Chapter 2
Harry Potter ran frantically around his bedroom at number 4 privet drive looking for his school things. The Weasley's were arriving in half an hour to take him to their house for the rest of the summer, his annual vacation with his family. The Weasley's always had him and his other friend Hermione to stay during the long summer months, and this year would be no exception. Hermione would be arriving during the last week because she was away with her parents in the south of France. She had told Harry and Ron about some old ruins there which would be perfect to write about in their History of Magic essay, so she would be dragging her Muggle parents around those. Harry laughed at the idea of Mr and Mrs Granger trotting around some dusty old flints after Hermione, who would be asking all the wizard guides for as much information as she could get about the old ruins. "It's 3 rolls of parchment we have to write Harry! I've got to be entirely thorough with it," She had informed him on the train. Harry sighed. He loved both his friends very much, and he really missed them. This summer was going to be fabulous, if he and Ginny could sort everything out. But if not, they were both for the chop.
He and Ginny had been discussing ways to tell Ginny's parents about their relationship, without causing a huge row, for the whole summer. Ginny's brothers would either joke about it or do the protective elder brother thing and punch Harry Square on the nose. Ron most certainly do that, because it was Harry. Ever since the Cho Chang affair everybody at school seemed to think that Harry was some woman eater, who just preyed on women and then when he was done he would just chew them up and spit them out. On the contrary, Cho had chased Harry after Cedric had died, and he had just told her he loved someone else. Cho took it pretty hard and had spread malicious rumours about him around the vicinity to get back at him. These rumours had spread to the daily prophet, and if Molly and Arthur believed them then he would definitely not be able to date Ginny. Hopefully they would not judge Harry before hearing him out, but on the other hand it may destroy the special bond between Harry and The Weasley's. They were his only family after all, since Sirius had departed.
Harry tried not to think about Sirius. The memories were still too difficult to ponder. He tried not to think about what would happen to him and Ginny if the others didn't like what they saw. But, what would happen if Ginny had lost her feelings for him. What would he do with his life without Ginny? There was a loud crash and Harry had no time to think anymore, as Uncle Vernon was calling him down as politely as he could from down the stair.
"GET YOUR ASS DOWN THOSE STAIRS NOW OR YOU WON'T BE GOING WITH THESE.WEASLELS!"
Harry shouted down the stairs after the scarlet, tooth-brush moustached figure, "THEY ARE CALLED THE WEASLEYS!"
"WHATEVER THE HELL THEY ARE, THEY'RE JUST AS ABNORMALL AS YOU." He roared back at the youth. "NOW GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE PRONTO, OR I'LL TAN YOU BEHIND!"
Harry gathered up the rest of his things and through them in his trunk. He grabbed Hedwig, stroking her creamy feathers for a moment, then thundered down the stairs like an elephant with steam flowing freely from his ears. Uncle Vernon was waiting, tapping is leather-clad foot on the carpet. He threw more verbal abuse at him.
"Bloody Hell!! Will you shut that owl up??"
"What did she ever do to you?" Harry retorted, dropping his trunk down by the front door. The glass in the top window of the door threatened to give way.
"When are they getting here anyway? Knowing how late they were last time-"
"At 3, alright? Then you'll be shot of me for the whole summer."
"Good. Finally life can get back to normal round here. Did you know that Dudley-"
"Hasn't even ventured out of his room since I returned?" Hopefully the fat Muppet would of lost a few pounds, as he hasn't eaten anything, Harry thought maliciously. I've been doing them a favour really.
"Yes. As soon as we get you out the sooner he'll be well again!"
Before Harry could retaliate there was a low rumble coming from the back garden. Vernon looked towards the kitchen door with a bemused look plastered all over his baked bean coloured face. Slowly, like an over grown Mammoth he walked out into the kitchen so he could see through the French windows leading out into the garden. Harry quickly followed, wondering to god what it was.
"Oh crap." Harry said to himself.
