Summary: Voldemort still regains his strength
and the trio needs a way to stay in contact with their family somehow. The
Family Granger introduces a new way to keep in touch and this brings changes
into the lives of everyone at Hogwarts! In this part: Ron has to de-gnome
the garden. He gets an Owl message from Harry; the muggles have allowed him
to come early this year!
Author's note part 1: Italics between apostrophes is thinking (i.e.
'Cheez, did I really ever like this?' she thought). Notes about the
whereabouts will look like this: Granger Residence.
I want to thank my beta-readers Violet Wolf Sara, Jessica and Rachealle for
reading my story, getting out all the mistakes and helping me working out
ideas for the story! I want to thank Louis for Britt-picking my story! And,
last but not least, I want to thank Ali, Shannon, Fionnabair, Disturbedapple,
A'Marie, LadyAire, Alshain and Scherzando for helping me work out some ideas!
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From part 1
"You want to give me a computer? Just give me one? You're kidding! This
is so great!" Her face lit with excitement. "Oh, but wait. Hogwarts
has these protection spells. Muggle objects don't work there, neither does electricity.
So I guess an Internet connection won't work either," she said worried.
"Maybe Professor Dumbledore can come up with a solution. I'll contact him
about it. I'm sure he knows a way to work around this. So, when do you want-"
"-to go shopping?" Mrs Granger interrupted. "After we have had
breakfast. What do you think? You're up to a little morning shopping?"
"Yes! Where do we go? And what are we looking for?"
"Eat first. We will talk about the rest later."
Part 2.
The Burrow
"Ronald Weasley, come down here. Right this instant!" Molly Weasley
stood at the bottom of the stairs with an angry face, hands on her hips, tapping
her foot.
"What now? I haven't done anything!" Ron came out of his room, where
he had been playing Exploding Snap.
"That's precisely the whole point! You should have cleaned the garden by
now; you were late for breakfast this morning and it's not just today that you're
doing nothing! You haven't done many of your chores since you have come home.
And you're just playing around, exactly like your brothers!"
"They're not really playing around, are they?"
"No, you're right! They dropped school and think they can make a living
with their joke shop. And that's precisely why I need you to do what you have
to do in this house."
"And what about Ginny? Can't she do something too? I have to work for my
sixth year, remember?"
"Ah, yes, I remember, and Ginny is working very hard too for her 5th year.
And she has already done her chores! Now she's relaxing a bit. Let her be! Go
and de-gnome the garden!"
"Yeah, alright, but after that I'm going to do what I want to!" he
yelled at Molly. "Geez. I'll be glad when Harry gets here! Finally
I will have something else to do than these chores," he muttered under
his breath as he walked into the garden.
"These kids nowadays don't have respect anymore! Oh well, maybe they've
had a bit too much this last year, but that does NOT mean they can act like
this. And Fred and George think they're." Ron heard his mother burst
out. He knew almost exactly what the rest of her tirade would be. "And
Fred and George think they're going to make it with their Joke Shop. I guess
we will have to see if they really succeed. I have my doubts about it! And Ron,
what will become of him? Okay, he's a prefect, but something tells me he will
not be" With a perfect imitation of his mother's voice he walked
to the garden border, seeing one of the gnomes already. "I'll get you out
of here. Count on that!" he said to the gnome as he picked it up and swirled
it around to throw away.
As he was getting rid of the last gnomes, Pigwidgeon flew into the garden and
started circling around Ron's head. "Get away Pig. I'm not in the mood
to play. Shoo. I'll take your message later."
Pigwidgeon hooted, but instead of flying off, he kept circling excitedly above
Ron's head. "I said get off! What do you want?" Ron yelled at Pigwidgeon.
Pigwidgeon flew to the nearest stool and stood there, holding out his tiny leg.
There, Ron noticed, a very tiny note was attached. He got it off Pigwidgeon's
leg and patted him on the back. "Sorry Pig. I'm just not in the mood. Go
to mum for a treat." Pigwidgeon flew towards the kitchen and out of Ron's
sight. Ron opened the folded note. "Geez, he couldn't have folded it any
smaller, could he?" he muttered.
Uncle Vernon has repaired everything and I can do my homework freely in my own room now!
And, last but not least..
I may come to you in two weeks!
Harry
"Hmmm. Couldn't he have told me something more? This is saying nothing. I want to know what's really happening!" frustrated, he looked over the note again. "There's really nothing more. Wait, maybe." He pulled out his wand and said "Aparecium." Letters began to form and now he could read something else too.
We have to find a solution to keep in touch without Voldemort finding out.
Have you heard from Hermione?
Harry
"Aha! I knew it! I knew that couldn't be everything Harry would write."
Ron exclaimed.
"What did Harry write, dear?" Molly had given Pigwidgeon a treat and
had come to the garden to see what was going on.
"Harry has sent a note back! The muggles have allowed him to come and visit
us early this year! He can come in two weeks. And he wants to have a better
way to keep in touch."
"Good, I'll tell your father. We have to make arrangements on how to get
Harry here. Maybe we can borrow a car from the Ministry this year. Now that
everything has changed, maybe they will be a bit easier with this." Distracted,
Molly began to walk away, but then she turned. "What else did he write?"
she said in an incredulous voice.
"Well, Harry wrote that he thinks this way of writing is boring. He'd like
to write much more," Ron hesitated, "he wants to find a way to do
this without V-v-v-Voldemort - there, I said it - knowing it. We haven't really
discussed this, but we do want to find a way to do this. V-v-Voldemort is-"
Molly shuddered.
"Yes mum, it's time we finally learn to say his name out loud. How can
we face our fears if we can't give the proper names?"
Molly looked astonished. "You have grown a lot. This prefect job has affected
you in a positive way, I think. So, you want to have a way to keep in touch
without V-v-Vol-" she took a deep breath, "Voldemort knowing about
it. You don't want much, do you? Does Harry have an idea?"
"No, he doesn't, just like I don't have an idea. See?" He handed the
tiny note over to his mother.
Molly read the note. "Well, I don't see where he states that he wants this
solution. What-"
"Oh, damn. I forgot." Ron muttered the spell and the words appeared
on the note again.
"Right, okay." Molly looked surprised. "We have to find
Heard from Hermio. So, you're sure about this? You haven't started something
stupid, have you?"
"Mum, what do you think? I'm a prefect, remember. I can't do that anymore!"
"Well, I do remember a certain illegal DA class in which you took a very
active role while you were a prefect! But, on the other hand you're right, and
you're doing well with your prefect job, as I have understood it. Well, I don't
have a solution. But maybe your father knows something. We'll just have to wait
until he's home."
"What can I tell Harry? I mean, he wants to know, right?"
"You can send him a message once we have talked to your father tonight.
In the meantime, you've done a pretty good job with the garden. I think it's
been enough. Thank you for your help. You can go and do your homework now."
"Thanks mum. Hey, do you have some cakes left?" Beaming at his mother,
he started to clean the mess he had made in the garden.
"You're lucky. We do have some left. Go and get some. I'll clean this last
bit."
Ron took off to the kitchen and grabbed a few cakes. "I'll let you know
when your father is home!" he heard Molly yell from the garden.
"Thanks mum!" He ran upstairs, into his room and picked up his game
again.
"Hmmm, a better way to keep in touch. They do have a point of course. What could be a good solution for that? Back in the old days we didn't use other means than the Owl Post. I doubt the Ministry will have a solution. Maybe we ought to contact Albus about this. Oh well, let's just wait until Arthur's home," Molly mumbled, while she cleaned the last part of the garden.
To be continued