Surprises
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters..
Harry suddenly woke up late the next morning. He quickly put on his glasses and saw that it was 12:30 pm.
Harry heard a voice steadily growing louder "Who do they think they are? *Grunt* Wait till I.. *grunt* I mean it.. first our living room, and now this!"
Footsteps were coming closer and closer.
The door of his bedroom swung open and there he saw his uncle there wearing a look of disgust on his flabby face. Harry knew what must have made him react like this.
"Boy, fetch your filthy school things and go downstairs NOW," barked Uncle Vernon.
Harry quickly gathered up his clothes, books, parchment, quills and everything and stuffing them quickly in his large trunk. Using his seeker sense to make sure he hadn't left anything behind.
He quickly grabbed his trunk and urged Hedwig to go back inside her cage.
Harry ran lightning fast down the stairs and found the familiar faces of Ron, Fred, George and Mr. Weasley trying to communicate with Harry's aunt and uncle.
Harry said quick good byes to his relatives; however they just stared at him as if he were a worthless piece of dirt.
Harry exited before everything turned into a big issue. And glared at Ron and the twins to get a move on.
Fred understood and said, "Dad, I think mum will get worried, she told us not to be late."
"George, no Fred," said Mr. Weasley from the corner of his mouth so that the Dursleys couldn't hear, "I need to look around and see how an average, but extremely clean muggle home is set. Ooh, look at the fellytone, I mean fellyfone, oh whatever."
Mr. Weasley carried on examining the television, computer, a couple of headphones with such fascination.
He noticed a beautiful lakeside painting and said, "The painters must have used some magic. Hmmm," Mr. Weasley carried on examining for what seemed like ten minutes when Uncle Vernon marched into the room and looked as if he were about to explode any second.
"If you don't mind, my family and I are leaving right now to the mall for some shopping. Do you mind leaving?! Now?!" he exclaimed.
"Ooh, the mall, that must be interesting," said Mr. Weasley and he turned to Harry and his kids with a pleasing look on his face.
All the Weasley children all said "No Dad!!" at the same time. Mr. Weasley's fascination with muggles was great.
The Weasleys and Harry began heading out of the door, and into the car.
"Mr. Weasley, are we going my car? Isn't the Burrow quite far from Little Winging?
"It is but who said we were going by car? This is a portkey," answered Mr. Weasley.
"The ministry gave dad permission to make portkeys because they now believe Dumbledore and found out that he was after all telling the truth. I think that now Dumbledore got his Order of Merlin back, his first class, it was the one he last year," answered Ron.
"Oh I see, impressive," said Harry nodding his head in the procedure.
"On three, One.. Two.. Three.."
Harry felt the familiar pull behind the navel and the swirl of colours. Harry could feel Ron beside him. The next thing he knew they arrived in the middle of the Weasleys' Kitchen.
Bill and Charlie were sitting at the kitchen table chatting about how Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes would go and since Ron had told Mrs. Weasley where the twins had gotten the money to rent a joke shop on Diagon alley from. (A/N, he mentioned it in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.)
Mrs. Weasley had just entered the chatty kitchen and greeted Harry with a warm, motherly hug.
"Harry dear, how are you? Your OWL results will be arriving sometime this week," said Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley left towards the cauldron where she was cooking scrumptious stew in.
"Harry, let's go upstairs. I want you to meet someone," said Ron as they both headed up the stairs towards Ron's small but comfortable bedroom.
Ron slowly opened the door and Harry saw someone sleeping in a bed. As the door opened, the person jumped up in surprise.
"Harry, meet Justin Weasley, my cousin. Justin, meet Harry Potter," introduced Ron. Harry and Justin shook hands.
"Wow, so you're the Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you, Ron's told me loads about you," said Justin excitedly. He has an accent that Harry was not used to.
"So, you play Quidditch? I play seeker at Hogwarts," asked Harry trying to make a conversation.
"Oh, I love Quidditch; my favourite team is The fiery Phoenixes. They're awesome! I play seeker at my school in the U.S," answered Justin excitedly. He turned to Ron and said, "My friend will be arriving the day after tomorrow."
"Alright, no problem, fancy a game of Quidditch? Let's ask Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and Ginny if they want to play. It'll be even. Harry, Justin, Fred and Bill can be on one team and Ginny, George, Charlie and I can be on the other," suggested Ron.
All of them played Quidditch. On Harry's team, Harry was seeker, Justin was chaser, Fred was beater and Bill was keeper. On Ron's team, Charlie was seeker, Ginny was chaser, George was beater and Ron was keeper.
The scored was 70: 200 because Harry got the snitch, you have to admit, Ron had improved a lot because there were no Slytherins here to sing that horrible song.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters..