The Garden was in total pandemonium. The freshly cut lawn (which Harry himself tended to earlier that day whilst peering up at Dudley's curtains, which quivered uncontrollably) was shaking like a very scared leaf. The beautifully arranged plant pots were on the path, shattered into a million terracotta pieces. Soil was all over the grass. The carrots in the vegetable patch shot out from the ground in a flash, flying through the air. The roses drooped down to the trembling ground as the rumbling grew into a roar, sounding almost animal like. The trellis and fence were thrown out onto the gravel by a-
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DOING IN MY BACK GARDEN??" Uncle Vernon screamed. "LAST TIME THE LIVING ROOM, AND NOW THE GARDEN! PETUNIA IS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!"
Mr Weasley, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny emerged from a battered, soil- covered vehicle that stood in the centre of Aunt Petunia's azaleas Ron was green, and Ginny didn't exactly look her best. Mr Weasley's Glasses were snapped in two and his bald patch was sweating. The twins looked like they'd just been on a roller coaster. The car they were in looked a wreck; the two front mirrors were askew (one was missing) the windscreen was half shattered and the colour, which once must of resembled sky blue had been turned a muddy grey. Harry realised something; it was the Weasley's old ford Anglia that had been stuck in the forbidden forest for years. The five of them all smiled and waved at the shocked image of Vernon and Harry.
"Harry! Good to see ya mate!" Ron roared, running towards him. Ron clapped him on the back and embraced him in a manly hug. Ginny grinned devilishly at him. He smiled back. She ran after her older brother and hugged him, which he returned; whispering lightly into her ear so only she could hear "Missed you, sweet thing". She blushed a deep red as she let go of him. The twins came over next.
"Oi! Harry, where's your trunk?"
"Oh, yeah. It's just in the hall. I didn't realise you'd be coming from, er.this way." They chuckled in response.
"How did you get the car back?" Harry enquired. George taped his nose with his finger, warning him that it was probably the product of some devilish plot of theirs. He grinned and decided now wasn't the time. Uncle Vernon was about to blow a fuse at them all.
"Good day to you, Mr Dursley!" Arthur called from the car, out of harms way. Vernon did a rude hand gesture at the balding red head and turned around, muttering about calling the police. The youths giggled at this. They would be far away before they even left the police station.
"Okay Harry, lets get your trunk and stuff, then we'll be off." Ron said, tottering towards the house. Harry looked upwards at Dudley's window to see the curtains were positively quaking under stress.
Within five minutes Harry's stuff was altogether in the back of the car (which was putting up quite a fight, I might add) when a thought struck him.
"Wait! Guys, I've left some stuff upstairs, I wont be a minute." He saw the twins look at each other and groan. What he had left were letters. Letters from Sirius that he kept in the floorboards under his bed. He jumped back down the stairs, blinking back never-ending tears at the thought of his godfather.
Bit once he was in the garden again, all thoughts of Sirius were out of his mind. Uncle Vernon was standing over the car with a sledgehammer in his hand. Mr Weasley was brandishing his wand at the man.
"Look, I'll fix it! No need to damage my property-"
"DAMAGE - PROPERTY?" He was finding it difficult to arrange sentences he was so exasperated. "MY BLOODY GARDEN IS RUINED, YOU MANIAC! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Uncle Vernon struck the bonnet with the weapon hard, making a huge crunch that echoed around the inside of the car.
"Okay kids, its time to go home. Get in hurry!" He said as Mr Dursley struck the car again. Scared for their lives, they all jumped in as the crash thundered around them. Fred started the engine as Mr Weasley took the front passenger seat, screaming, "Get away from the car, you weirdo!" as another hit came down. The car reversed and flew up into the sky, just knocking the tops off the buddleias. "See you next summer!" Harry bellowed, as the others laughed with him.
The Author~ Here we go, next chapter up and running, just as requested! Next one up soon, when my dad lets me back on the internet that is..evil parent...anyways, get reviewing or no more story!
