Chapter 3-"Into the Burrow"
Harry woke up the next morning to the sounds of raindrops on his window. He immediately let the augurey go home, in case it didn't rain again for a long time.
As Harry got dressed, he turned aroung to see what time it was. It was 7:49 P.M. Ron was going to be there soon.
Harry walked downstairs to see Dudley lounging ont the couch watching cartoons and Uncle Vernon reading the newspaper; both of them were paying no attention to Harry. Dudley, as Harry predicted, still had his pig ears and large, flat snout.
As soon as Harry stepped into the kitchen, a loud voice bellowed behind him.
"I demand you get Dudley fixed up right away!"
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon," Harry said half-heartedly,"but I don't know what Dudley did."
Harry didn't listen to his uncle's new list of insults because his mind was on something else at the moment: the fireplace. It was boarded up.
Harry raced out of the kitchen, pushing a now very furious Ucle Vernon out of his way. When he did reach the fireplace, he struggled to pull the nailed boards off of it.
"What are you doin', lad?" inquired Uncle Vernon. Dudley didn't notice a thing that was going on. Apparently his television show was more important.
"Ron's gonna be here soon! I need to open the fireplace!" Harry spat.
"You mean those ginger-haired loons are coming through my fireplace again?" his uncle yelled, furiously.
"They're not loons!" Harry said in their defense. "And I wouldn't talk to them like that."
"And why not?"
Harry turned around, his face covered with soot. "Because they might give Dudlekins over there a nice little tail to go with those ears." Harry smirked slightly as his uncle's face went from ecstacy to worry in almost no time at all. Dudley seemed to have heard that response as well, because his attention was now on Harry, his mouth was opened in a state of shock.
Alost instantly, a green flame grew inside the fireplace. Harry stepped back a couple of steps, as did Uncle Vernon. A figure of a person appeared within the fire and soon the figure exited.
"Ron!" Harry shouted in complete excitement.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron replied, his face covered in soot as well. Dudley sat on the couch, staring at Harry and Ron in complete shock. Uncle Vernon just stood there, as scared as Dudley.
Ron turned his attention to Dudley, who now looked like a literal example of what he always was.
"Aw, Harry. You know better than that," Ron said disappointedly, yet he still had a smile on his face.
Harry replied, "But it wasn't me. It was Dudley."
Ron began to shake his head, snorting slightly as Harry went to get his luggage. He dragged every last bit of it towards the fireplace and place inside the tounges of emerald green flames.
"You go first, Harry."
Harry stepped inside, between the huge pile of luggage. He grabed some Floo Powder that Ron held in a container. He shouted "The Burrow," threw the powder into the fire and was sucked into the flames.'I'll never get used to this,' he thought to himself as he began to feel as if he was spinning very fast, which caused him to feel sick. He closed his eyes, hoping the feeling would go away, and when he opened them again, he was standing in the fireplace at the Burrow. He pulled his luggage behind him as he stepped foot into the living room.
"Hello?" he asked to no one in particular. It seemed as if nobody was home.
He heard a loud thump and instinctivly turned around, only to see a no longer red-haired Ron covered in soot from head to toe.
Ron stepped out of the fire and tried to wipe the soot off of him. His attempt was futile.
"Where is everybody?" Harry's curiousty got the best of him.
"They all went out. Ginny's at a friends and my mum's picking her up. Dad's at work and so is Percy. And Fred and George are out trying to catch a javery to get rid of the gnomes in the backyard."
"Oh," Harry said. "When are we going to Diagon Alley? I need to pick up a few things." Harry remember the strange letter he had received.
"Later today," Ron replied. "Mum already received the supply lists."
"Ok, but can I take my stuff upstairs now?" Harry was starting to feel weird about standing in the Weasley's living room with piles of luggage.
"Sure. I need to put the fire out, anyway."
Harry walked upstairs with most of his luggage and entered Ron's room. He spotted a second bed and assumed it was for him, so he placed his luggage on top of the bed and sat down beside it. He opened one of the suitcases and saw the letter lying on top.
Harry heard footsteps coming down the hall and began to wonder if Ron would know anything about the letter.
"Ron?"
"Yea, Harry?" Ron was now standing in the doorway.
"Would you know who might have sent this to me?" Harry handed the letter two Ron and watched as he read it to himself.
"Haven't a clue," he replied, handing the letter back to Harry. "But I wish I did. I would love to thank them."