Harry suddenly woke up late the next morning. He quickly put on his glasses and saw that it was 12:30 pm.
Harry heard a voice steadily growing louder "Who do they think they are? *Grunt* Wait till I.. *grunt* I mean it.. first our living room, and now this!"
Footsteps were coming closer and closer.
The door of his bedroom swung open and there he saw his uncle there wearing a look of disgust on his flabby face. Harry knew what must have made him react like this.
"Boy, fetch your filthy school things and go downstairs NOW," barked Uncle Vernon.
Harry quickly gathered up his clothes, books, parchment, quills and everything and stuffing them quickly in his large trunk. Using his seeker sense to make sure he hadn't left anything behind.
He quickly grabbed his trunk and urged Hedwig to go back inside her cage.
Harry ran lightning fast down the stairs and found the familiar faces of Ron, Fred, George and Mr. Weasley trying to communicate with Harry's aunt and uncle.
Harry said quick good byes to his relatives; however they just stared at him as if he were a worthless piece of dirt.
Harry exited before everything turned into a big issue. And glared at Ron and the twins to get a move on.
Fred understood and said, "Dad, I think mum will get worried, she told us not to be late."
"George, no Fred," said Mr. Weasley from the corner of his mouth so that the Dursleys couldn't hear, "I need to look around and see how an average, but extremely clean muggle home is set. Ooh, look at the fellytone, I mean fellyfone, oh whatever."
Mr. Weasley carried on examining the television, computer, a couple of headphones with such fascination.
He noticed a beautiful lakeside painting and said, "The painters must have used some magic. Hmmm," Mr. Weasley carried on examining for what seemed like ten minutes when Uncle Vernon marched into the room and looked as if he were about to explode any second.
"If you don't mind, my family and I are leaving right now to the mall for some shopping. Do you mind leaving?! Now?!" he exclaimed.
"Ooh, the mall, that must be interesting," said Mr. Weasley and he turned to Harry and his kids with a pleasing look on his face.
All the Weasley children all said "No Dad!!" at the same time. Mr. Weasley's fascination with muggles was great.
The Weasleys and Harry began heading out of the door, and into the car.
"Mr. Weasley, are we going my car? Isn't the Burrow quite far from Little Winging?
"It is but who said we were going by car? This is a portkey," answered Mr. Weasley.
"The ministry gave dad permission to make portkeys because they now believe Dumbledore and found out that he was after all telling the truth. I think that now Dumbledore got his Order of Merlin back, his first class, it was the one he last year," answered Ron.
"Oh I see, impressive," said Harry nodding his head in the procedure.
"On three, One.. Two.. Three.."
Harry felt the familiar pull behind the navel and the swirl of colours. Harry could feel Ron beside him. The next thing he knew they arrived in the middle of the Weasleys' Kitchen.
Bill and Charlie were sitting at the kitchen table chatting about how Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes would go and since Ron had told Mrs. Weasley where the twins had gotten the money to rent a joke shop on Diagon alley from. (A/N, he mentioned it in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.)
Mrs. Weasley had just entered the chatty kitchen and greeted Harry with a warm, motherly hug.
"Harry dear, how are you? Your OWL results will be arriving sometime this week," said Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley left towards the cauldron where she was cooking scrumptious stew in.
"Harry, let's go upstairs. I want you to meet someone," said Ron as they both headed up the stairs towards Ron's small but comfortable bedroom.
Ron slowly opened the door and Harry saw someone sleeping in a bed. As the door opened, the person jumped up in surprise.
"Harry, meet Justin Weasley, my cousin. Justin, meet Harry Potter," introduced Ron. Harry and Justin shook hands.
"Wow, so you're the Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you, Ron's told me loads about you," said Justin excitedly. He has an accent that Harry was not used to.
"So, you play Quidditch? I play seeker at Hogwarts," asked Harry trying to make a conversation.
"Oh, I love Quidditch; my favourite team is The fiery Phoenixes. They're awesome! I play seeker at my school in the U.S," answered Justin excitedly. He turned to Ron and said, "My friend will be arriving the day after tomorrow."
"Alright, no problem, fancy a game of Quidditch? Let's ask Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and Ginny if they want to play. It'll be even. Harry, Justin, Fred and Bill can be on one team and Ginny, George, Charlie and I can be on the other," suggested Ron.
All of them played Quidditch. On Harry's team, Harry was seeker, Justin was chaser, Fred was beater and Bill was keeper. On Ron's team, Charlie was seeker, Ginny was chaser, George was beater and Ron was keeper.
The scored was 70: 200 because Harry got the snitch, you have to admit, Ron had improved a lot because there were no Slytherins here to sing that horrible song.