Harry Potter ran frantically around his bedroom at number 4 privet drive looking for his school things. The Weasley's were arriving in half an hour to take him to their house for the rest of the summer, his annual vacation with his family. The Weasley's always had him and his other friend Hermione to stay during the long summer months, and this year would be no exception. Hermione would be arriving during the last week because she was away with her parents in the south of France. She had told Harry and Ron about some old ruins there which would be perfect to write about in their History of Magic essay, so she would be dragging her Muggle parents around those. Harry laughed at the idea of Mr and Mrs Granger trotting around some dusty old flints after Hermione, who would be asking all the wizard guides for as much information as she could get about the old ruins. "It's 3 rolls of parchment we have to write Harry! I've got to be entirely thorough with it," She had informed him on the train. Harry sighed. He loved both his friends very much, and he really missed them. This summer was going to be fabulous, if he and Ginny could sort everything out. But if not, they were both for the chop.
He and Ginny had been discussing ways to tell Ginny's parents about their relationship, without causing a huge row, for the whole summer. Ginny's brothers would either joke about it or do the protective elder brother thing and punch Harry Square on the nose. Ron most certainly do that, because it was Harry. Ever since the Cho Chang affair everybody at school seemed to think that Harry was some woman eater, who just preyed on women and then when he was done he would just chew them up and spit them out. On the contrary, Cho had chased Harry after Cedric had died, and he had just told her he loved someone else. Cho took it pretty hard and had spread malicious rumours about him around the vicinity to get back at him. These rumours had spread to the daily prophet, and if Molly and Arthur believed them then he would definitely not be able to date Ginny. Hopefully they would not judge Harry before hearing him out, but on the other hand it may destroy the special bond between Harry and The Weasley's. They were his only family after all, since Sirius had departed.
Harry tried not to think about Sirius. The memories were still too difficult to ponder. He tried not to think about what would happen to him and Ginny if the others didn't like what they saw. But, what would happen if Ginny had lost her feelings for him. What would he do with his life without Ginny? There was a loud crash and Harry had no time to think anymore, as Uncle Vernon was calling him down as politely as he could from down the stair.
"GET YOUR ASS DOWN THOSE STAIRS NOW OR YOU WON'T BE GOING WITH THESE.WEASLELS!"
Harry shouted down the stairs after the scarlet, tooth-brush moustached figure, "THEY ARE CALLED THE WEASLEYS!"
"WHATEVER THE HELL THEY ARE, THEY'RE JUST AS ABNORMALL AS YOU." He roared back at the youth. "NOW GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE PRONTO, OR I'LL TAN YOU BEHIND!"
Harry gathered up the rest of his things and through them in his trunk. He grabbed Hedwig, stroking her creamy feathers for a moment, then thundered down the stairs like an elephant with steam flowing freely from his ears. Uncle Vernon was waiting, tapping is leather-clad foot on the carpet. He threw more verbal abuse at him.
"Bloody Hell!! Will you shut that owl up??"
"What did she ever do to you?" Harry retorted, dropping his trunk down by the front door. The glass in the top window of the door threatened to give way.
"When are they getting here anyway? Knowing how late they were last time-"
"At 3, alright? Then you'll be shot of me for the whole summer."
"Good. Finally life can get back to normal round here. Did you know that Dudley-"
"Hasn't even ventured out of his room since I returned?" Hopefully the fat Muppet would of lost a few pounds, as he hasn't eaten anything, Harry thought maliciously. I've been doing them a favour really.
"Yes. As soon as we get you out the sooner he'll be well again!"
Before Harry could retaliate there was a low rumble coming from the back garden. Vernon looked towards the kitchen door with a bemused look plastered all over his baked bean coloured face. Slowly, like an over grown Mammoth he walked out into the kitchen so he could see through the French windows leading out into the garden. Harry quickly followed, wondering to god what it was.
"Oh crap." Harry said to himself.