"Maybe it's Dumbledore," Harry thought aloud. "Maybe he doesn't want to pick favorites so he sent it anonomusly."
"Maybe. We can ask Hermione later."
"I guess so....Hey! Wait a minute!" Harry said, suddenly remembering the augurey."Do you know anything about augureys?"
"Yea," he said, in disgust. "Noisy little buggers. They always cry. And it's not one of those sweet little cries, mind you. It's enough to drive anyone bonkers. Why you ask?
"Because whoever sent this letter sent it on and augurey, not an owl."
"Then that person is either off their rocker or a really good wizard."
"Why would they have to be a good wizard?" This was finally starting to get somewhere.
"Because you have to put silencing spells on them everytime they cry or else they would drive you crazy."
Harry looked down at the letter again. 'It could be Dumbledore,' he thought. 'He's a good wizard.'
Ron interupped Harry's train of thought. "Well, it doesn't matter, does it? All that matters is that the whole Quidditch team is getting new brooms. We'll be unstoppable!" He headed toward the door and left to go outside, leaving Harry to himself. 'It DOES matter.' he began to think to himself. 'What if it's not from Dumbledore? What if it's from Voldemort?' Harry shuttered at the thought.
"RON?! ARE YOU HOME YET?!" The familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley bellowed throughout the house.
"Yes, mum!"
Harry began walking downstairs, carring the letter in one hands and and sackful of galleons, sickles, and knuts in the other. He walked down the stairs two steps at a time and couldn't wait for the Qudditch season to start.
A/N-*Claps hands in happiness* I FINALLY UPDATED! YAY! Ok, in the next chapter, I will begin to introduce more of the plot. Also, unlike my other stories, I'm trying to keep this story as accurate to the actually series a possible, so I'm actually not making up most of these creatures, like augureys and javerys. They're all in the "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" Book. Ok, so everything that happened so far happened for a reason. Everything will begin to fall in place as the story progresses. Ok, please review ant tell me what you think so far because I am not psyhic and won't know what you're thinking unless you tell me. So, review and I will give you a marshmallow in return ^-^.
Another note- Thank you, Liz Dockson, for informing me I had made a mistake. It's been a while since I read the second book, and I guess that's something I had forgotten ^-^. I corrected it, though, so no need to worry. Thanks for helping me.
Harry woke up the next morning to the sounds of raindrops on his window. He immediately let the augurey go home, in case it didn't rain again for a long time.
As Harry got dressed, he turned aroung to see what time it was. It was 7:49 P.M. Ron was going to be there soon.
Harry walked downstairs to see Dudley lounging ont the couch watching cartoons and Uncle Vernon reading the newspaper; both of them were paying no attention to Harry. Dudley, as Harry predicted, still had his pig ears and large, flat snout.
As soon as Harry stepped into the kitchen, a loud voice bellowed behind him.
"I demand you get Dudley fixed up right away!"
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon," Harry said half-heartedly,"but I don't know what Dudley did."
Harry didn't listen to his uncle's new list of insults because his mind was on something else at the moment: the fireplace. It was boarded up.
Harry raced out of the kitchen, pushing a now very furious Ucle Vernon out of his way. When he did reach the fireplace, he struggled to pull the nailed boards off of it.
"What are you doin', lad?" inquired Uncle Vernon. Dudley didn't notice a thing that was going on. Apparently his television show was more important.
"Ron's gonna be here soon! I need to open the fireplace!" Harry spat.
"You mean those ginger-haired loons are coming through my fireplace again?" his uncle yelled, furiously.
"They're not loons!" Harry said in their defense. "And I wouldn't talk to them like that."
"And why not?"
Harry turned around, his face covered with soot. "Because they might give Dudlekins over there a nice little tail to go with those ears." Harry smirked slightly as his uncle's face went from ecstacy to worry in almost no time at all. Dudley seemed to have heard that response as well, because his attention was now on Harry, his mouth was opened in a state of shock.
Alost instantly, a green flame grew inside the fireplace. Harry stepped back a couple of steps, as did Uncle Vernon. A figure of a person appeared within the fire and soon the figure exited.
"Ron!" Harry shouted in complete excitement.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron replied, his face covered in soot as well. Dudley sat on the couch, staring at Harry and Ron in complete shock. Uncle Vernon just stood there, as scared as Dudley.
Ron turned his attention to Dudley, who now looked like a literal example of what he always was.
"Aw, Harry. You know better than that," Ron said disappointedly, yet he still had a smile on his face.
