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Before I forget I would like to point out that if I did own the rights to Harry Potter I would be busy writing the REAL second book! Thanks for your reviews! It's appreciated!
3. Chasers and the Trek
After grabbing his Firebolt and seeing that Mrs. Weasly had all his things safely stored in Ron's room, he and his best friend pounded down the stairs and out the back door, mounting their brooms in the process.
"No flying in the house!" Mrs. Weasly shouted from the kitchen. Harry and Ron shouted their apologies before they flew up to the large meadow that was conveniently located in the Burrow's backyard. There, Harry saw four boys and one girl, all with flaming red hair and idiotic grins on their faces. He flew up to the rest of the Weasly brothers and to their only sister, Ginny.
"Absolutely smashing to see you Harry old chap," Fred said in a grand voice as he bowed low over his broom, causing it to dive quickly, Fred almost losing his balance. Everyone laughed out loud as Fred quickly regained control of his broomstick.
"How come you aren't in Diagon Alley with your shop?" Harry asked as Fred's identical twin George came zooming up.
"Having a bit of a holiday. Business has been absolutely mad, we've nearly sold out of everything.had to buy a small factory to start making all of our products," George explained proudly. Harry's eyes widened in shock. They hadn't even been in business for even a quarter of the year, how could they earn that much money in such a short amount of time?
"That's great to hear! I'll have to check out this store myself when we go to Diagon Alley for more supplies," Harry exclaimed happily. Fred and George beamed at him before they zoomed off laughing loudly.
"Enough of this, can we play please? The sooner I get off this broom the better," a rather nervous voice said behind Harry. He turned around and saw Hermione suspended in mid-air a broom underneath her. He ogled her in shock. He had never seen Hermione willingly get up on a broom, let alone fly it in the air. Harry noticed that she was on one of the twin's old brooms. He instantly looked at the twins' brooms and noticed that they were matching Nimbus two thousand twos.
"Yeah let's get going. Since there are eight of us, there'll be four to a team. One keeper, one beater, one chaser and one seeker," Charlie Weasly explained coming up to join the circle that had formed in mid air. Harry noticed that the second oldest Weasly son had earned a couple more scars and healing burns from his dealing with dragons in Romania. With that said, the teams divided into four groups. Harry, Ron, Fred, and Hermione on one side; Charlie, Bill, George, and Ginny on the other. Harry instantly took his position as seeker, Ron as keeper and Fred as his old position as a beater. Hermione looked around nervously.
"What.what am I supposed to be?" she asked timidly as she saw the other team start flying around for a bit of warm-ups.
"Chaser," Ron said almost lazily as he hovered behind the bewitched bubble wand that was made to be the goal post.
"C-ch-chaser?" Hermione squeaked before Ginny gave her a little wave. Ginny had probably presumed the role of chaser for her team.
"It isn't that hard Hermione. Do something different for a change than reading books," Fred pointed out as Hermione gave a scoff.
Charlie flew up from across Harry and gave him a smile. "I'm guessing we're seekers eh?" Harry gave a small gulp. Here he was, pitted against the Gryffindor House Quiddich Team legend, Charlie Weasly. Harry knew that while Charlie was seeker, the Gryffindor team had never lost a tournament until he left, causing a streak until Harry and the team won the Cup his third year.
"I'm guessing so," Harry said returning his smile. They all watched nervously as Ginny flew down to retrieve the large box of Quiddich balls. She opened up the box and everyone watched as the Golden Snitch flew away, enchanted to stay within the boundaries of the meadow. Ginny then released on Bludger which immediately flew up into the air. Ginny carefully picked up the Quaffle and she let the box drop some twenty feet below to the ground. She and Hermione faced off until Ginny threw the Quaffle up into the air, signaling that the game had begun.
Harry immediately took his Firebolt up to the top of the field his eyes scanning for the snitch. He watched as Hermione hurried after Ginny, the fear registering in her eyes as she came right next to the fifteen year old girl. Keeping one hand on her broomstick, the knuckles turning white, Hermione reached out with one hand and tried to grab the Quaffle, but Ginny threw her hand away rather violently. Hermione recoiled a hurt look registering on her face.