The Garden was in total pandemonium. The freshly cut lawn (which Harry himself tended to earlier that day whilst peering up at Dudley's curtains, which quivered uncontrollably) was shaking like a very scared leaf. The beautifully arranged plant pots were on the path, shattered into a million terracotta pieces. Soil was all over the grass. The carrots in the vegetable patch shot out from the ground in a flash, flying through the air. The roses drooped down to the trembling ground as the rumbling grew into a roar, sounding almost animal like. The trellis and fence were thrown out onto the gravel by a-
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DOING IN MY BACK GARDEN??" Uncle Vernon screamed. "LAST TIME THE LIVING ROOM, AND NOW THE GARDEN! PETUNIA IS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!"
Mr Weasley, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny emerged from a battered, soil- covered vehicle that stood in the centre of Aunt Petunia's azaleas Ron was green, and Ginny didn't exactly look her best. Mr Weasley's Glasses were snapped in two and his bald patch was sweating. The twins looked like they'd just been on a roller coaster. The car they were in looked a wreck; the two front mirrors were askew (one was missing) the windscreen was half shattered and the colour, which once must of resembled sky blue had been turned a muddy grey. Harry realised something; it was the Weasley's old ford Anglia that had been stuck in the forbidden forest for years. The five of them all smiled and waved at the shocked image of Vernon and Harry.
"Harry! Good to see ya mate!" Ron roared, running towards him. Ron clapped him on the back and embraced him in a manly hug. Ginny grinned devilishly at him. He smiled back. She ran after her older brother and hugged him, which he returned; whispering lightly into her ear so only she could hear "Missed you, sweet thing". She blushed a deep red as she let go of him. The twins came over next.
"Oi! Harry, where's your trunk?"
"Oh, yeah. It's just in the hall. I didn't realise you'd be coming from, er.this way." They chuckled in response.
"How did you get the car back?" Harry enquired. George taped his nose with his finger, warning him that it was probably the product of some devilish plot of theirs. He grinned and decided now wasn't the time. Uncle Vernon was about to blow a fuse at them all.
"Good day to you, Mr Dursley!" Arthur called from the car, out of harms way. Vernon did a rude hand gesture at the balding red head and turned around, muttering about calling the police. The youths giggled at this. They would be far away before they even left the police station.
"Okay Harry, lets get your trunk and stuff, then we'll be off." Ron said, tottering towards the house. Harry looked upwards at Dudley's window to see the curtains were positively quaking under stress.
Within five minutes Harry's stuff was altogether in the back of the car (which was putting up quite a fight, I might add) when a thought struck him.
"Wait! Guys, I've left some stuff upstairs, I wont be a minute." He saw the twins look at each other and groan. What he had left were letters. Letters from Sirius that he kept in the floorboards under his bed. He jumped back down the stairs, blinking back never-ending tears at the thought of his godfather.
Bit once he was in the garden again, all thoughts of Sirius were out of his mind. Uncle Vernon was standing over the car with a sledgehammer in his hand. Mr Weasley was brandishing his wand at the man.
"Look, I'll fix it! No need to damage my property-"
"DAMAGE - PROPERTY?" He was finding it difficult to arrange sentences he was so exasperated. "MY BLOODY GARDEN IS RUINED, YOU MANIAC! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Uncle Vernon struck the bonnet with the weapon hard, making a huge crunch that echoed around the inside of the car.
"Okay kids, its time to go home. Get in hurry!" He said as Mr Dursley struck the car again. Scared for their lives, they all jumped in as the crash thundered around them. Fred started the engine as Mr Weasley took the front passenger seat, screaming, "Get away from the car, you weirdo!" as another hit came down. The car reversed and flew up into the sky, just knocking the tops off the buddleias. "See you next summer!" Harry bellowed, as the others laughed with him.
The Author~ Here we go, next chapter up and running, just as requested! Next one up soon, when my dad lets me back on the internet that is..evil parent...anyways, get reviewing or no more story!