~ Dear Reader,
Sweet775- Thank you for reviewing! I appreciate it.I am also up for any ideas you might have, I tend to get writers block a lot.
Pier- I try to make the chapters longer, I do, cause I hate it when other people's are short.but it's harder than you think. I don't see what you mean by history.and what do you mean 'what is a muggles?'?
Sincerely,
She-Who-Must-Not-Be
~ Ch. 2 The little Blue Farm House ~
As Harry and Remus reached the blue house, Harry realized it was not as large as it had looked from far away. In fact, it looked tiny, so tiny, that he couldn't possibly see how he, Remus, Sirius, Hermione, and the Weasley's could all live in it.
He should have guessed that there was some magic involved.
As they opened the small wood-framed door, the first thing they both saw was a large, comfortable living room. It had a blue carpet, and regular white walls. There was an old fashioned stove-oven in the corner with a fire cackling merrily. There was a muggle television set on a wood shelf with muggle videotapes and a stereo player. There was a small couch and several chairs placed decoratively here and there.
However, Harry did not have much time to look at all this, as Mrs. Weasley came and hugged him.
"Harry! You're here!" she cried happily. It took several minutes before Harry could convince her that he needed to breathe.
After the occupants of the room had greeted Harry, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and Ginny, Mrs. Weasley had gone into the kitchen to make dinner, her blue eyes shining and her flaming red hair bouncing.
Mr. Weasley seemed greatly intrigued by the muggle devices, the house was full of them. Just as Sirius was about to show Harry to his room, the Weasley brothers and Hermione came inside, they had been outside, collecting wood for the fire.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, dropping the wood and rushing into his arms. "Oh, it's so great to see you!" she said, her face a slight pink, weather or not it was from cold, (it was a cold, unusual July.) he could not tell.
"Good to see ya mate," came Ron's reply as he loaded his, and Hermione's, wood into the wood crate. "I can't see why we couldn't just use magic, I hate this." Harry scowled slightly, what did he know about over excessive work?
As Mrs. Weasley was setting food on the table, she brought up an interesting point of conversation.
"Alright, you kids will have to go to school," she said, "And it's up to you to come up with a name to put you under. We can't very well use your real names."
Harry thought for a moment. "What school would we be going to? I mean, like.what kind of school?"
"Muggle, you dolt," said Ron sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Wow? Really?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Hmm. I think it will be interesting," she said, "I mean, I went to a muggle school, but I wonder what it would be like after all these years, and in America too."
"I'm with Mione." said Harry, "I wonder if it would be the same."
"What is muggle school like?" asked Ginny.
"Wretched,"
"Wonderful," said Harry and Hermione in unison.
Every body in the living room laughed. (There was no dining room and the kitchen was too small so they ate in the living room on whatever chairs they could). "So it's wonderful, and it's wretched." Said Ginny.
"It depends, if you have a cousin who beats you up day after day after day, it's the worst experience ever." Said Harry bitterly. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"However," said Hermione, trying to sound cheerful, "It can be quite delightful, and we won't be completely new, at least we'll have each other as friends." Harry brightened up.
"Yes, this will be fun." He said.
"What kind of courses would you take?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Um.we'd be in.well, in American muggle schools, we'd be in.either freshmen year or sophomore year in high school." Hermione explained. "Well, me, Ron, and Harry anyway. I'm not sure what we'd take. However, if there is a music class, I'd love to finish learning the violin."
"Violin?" asked Harry, "You took that?"
"Yea," she asked, "Why?"
"I took it," he said, "I couldn't ever practice, and I had to use a school instrument, but I still took it."
"Neat,"
And so Harry and Hermione were engaged in conversation throughout dinner that bored the others to listen to. However, they both shared experiences from their old school and what classes they would like to take, that would interest Ron or Ginny.
When dinner was done Ron escorted Harry to their room. It was up a narrow, curved staircase, through a thin, but long hall with bookshelves and pictures, and to a wooden door. They opened it and there was a large room, with emerald green carpeting. There were two very large four poster beds, and the entire room seemed to be based on the Gryffendor colors, red and gold. There were two bookshelves and two closets and two dressers, and two desks as well. Ron's side of the room was bright orange, and had posters of people on brooms. Harry decided to make his.
"What, have you gone Slytherine on us?" asked Ron, as Harry cast the last spell he would be able to use on his room. (They were aloud to do magic for a week to get settled, only a limited amount however.)
Harry had decorated his side of the room with emerald green and silver. He hadn't meant it to be so Slytherine, but he liked the combination of green and silver.
"Hey, it's not my fault green and silver happen to be nice colors." He said, smiling. "This makes a horrible clash," he said, nodding towards the area were green turned to bright orange.
"I have one more spell I can use," said Ron, he waved his wand, and immediately there was a wood door separating the two, harry opened it and smiled.
"Good one." He said, and frowned. "How long have you had that?" he asked, pointing to a diary, the diary that had caused so much pain in his second year.
"What? Oh, it's just Gin's diary." He said.
"That looks like."
Ron tossed it to him, and the name said 'Virginia Weasley' and it looked newer. Ok, he would trust it, for now.
At that moment Hermione came bounding into there room.
"We start school on Monday," she said excitedly, "At Westridge Pikes Senior High, we're freshmen, so is Gin, and we have to make up identities. We have three days to create a person and a reasonable school record." She said, and bounced out of the room, leaving Ron and Harry gaping.
"Same year as my younger sister?" asked Ron, clearly horrified.
"James Evans," said Harry, smiling(he didn't seem to notice Ron). "No, Evan Black."
