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Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or the setting. They belong to the great J.K Rowling!
Chapter 2:
The delicious smell of bacon floated up the stairs as Ron bounded down, his trunk floating in midair behind him. "Good morning, mum," he said to his mother, a portly red-haired woman standing at the sink.
"Good morning, dear! Today's the big day! Are you excited? I made kippers, toast, and bacon, your favorite!" she said while waving her wand at a pile of dirty dishes so they would clean themselves. Mrs. Weasley walked over to Ron and practically pushed him into a chair.
"Sit down and eat up! You said tryouts were today, and I don't want you feeling weak and malnourished," she said while putting a plate piled high with kippers, toast and bacon. Ron, never one to refuse food when offered, remembered how hungry he was and began to eat.
A great noise came from the stairwell and Ginny appeared, lugging her trunk behind her. She was starting her seventh year, and was going to Apparate to the train station after breakfast. Ginny had grown taller that summer, and she was now very pretty and as a result spent hours obsessing over her looks. But now, she wore an expression of annoyment.
"Mum!! Why does Ron get to take Pig to his stupid school with him?? Why can't I take him to Hogwarts?? Ron never writes letters to you and dad anyways, he's always got LOADS of more exciting things to do with his friends than write letters-"
"Now Ginny, you know that it is Ron's owl, not yours, and that gives him the right to do whatever he wants with it. And why did you drag your trunk downstairs? You could have levitated it, dear! Now there are scuff marks all over the floor!" Mrs. Weasley, grumbling, went into another room to get a bottle of Mrs. Skowers All Purpose Magical Mess Remover, as Ginny sat down at the table in a huff.
"Morning," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of toast.
Ginny said nothing, just shot him a dirty look and went to get some breakfast from the stove. Ron just shrugged his shoulders and kept eating.
After a few minutes silence, Ginny spoke. "Ron, how was your seventh year? Was it vastly different from all of your other years? I'm really nervous about everything, and that we'll have to do our final N.E.W.T.'s and all."
"Obsessing over grades, you sound like Her-" Ron stopped himself and scowled. "Ron, what exactly happened between you and Hermione? You two used to be the best of friends, but now-" Ginny trailed off, seeing how Ron's ears had started to turn red.
"NOTHING!!" yelled Ron. He had tried to forget everything that had happened that moment in his seventh year, when Hermione had- He shook his head. He did NOT want to spoil his day, it being so early, and as a distraction, he started going over all the Keeper maneuvers he had read about in his book, The "Kwalities" of Keepers, in his head.
Ginny, however, was not thrown off. She pressed on, saying, "Is it true that-"
"NO!!!!" bellowed Ron. He jumped up from the table as Ginny covered her ears, knowing what was about to happen next. "Just shut up and leave me alone!!! I'm starting to feel sorry that you are my sister, always asking me questions about this and that, when it's really NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!!"
Ron suddenly stopped, since he had run out of breath, and also for the fact that Ginny looked like she was going to cry. He walked around the table and gave her a hug. "Ginny, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, I'm just very touchy on the subject when people ask me what really did happen between me and He.her," he said softly. Ginny nodded and hugged him back.
At that moment there was a loud THUD against the window frame. Ron and Ginny looked at each other, wearing puzzled looks, when Mrs. Weasley bustled in, wearing gardening gloves and holding Errol with a scroll tied to his foot.
"Poor Errol, I'm starting to think we should leave this window open so he doesn't keep running into it," she said. Ginny went over and took Errol as her mother untied the scroll to his foot.
"I hope Errol's okay," she said softly to her brother. "He's probably just out cold again."
"Yeah, I hope we don't have to get a new-" Ron stopped, glancing suddenly at his mother. Her face had gone white and her eyes were widened in terror.
Ron rushed over to her side and helped her sit in a chair. "Mum, what's wrong?" he said. He had never seen his mother like this before, only the time when his dad had gotten attacked by a snake while doing work for the Order.
Ginny took the scroll from her mother's shaking hands and read it. "Ron." Ginny's voice faltered and her eyes, too, widened in terror.
"What is it?? Tell me!!! Is it dad??" Ron practically shouted. It was then when he noticed that the scroll was pale green, meaning it had come from St. Mungo's.
"Harry's in the hospital, Ron. He's in a coma."
(Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist! I'll post again soon!)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or the setting. They belong to the great J.K Rowling!
Chapter 2:
The delicious smell of bacon floated up the stairs as Ron bounded down, his trunk floating in midair behind him. "Good morning, mum," he said to his mother, a portly red-haired woman standing at the sink.
"Good morning, dear! Today's the big day! Are you excited? I made kippers, toast, and bacon, your favorite!" she said while waving her wand at a pile of dirty dishes so they would clean themselves. Mrs. Weasley walked over to Ron and practically pushed him into a chair.
"Sit down and eat up! You said tryouts were today, and I don't want you feeling weak and malnourished," she said while putting a plate piled high with kippers, toast and bacon. Ron, never one to refuse food when offered, remembered how hungry he was and began to eat.
A great noise came from the stairwell and Ginny appeared, lugging her trunk behind her. She was starting her seventh year, and was going to Apparate to the train station after breakfast. Ginny had grown taller that summer, and she was now very pretty and as a result spent hours obsessing over her looks. But now, she wore an expression of annoyment.
"Mum!! Why does Ron get to take Pig to his stupid school with him?? Why can't I take him to Hogwarts?? Ron never writes letters to you and dad anyways, he's always got LOADS of more exciting things to do with his friends than write letters-"
"Now Ginny, you know that it is Ron's owl, not yours, and that gives him the right to do whatever he wants with it. And why did you drag your trunk downstairs? You could have levitated it, dear! Now there are scuff marks all over the floor!" Mrs. Weasley, grumbling, went into another room to get a bottle of Mrs. Skowers All Purpose Magical Mess Remover, as Ginny sat down at the table in a huff.
"Morning," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of toast.
Ginny said nothing, just shot him a dirty look and went to get some breakfast from the stove. Ron just shrugged his shoulders and kept eating.
After a few minutes silence, Ginny spoke. "Ron, how was your seventh year? Was it vastly different from all of your other years? I'm really nervous about everything, and that we'll have to do our final N.E.W.T.'s and all."
"Obsessing over grades, you sound like Her-" Ron stopped himself and scowled. "Ron, what exactly happened between you and Hermione? You two used to be the best of friends, but now-" Ginny trailed off, seeing how Ron's ears had started to turn red.
"NOTHING!!" yelled Ron. He had tried to forget everything that had happened that moment in his seventh year, when Hermione had- He shook his head. He did NOT want to spoil his day, it being so early, and as a distraction, he started going over all the Keeper maneuvers he had read about in his book, The "Kwalities" of Keepers, in his head.
Ginny, however, was not thrown off. She pressed on, saying, "Is it true that-"
"NO!!!!" bellowed Ron. He jumped up from the table as Ginny covered her ears, knowing what was about to happen next. "Just shut up and leave me alone!!! I'm starting to feel sorry that you are my sister, always asking me questions about this and that, when it's really NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!!"
Ron suddenly stopped, since he had run out of breath, and also for the fact that Ginny looked like she was going to cry. He walked around the table and gave her a hug. "Ginny, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, I'm just very touchy on the subject when people ask me what really did happen between me and He.her," he said softly. Ginny nodded and hugged him back.
At that moment there was a loud THUD against the window frame. Ron and Ginny looked at each other, wearing puzzled looks, when Mrs. Weasley bustled in, wearing gardening gloves and holding Errol with a scroll tied to his foot.
"Poor Errol, I'm starting to think we should leave this window open so he doesn't keep running into it," she said. Ginny went over and took Errol as her mother untied the scroll to his foot.
"I hope Errol's okay," she said softly to her brother. "He's probably just out cold again."
"Yeah, I hope we don't have to get a new-" Ron stopped, glancing suddenly at his mother. Her face had gone white and her eyes were widened in terror.
Ron rushed over to her side and helped her sit in a chair. "Mum, what's wrong?" he said. He had never seen his mother like this before, only the time when his dad had gotten attacked by a snake while doing work for the Order.
Ginny took the scroll from her mother's shaking hands and read it. "Ron." Ginny's voice faltered and her eyes, too, widened in terror.
"What is it?? Tell me!!! Is it dad??" Ron practically shouted. It was then when he noticed that the scroll was pale green, meaning it had come from St. Mungo's.
"Harry's in the hospital, Ron. He's in a coma."
(Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist! I'll post again soon!)