"Come on Hermione! You're not supposed to be POLITE AND RESERVED on the Quiddich field! Next time she does that, KNOCK HER OFF HER RUDDY BROOM!" Ron yelled as Ginny hurried forward with the Quaffle, a determined look on her face. Once Ginny was close enough she let the Quaffle fly, just as George smacked the Bludger with his club, heading straight towards Ron.
"Fred!" Hermione screeched out her hands over her mouth in fear as the violent ball was closing fast on Ron. Fred flew over in front of Ron, smacking the Bludger away from the goal post, smacking the Quaffle in Hermione's direction.
"Catch it quick Hermione!" Fred yelled as Ginny let out an angry yell before she zoomed up after Hermione. Harry watched amazed as Hermione flew as fast as she could, both arms outstretched as she caught the Quaffle and headed straight towards Bill.
Harry took his attention away from the game in hopes of finding the snitch. He turned around and saw Charlie doing the same thing his eyes expertly looking over the pitch trying to find a hint of gold that would reveal the winners of the game.
They played on, only stopping the game to go and have a bit of lunch which Mrs. Weasly had set up in the garden close to the playing pitch. They were nearing their fifth hour of playing before Harry saw Charlie dive straight down a glint of gold reflecting behind the box that the Quiddich balls had come from.
Harry zoomed after him, urging his Firebolt on his all his might. He watched as Charlie neared the snitch before him, his hand outstretched. Harry had neared the end of his broomstick, finally pulling up along side him. They both looked at each other for a moment before looking back at the snitch, realizing that it had gone straight up. Wasting no time, Harry pulled his broom up sharply and headed up as fast as he could. He had finally put Charlie Weasly behind him and his fingers had just grazed the snitch.
"YOU LOT GET INSIDE THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW! GATHER YOUR THINGS WE'RE LEAVING! HURRY UP.HURRY UP!" Mrs. Weasly shouted frantically from the house. Harry pulled out from his upward decent and realized that everyone was watching Mrs. Weasly. Her face was red and blotchy from screaming as loudly as she could before they hurriedly tried to gather the Quiddich balls. "FORGET THE RUDDY BALLS! GET INTO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!"
Harry casted a sidelong glance at Ron before he shrugged his shoulders and the eight of them zoomed to the house as quickly as their brooms could carry them. "Get all of your things right now. We're leaving the Burrow," Mrs. Weasly said frantically once all of her children and their friends were inside the house. She slammed the door shut and casted very single locking charm and spell she could muster before she ushered her children upstairs.
"What's gong on?" Fred asked his mother. "We had a smashing game of Quiddich going!" "I can't explain now, just get all your Hogwarts things," she explained to Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny. "And get clothes and whatever else you need and get back down here on the double!" Mrs. Weasly bellowed to Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George. With outraged shouts and questions shooting in every direction as the Weasly children, Harry, and Hermione hurried upstairs to gather their school things. Harry met Ron in his room who was quickly shoving all of his spell books and robes into his trunk.
"Wonder what's gotten into her?" Ron questioned as he picked up his owl's cage, the small owl hooting in excitement. "Pig shut up!" Harry quickly grabbed his school trunk and Hedwig's cage. His white owl gave him a sharp look, scolding him for waking her up during her nap.
"Sorry Hedwig but we need to go in a hurry." Harry explained. Hedwig gave a feeble hoot of apology before the two of them headed downstairs, the rest of the group sent up to get their things joining them.
"Mum would you explain what is going on?" Charlie asked in a reasonably comforting tone. Mrs. Weasly shook her head.
"We're traveling by Floo Powder to the Headquarters of you-know-what," Mrs. Weasly whispered to all of them. "Harry, you go first, then Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and then me. Do you remember the address?" All eight heads nodded simultaneously before Mrs. Weasly gave them a reassuring smile. "Splendid. Harry you first dear."
Harry stepped into the large fireplace with his trunk and Hedwig in tow. He sighed sadly. He didn't want to go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, not so soon. He knew if he went back there, all the memories would come flooding back and he wasn't so sure if he wanted to relive them.
"Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!" Harry shouted as he slammed the powder rather violently on the fireplace floor. And for the second time that day, he was on a trek to his godfather's old house, wondering what was so urgent that the entire Weasly family had to arrive as soon as possible.