Sweet775- Thank you for reviewing! I appreciate it.I am also up for any ideas you might have, I tend to get writers block a lot.
Pier- I try to make the chapters longer, I do, cause I hate it when other people's are short.but it's harder than you think. I don't see what you mean by history.and what do you mean 'what is a muggles?'?
Sincerely,
She-Who-Must-Not-Be
~ Ch. 2 The little Blue Farm House ~
As Harry and Remus reached the blue house, Harry realized it was not as large as it had looked from far away. In fact, it looked tiny, so tiny, that he couldn't possibly see how he, Remus, Sirius, Hermione, and the Weasley's could all live in it.
He should have guessed that there was some magic involved.
As they opened the small wood-framed door, the first thing they both saw was a large, comfortable living room. It had a blue carpet, and regular white walls. There was an old fashioned stove-oven in the corner with a fire cackling merrily. There was a muggle television set on a wood shelf with muggle videotapes and a stereo player. There was a small couch and several chairs placed decoratively here and there.
However, Harry did not have much time to look at all this, as Mrs. Weasley came and hugged him.
"Harry! You're here!" she cried happily. It took several minutes before Harry could convince her that he needed to breathe.
After the occupants of the room had greeted Harry, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and Ginny, Mrs. Weasley had gone into the kitchen to make dinner, her blue eyes shining and her flaming red hair bouncing.
Mr. Weasley seemed greatly intrigued by the muggle devices, the house was full of them. Just as Sirius was about to show Harry to his room, the Weasley brothers and Hermione came inside, they had been outside, collecting wood for the fire.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, dropping the wood and rushing into his arms. "Oh, it's so great to see you!" she said, her face a slight pink, weather or not it was from cold, (it was a cold, unusual July.) he could not tell.
"Good to see ya mate," came Ron's reply as he loaded his, and Hermione's, wood into the wood crate. "I can't see why we couldn't just use magic, I hate this." Harry scowled slightly, what did he know about over excessive work?
As Mrs. Weasley was setting food on the table, she brought up an interesting point of conversation.
"Alright, you kids will have to go to school," she said, "And it's up to you to come up with a name to put you under. We can't very well use your real names."
Harry thought for a moment. "What school would we be going to? I mean, like.what kind of school?"
"Muggle, you dolt," said Ron sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Wow? Really?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Hmm. I think it will be interesting," she said, "I mean, I went to a muggle school, but I wonder what it would be like after all these years, and in America too."
"I'm with Mione." said Harry, "I wonder if it would be the same."
"What is muggle school like?" asked Ginny.
"Wretched,"
"Wonderful," said Harry and Hermione in unison.
Every body in the living room laughed. (There was no dining room and the kitchen was too small so they ate in the living room on whatever chairs they could). "So it's wonderful, and it's wretched." Said Ginny.
"It depends, if you have a cousin who beats you up day after day after day, it's the worst experience ever." Said Harry bitterly. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"However," said Hermione, trying to sound cheerful, "It can be quite delightful, and we won't be completely new, at least we'll have each other as friends." Harry brightened up.
"Yes, this will be fun." He said.
"What kind of courses would you take?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Um.we'd be in.well, in American muggle schools, we'd be in.either freshmen year or sophomore year in high school." Hermione explained. "Well, me, Ron, and Harry anyway. I'm not sure what we'd take. However, if there is a music class, I'd love to finish learning the violin."
"Violin?" asked Harry, "You took that?"
"Yea," she asked, "Why?"
"I took it," he said, "I couldn't ever practice, and I had to use a school instrument, but I still took it."
"Neat,"
And so Harry and Hermione were engaged in conversation throughout dinner that bored the others to listen to. However, they both shared experiences from their old school and what classes they would like to take, that would interest Ron or Ginny.
When dinner was done Ron escorted Harry to their room. It was up a narrow, curved staircase, through a thin, but long hall with bookshelves and pictures, and to a wooden door. They opened it and there was a large room, with emerald green carpeting. There were two very large four poster beds, and the entire room seemed to be based on the Gryffendor colors, red and gold. There were two bookshelves and two closets and two dressers, and two desks as well. Ron's side of the room was bright orange, and had posters of people on brooms. Harry decided to make his.
"What, have you gone Slytherine on us?" asked Ron, as Harry cast the last spell he would be able to use on his room. (They were aloud to do magic for a week to get settled, only a limited amount however.)
Harry had decorated his side of the room with emerald green and silver. He hadn't meant it to be so Slytherine, but he liked the combination of green and silver.
"Hey, it's not my fault green and silver happen to be nice colors." He said, smiling. "This makes a horrible clash," he said, nodding towards the area were green turned to bright orange.
"I have one more spell I can use," said Ron, he waved his wand, and immediately there was a wood door separating the two, harry opened it and smiled.
"Good one." He said, and frowned. "How long have you had that?" he asked, pointing to a diary, the diary that had caused so much pain in his second year.
"What? Oh, it's just Gin's diary." He said.
"That looks like."
Ron tossed it to him, and the name said 'Virginia Weasley' and it looked newer. Ok, he would trust it, for now.
At that moment Hermione came bounding into there room.
"We start school on Monday," she said excitedly, "At Westridge Pikes Senior High, we're freshmen, so is Gin, and we have to make up identities. We have three days to create a person and a reasonable school record." She said, and bounced out of the room, leaving Ron and Harry gaping.
"Same year as my younger sister?" asked Ron, clearly horrified.
"James Evans," said Harry, smiling(he didn't seem to notice Ron). "No, Evan Black."