POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 3
The fresh smell of the cooking bacon filled the room and Ronald Weasly grinned with approval. It was Sunday, Ron's feet sat comfortable on the leather foot rest as he stared down at the Daily Prophet. And then the knock broke the silence. Not a loud booming knock like the taxman's but a polite rapping at the door that Ron's brain linked with his mother visiting.
"Could you get that ?" Hermione's voice chirped from the kitchen. This was also Hermione's only day off but she strived to help her husband. He worked, on his own, from 6 till late and she only had to work form mid-day till the early evening, he deserved a longer rest. Ron grunted as his back gave him a slight pain upon standing up and made his way to the door. At first he could believe his eyes when he stared through the peep hole. He rubbed them and looked again.
"Hermione dear," Ron shouted, "It's Harry."
***
Hermione placed the steaming tea in front of their surprising guest and collapsed into the chair next to her husband. His story was as unbelievable as his sudden visit. Ron shook his head and for the first time in many years Harry could see the scared child on his face again. 'Just like the time we crashed into the willow tree,' Harry thought to himself and then Ron spoke.
"Well we'll have to round up the gang." Ron muttered leaning back slightly on his chair. "And then we'll need to formulate some sort of plan." Hermione stood slowly to the chair. Harry sipped his tea politely, although it was as bad as Hagrid's had been all those years ago.
"We need a hideout," Harry muttered slowly, lowering his cup, "If this guy's as dangerous as Malfoy makes him out to be we need to get somewhere safe and fast." Hermione made her way slowly to the telephone (Ron had given in to her pleas for the Muggle necessity's) and she picked up the receiver. Harry yawned slightly. He had walked all night, his wand was damaged and he couldn't remember how to apperate regardless. It had been a long time.
"Hello," Hermione spook into the receiver. Ron stood up and motioned to Harry. He followed.
***
"I really don't believe you Ron," Harry muttered as they walked slowly by the side of the hidden item in the bushes. "How the hell did you restore it." Ron smiled. His face was weary and tiresome but he still had the old spark that Harry remembered.
"We'll set out in it tomorrow," Ron said patting the flying Ford Anglia. "We'll head to the burrow and pick up Ginny. And then from there..." He stopped, his face struggling to hide his fear and puzzled thoughts. "Well, we'll just see what happens."
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 3
The fresh smell of the cooking bacon filled the room and Ronald Weasly grinned with approval. It was Sunday, Ron's feet sat comfortable on the leather foot rest as he stared down at the Daily Prophet. And then the knock broke the silence. Not a loud booming knock like the taxman's but a polite rapping at the door that Ron's brain linked with his mother visiting.
"Could you get that ?" Hermione's voice chirped from the kitchen. This was also Hermione's only day off but she strived to help her husband. He worked, on his own, from 6 till late and she only had to work form mid-day till the early evening, he deserved a longer rest. Ron grunted as his back gave him a slight pain upon standing up and made his way to the door. At first he could believe his eyes when he stared through the peep hole. He rubbed them and looked again.
"Hermione dear," Ron shouted, "It's Harry."
***
Hermione placed the steaming tea in front of their surprising guest and collapsed into the chair next to her husband. His story was as unbelievable as his sudden visit. Ron shook his head and for the first time in many years Harry could see the scared child on his face again. 'Just like the time we crashed into the willow tree,' Harry thought to himself and then Ron spoke.
"Well we'll have to round up the gang." Ron muttered leaning back slightly on his chair. "And then we'll need to formulate some sort of plan." Hermione stood slowly to the chair. Harry sipped his tea politely, although it was as bad as Hagrid's had been all those years ago.
"We need a hideout," Harry muttered slowly, lowering his cup, "If this guy's as dangerous as Malfoy makes him out to be we need to get somewhere safe and fast." Hermione made her way slowly to the telephone (Ron had given in to her pleas for the Muggle necessity's) and she picked up the receiver. Harry yawned slightly. He had walked all night, his wand was damaged and he couldn't remember how to apperate regardless. It had been a long time.
"Hello," Hermione spook into the receiver. Ron stood up and motioned to Harry. He followed.
***
"I really don't believe you Ron," Harry muttered as they walked slowly by the side of the hidden item in the bushes. "How the hell did you restore it." Ron smiled. His face was weary and tiresome but he still had the old spark that Harry remembered.
"We'll set out in it tomorrow," Ron said patting the flying Ford Anglia. "We'll head to the burrow and pick up Ginny. And then from there..." He stopped, his face struggling to hide his fear and puzzled thoughts. "Well, we'll just see what happens."