Before I forget I would like to point out that if I did own the rights to Harry Potter I would be busy writing the REAL second book! Thanks for your reviews! It's appreciated!
3. Chasers and the Trek
After grabbing his Firebolt and seeing that Mrs. Weasly had all his things safely stored in Ron's room, he and his best friend pounded down the stairs and out the back door, mounting their brooms in the process.
"No flying in the house!" Mrs. Weasly shouted from the kitchen. Harry and Ron shouted their apologies before they flew up to the large meadow that was conveniently located in the Burrow's backyard. There, Harry saw four boys and one girl, all with flaming red hair and idiotic grins on their faces. He flew up to the rest of the Weasly brothers and to their only sister, Ginny.
"Absolutely smashing to see you Harry old chap," Fred said in a grand voice as he bowed low over his broom, causing it to dive quickly, Fred almost losing his balance. Everyone laughed out loud as Fred quickly regained control of his broomstick.
"How come you aren't in Diagon Alley with your shop?" Harry asked as Fred's identical twin George came zooming up.
"Having a bit of a holiday. Business has been absolutely mad, we've nearly sold out of everything.had to buy a small factory to start making all of our products," George explained proudly. Harry's eyes widened in shock. They hadn't even been in business for even a quarter of the year, how could they earn that much money in such a short amount of time?
"That's great to hear! I'll have to check out this store myself when we go to Diagon Alley for more supplies," Harry exclaimed happily. Fred and George beamed at him before they zoomed off laughing loudly.
"Enough of this, can we play please? The sooner I get off this broom the better," a rather nervous voice said behind Harry. He turned around and saw Hermione suspended in mid-air a broom underneath her. He ogled her in shock. He had never seen Hermione willingly get up on a broom, let alone fly it in the air. Harry noticed that she was on one of the twin's old brooms. He instantly looked at the twins' brooms and noticed that they were matching Nimbus two thousand twos.
"Yeah let's get going. Since there are eight of us, there'll be four to a team. One keeper, one beater, one chaser and one seeker," Charlie Weasly explained coming up to join the circle that had formed in mid air. Harry noticed that the second oldest Weasly son had earned a couple more scars and healing burns from his dealing with dragons in Romania. With that said, the teams divided into four groups. Harry, Ron, Fred, and Hermione on one side; Charlie, Bill, George, and Ginny on the other. Harry instantly took his position as seeker, Ron as keeper and Fred as his old position as a beater. Hermione looked around nervously.
"What.what am I supposed to be?" she asked timidly as she saw the other team start flying around for a bit of warm-ups.
"Chaser," Ron said almost lazily as he hovered behind the bewitched bubble wand that was made to be the goal post.
"C-ch-chaser?" Hermione squeaked before Ginny gave her a little wave. Ginny had probably presumed the role of chaser for her team.
"It isn't that hard Hermione. Do something different for a change than reading books," Fred pointed out as Hermione gave a scoff.
Charlie flew up from across Harry and gave him a smile. "I'm guessing we're seekers eh?" Harry gave a small gulp. Here he was, pitted against the Gryffindor House Quiddich Team legend, Charlie Weasly. Harry knew that while Charlie was seeker, the Gryffindor team had never lost a tournament until he left, causing a streak until Harry and the team won the Cup his third year.
"I'm guessing so," Harry said returning his smile. They all watched nervously as Ginny flew down to retrieve the large box of Quiddich balls. She opened up the box and everyone watched as the Golden Snitch flew away, enchanted to stay within the boundaries of the meadow. Ginny then released on Bludger which immediately flew up into the air. Ginny carefully picked up the Quaffle and she let the box drop some twenty feet below to the ground. She and Hermione faced off until Ginny threw the Quaffle up into the air, signaling that the game had begun.
Harry immediately took his Firebolt up to the top of the field his eyes scanning for the snitch. He watched as Hermione hurried after Ginny, the fear registering in her eyes as she came right next to the fifteen year old girl. Keeping one hand on her broomstick, the knuckles turning white, Hermione reached out with one hand and tried to grab the Quaffle, but Ginny threw her hand away rather violently. Hermione recoiled a hurt look registering on her face.
