[Disclaimer]: I am not the creator of the Harry Potter Sequels. J.K Rowling
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[A/N]: Okay, this is my VERY FIRST fan-fic .. SOOO, if it's not all that "wahoo-ish", then please forgive me. I fully intend to do a better job, later on. Thanks!
Harry woke to a loud banging noise, coming from his door.
"Bloody Hell! WAKE UP!" Came Uncle Vernon's voice from the other side of the door, "Someone's here to see you!"
"Who would be coming to see me?" Harry thought, as he got out of bed, and clumsily threw on a clean pair of cloths. As he opened the door to his room, he was greeted by a very red-faced Uncle Vernon.
"Yes?" Harry said coolly, "Who's here?"
"It's those red headed . FREAKS! Again!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE THEY DOING HEAR?!" Uncle Vernon screamed, spraying little bits of spittle everywhere. Before Uncle Vernon could say anything else, Harry bolted down the stairs to greet the Weasely's.
"RON!" Harry said happily, as he shook his best friends hand, "How're you?! I had no idea you were coming! Why didn't you send me an owl? I'm SO glad you're here! Where's Hermione? Is something -"
"Geez Mate, could you possible tone it down a notch?" Ron said, a grin coming over his face, "But I'm glad to see you as well. Oh yeah, Hermione is at the Burrow with Ginny, and Mum. We'll be leaving for there, soon. You just need to gather up your stuff .." Ron trailed off. Harry wasn't really paying attention, he was too busy thinking about all the fun they'd be having. School was in a couple of weeks, they had a lot of time to kill.
Harry was about to ask how they'd be getting to the Burrow, when a thought of horror struck him. "What if Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia don't let me go ." He said out loud, more to himself, then anyone else.
"Of course we're not going to let you go," Roared Uncle Vernon from the other side of the room, "That's an INSANE idea. The fact that these freaks even DARE come to my home again . it's . INFURIATING!" Uncle Vernon's face had now managed to change 3 whole shades of red. His fat face was shaking with fury. "I DO NOT know what makes these freaks think that they can just come BARGING into my home, and ask for you!"
"Ah, Good Sir, we did not just "barge" into your home. We knocked on the door . THEN we barged into your home." Mr. Weasely said, a grin crossing his face. "Now, if you don't mind, my children, Harry, and I shall be leaving as soon as Harry has his things."
"But . But . PETUNIA!!" Uncle Vernon spat. Aunt Petunia came running into the living room.
"W-what seems to be the matter, dear?" Her voice sang, as she entered the room. When she saw who stood before her, her posture went rigid. "Oh. I see. What's going on here?" She asked with a sharp tone.
"They're going to take Harry with them, again! Didn't that freak Wizard say that he wanted Harry to stay here for the summer? I was having fun with his solitary confinement!" Uncle Vernon said, smiling.
"Well, George, Fred, will you please go and get Harry's things, we'll be leaving soon." Mr. Weasely said, ignoring both Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunias fits of protests. "I assure you, Harry will be plenty safe at our home. Trust me. I'm glad to see that you're finally taking an interest in the boy's well being."
"Taking an interest in his 'well being'?" Uncle Vernon began, "It's not HIM I'm worried about! It's us! I don't know what that Wizard will do to us, if he finds out that we let Harry run around with you . people!"
"I'm sure Dumbledore will be fine with this. I assure you, he will not do anything to harm you, or your family. I will notify him about Harry's where- abouts tomorrow." Mr. Weasely said, smiling. "Ah, George, Fred, you've gotten his things. I think we'll be off now. Nice seeing you again Mr. and Mrs. Dursely." Mr. Weasely said, on a final note.
"Bye!" Harry yelled, as he grabbed his broom, and headed out the door. "This is great!" Harry thought to himself, as Mr. Weasely strapped Harry's chest to his broom.
"We'll be flying there." Said Mr. Weasely. "We should arrive in no time."
[A/N]: Okay, this is my VERY FIRST fan-fic .. SOOO, if it's not all that "wahoo-ish", then please forgive me. I fully intend to do a better job, later on. Thanks!
Harry woke to a loud banging noise, coming from his door.
"Bloody Hell! WAKE UP!" Came Uncle Vernon's voice from the other side of the door, "Someone's here to see you!"
"Who would be coming to see me?" Harry thought, as he got out of bed, and clumsily threw on a clean pair of cloths. As he opened the door to his room, he was greeted by a very red-faced Uncle Vernon.
"Yes?" Harry said coolly, "Who's here?"
"It's those red headed . FREAKS! Again!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE THEY DOING HEAR?!" Uncle Vernon screamed, spraying little bits of spittle everywhere. Before Uncle Vernon could say anything else, Harry bolted down the stairs to greet the Weasely's.
"RON!" Harry said happily, as he shook his best friends hand, "How're you?! I had no idea you were coming! Why didn't you send me an owl? I'm SO glad you're here! Where's Hermione? Is something -"
"Geez Mate, could you possible tone it down a notch?" Ron said, a grin coming over his face, "But I'm glad to see you as well. Oh yeah, Hermione is at the Burrow with Ginny, and Mum. We'll be leaving for there, soon. You just need to gather up your stuff .." Ron trailed off. Harry wasn't really paying attention, he was too busy thinking about all the fun they'd be having. School was in a couple of weeks, they had a lot of time to kill.
Harry was about to ask how they'd be getting to the Burrow, when a thought of horror struck him. "What if Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia don't let me go ." He said out loud, more to himself, then anyone else.
"Of course we're not going to let you go," Roared Uncle Vernon from the other side of the room, "That's an INSANE idea. The fact that these freaks even DARE come to my home again . it's . INFURIATING!" Uncle Vernon's face had now managed to change 3 whole shades of red. His fat face was shaking with fury. "I DO NOT know what makes these freaks think that they can just come BARGING into my home, and ask for you!"
"Ah, Good Sir, we did not just "barge" into your home. We knocked on the door . THEN we barged into your home." Mr. Weasely said, a grin crossing his face. "Now, if you don't mind, my children, Harry, and I shall be leaving as soon as Harry has his things."
"But . But . PETUNIA!!" Uncle Vernon spat. Aunt Petunia came running into the living room.
"W-what seems to be the matter, dear?" Her voice sang, as she entered the room. When she saw who stood before her, her posture went rigid. "Oh. I see. What's going on here?" She asked with a sharp tone.
"They're going to take Harry with them, again! Didn't that freak Wizard say that he wanted Harry to stay here for the summer? I was having fun with his solitary confinement!" Uncle Vernon said, smiling.
"Well, George, Fred, will you please go and get Harry's things, we'll be leaving soon." Mr. Weasely said, ignoring both Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunias fits of protests. "I assure you, Harry will be plenty safe at our home. Trust me. I'm glad to see that you're finally taking an interest in the boy's well being."
"Taking an interest in his 'well being'?" Uncle Vernon began, "It's not HIM I'm worried about! It's us! I don't know what that Wizard will do to us, if he finds out that we let Harry run around with you . people!"
"I'm sure Dumbledore will be fine with this. I assure you, he will not do anything to harm you, or your family. I will notify him about Harry's where- abouts tomorrow." Mr. Weasely said, smiling. "Ah, George, Fred, you've gotten his things. I think we'll be off now. Nice seeing you again Mr. and Mrs. Dursely." Mr. Weasely said, on a final note.
"Bye!" Harry yelled, as he grabbed his broom, and headed out the door. "This is great!" Harry thought to himself, as Mr. Weasely strapped Harry's chest to his broom.
"We'll be flying there." Said Mr. Weasely. "We should arrive in no time."