Harry replied, "But it wasn't me. It was Dudley."
Ron began to shake his head, snorting slightly as Harry went to get his luggage. He dragged every last bit of it towards the fireplace and place inside the tounges of emerald green flames.
"You go first, Harry."
Harry stepped inside, between the huge pile of luggage. He grabed some Floo Powder that Ron held in a container. He shouted "The Burrow," threw the powder into the fire and was sucked into the flames.'I'll never get used to this,' he thought to himself as he began to feel as if he was spinning very fast, which caused him to feel sick. He closed his eyes, hoping the feeling would go away, and when he opened them again, he was standing in the fireplace at the Burrow. He pulled his luggage behind him as he stepped foot into the living room.
"Hello?" he asked to no one in particular. It seemed as if nobody was home.
He heard a loud thump and instinctivly turned around, only to see a no longer red-haired Ron covered in soot from head to toe.
Ron stepped out of the fire and tried to wipe the soot off of him. His attempt was futile.
"Where is everybody?" Harry's curiousty got the best of him.
"They all went out. Ginny's at a friends and my mum's picking her up. Dad's at work and so is Percy. And Fred and George are out trying to catch a javery to get rid of the gnomes in the backyard."
"Oh," Harry said. "When are we going to Diagon Alley? I need to pick up a few things." Harry remember the strange letter he had received.
"Later today," Ron replied. "Mum already received the supply lists."
"Ok, but can I take my stuff upstairs now?" Harry was starting to feel weird about standing in the Weasley's living room with piles of luggage.
"Sure. I need to put the fire out, anyway."
Harry walked upstairs with most of his luggage and entered Ron's room. He spotted a second bed and assumed it was for him, so he placed his luggage on top of the bed and sat down beside it. He opened one of the suitcases and saw the letter lying on top.
Harry heard footsteps coming down the hall and began to wonder if Ron would know anything about the letter.
"Ron?"
"Yea, Harry?" Ron was now standing in the doorway.
"Would you know who might have sent this to me?" Harry handed the letter two Ron and watched as he read it to himself.
"Haven't a clue," he replied, handing the letter back to Harry. "But I wish I did. I would love to thank them."
"Maybe it's Dumbledore," Harry thought aloud. "Maybe he doesn't want to pick favorites so he sent it anonomusly."
"Maybe. We can ask Hermione later."
"I guess so....Hey! Wait a minute!" Harry said, suddenly remembering the augurey."Do you know anything about augureys?"
"Yea," he said, in disgust. "Noisy little buggers. They always cry. And it's not one of those sweet little cries, mind you. It's enough to drive anyone bonkers. Why you ask?
"Because whoever sent this letter sent it on and augurey, not an owl."
"Then that person is either off their rocker or a really good wizard."
"Why would they have to be a good wizard?" This was finally starting to get somewhere.
"Because you have to put silencing spells on them everytime they cry or else they would drive you crazy."
Harry looked down at the letter again. 'It could be Dumbledore,' he thought. 'He's a good wizard.'
Ron interupped Harry's train of thought. "Well, it doesn't matter, does it? All that matters is that the whole Quidditch team is getting new brooms. We'll be unstoppable!" He headed toward the door and left to go outside, leaving Harry to himself. 'It DOES matter.' he began to think to himself. 'What if it's not from Dumbledore? What if it's from Voldemort?' Harry shuttered at the thought.
"RON?! ARE YOU HOME YET?!" The familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley bellowed throughout the house.
"Yes, mum!"
Harry began walking downstairs, carring the letter in one hands and and sackful of galleons, sickles, and knuts in the other. He walked down the stairs two steps at a time and couldn't wait for the Qudditch season to start.
A/N-*Claps hands in happiness* I FINALLY UPDATED! YAY! Ok, in the next chapter, I will begin to introduce more of the plot. Also, unlike my other stories, I'm trying to keep this story as accurate to the actually series a possible, so I'm actually not making up most of these creatures, like augureys and javerys. They're all in the "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" Book. Ok, so everything that happened so far happened for a reason. Everything will begin to fall in place as the story progresses. Ok, please review ant tell me what you think so far because I am not psyhic and won't know what you're thinking unless you tell me. So, review and I will give you a marshmallow in return ^-^.
Another note- Thank you, Liz Dockson, for informing me I had made a mistake. It's been a while since I read the second book, and I guess that's something I had forgotten ^-^. I corrected it, though, so no need to worry. Thanks for helping me.