"Come on Hermione! You're not supposed to be POLITE AND RESERVED on the Quiddich field! Next time she does that, KNOCK HER OFF HER RUDDY BROOM!" Ron yelled as Ginny hurried forward with the Quaffle, a determined look on her face. Once Ginny was close enough she let the Quaffle fly, just as George smacked the Bludger with his club, heading straight towards Ron.
"Fred!" Hermione screeched out her hands over her mouth in fear as the violent ball was closing fast on Ron. Fred flew over in front of Ron, smacking the Bludger away from the goal post, smacking the Quaffle in Hermione's direction.
"Catch it quick Hermione!" Fred yelled as Ginny let out an angry yell before she zoomed up after Hermione. Harry watched amazed as Hermione flew as fast as she could, both arms outstretched as she caught the Quaffle and headed straight towards Bill.
Harry took his attention away from the game in hopes of finding the snitch. He turned around and saw Charlie doing the same thing his eyes expertly looking over the pitch trying to find a hint of gold that would reveal the winners of the game.
They played on, only stopping the game to go and have a bit of lunch which Mrs. Weasly had set up in the garden close to the playing pitch. They were nearing their fifth hour of playing before Harry saw Charlie dive straight down a glint of gold reflecting behind the box that the Quiddich balls had come from.
Harry zoomed after him, urging his Firebolt on his all his might. He watched as Charlie neared the snitch before him, his hand outstretched. Harry had neared the end of his broomstick, finally pulling up along side him. They both looked at each other for a moment before looking back at the snitch, realizing that it had gone straight up. Wasting no time, Harry pulled his broom up sharply and headed up as fast as he could. He had finally put Charlie Weasly behind him and his fingers had just grazed the snitch.
"YOU LOT GET INSIDE THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW! GATHER YOUR THINGS WE'RE LEAVING! HURRY UP.HURRY UP!" Mrs. Weasly shouted frantically from the house. Harry pulled out from his upward decent and realized that everyone was watching Mrs. Weasly. Her face was red and blotchy from screaming as loudly as she could before they hurriedly tried to gather the Quiddich balls. "FORGET THE RUDDY BALLS! GET INTO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!"
Harry casted a sidelong glance at Ron before he shrugged his shoulders and the eight of them zoomed to the house as quickly as their brooms could carry them. "Get all of your things right now. We're leaving the Burrow," Mrs. Weasly said frantically once all of her children and their friends were inside the house. She slammed the door shut and casted very single locking charm and spell she could muster before she ushered her children upstairs.
"What's gong on?" Fred asked his mother. "We had a smashing game of Quiddich going!" "I can't explain now, just get all your Hogwarts things," she explained to Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny. "And get clothes and whatever else you need and get back down here on the double!" Mrs. Weasly bellowed to Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George. With outraged shouts and questions shooting in every direction as the Weasly children, Harry, and Hermione hurried upstairs to gather their school things. Harry met Ron in his room who was quickly shoving all of his spell books and robes into his trunk.
"Wonder what's gotten into her?" Ron questioned as he picked up his owl's cage, the small owl hooting in excitement. "Pig shut up!" Harry quickly grabbed his school trunk and Hedwig's cage. His white owl gave him a sharp look, scolding him for waking her up during her nap.
"Sorry Hedwig but we need to go in a hurry." Harry explained. Hedwig gave a feeble hoot of apology before the two of them headed downstairs, the rest of the group sent up to get their things joining them.
"Mum would you explain what is going on?" Charlie asked in a reasonably comforting tone. Mrs. Weasly shook her head.
"We're traveling by Floo Powder to the Headquarters of you-know-what," Mrs. Weasly whispered to all of them. "Harry, you go first, then Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and then me. Do you remember the address?" All eight heads nodded simultaneously before Mrs. Weasly gave them a reassuring smile. "Splendid. Harry you first dear."
Harry stepped into the large fireplace with his trunk and Hedwig in tow. He sighed sadly. He didn't want to go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, not so soon. He knew if he went back there, all the memories would come flooding back and he wasn't so sure if he wanted to relive them.
"Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!" Harry shouted as he slammed the powder rather violently on the fireplace floor. And for the second time that day, he was on a trek to his godfather's old house, wondering what was so urgent that the entire Weasly family had to arrive as soon as possible.