had walked up next to Harry. He suddenly felt his stomach flip again. Hermione looked, well, different somehow. She was wearing loose fitting muggle clothes, and her hair seemed a bushy as ever. In fact there was nothing noticeably strange or out of the ordinary, but some how she looked... different. "Wow," Ron muttered to himself.
"What Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing. Great to see you, Hermione. You look great."
"Thanks, yeah, I got really tan at the beach this summer," she said back.
Harry looked at Ron with a mildly amused expression on his face. "Ron, are you okay, mate? You look a little pale." Harry asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I felt ill this morning, but I'm, better now." Ron replied.
"So," Hermione said, "where should we put our trunks?"
"You can put yours in Ginny's room, Hermione dear." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked over to the three. "And Harry, yours can go in Ron's."
*Thanks for sticking with this chapter. I promise you that this is headed somewhere, and yes I will get to the fluff soon. Just hang with me for a few chapters and it'll all work out. Please please please drop me a review! I'm out, later mates!*