Chapter 3: Weasley Reunion
He never knew it could be so hard to get through one night. His mind was fumbling between everything he had so recently learned. Why would Ginny write about the whole story with Tom Riddle now, as she entered her 4th year? 'Good for her,' he though, 'throw out the past, look into the future.' He remembered the day that the Diary was given to Ginny by Lucius Malfoy. He wished he had stopped it right there and then. He remembered finding her limp, cold body lying on the chamber floor. He was thinking of all the events that had unfolded as he drifted off to sleep.
Harry's drifting mind soared through the Wizarding World that Harry hadn't seen in months. He had been having recurring dreams of the destruction Voldemort could be carrying out even though Hermione and Ron had been telling him otherwise. This time his mind had not brought him into the burning house of a rebellious wizard but into an underground...The London Underground.
He was sitting alone in the darkness of the train with dimming lights outside. He pulled himself up out of his seat, onto his wobbly legs. 'Harry,' came a sly, sleek voice, 'stay out of this, Harry...there's nothing here for you to see, Harry...After this it'll all be over, Harry...Harry!' His head erupted with pain as he fell back into his cold, hard seat.
His forehead was in more pain then ever before. He could hell the drips of hot sweat as they made their way off the end of his nose and splattered with he cold, dark ground below. His head tilted back onto the glass window behind him with only the whites of his eyes showing. He looked as if he was about to faint because of the pain.
Harry reached his hand to his burning head when another wave of sudden pain surged through him. But the pain wasn't coming from his head, but from his hand, which now looked badly burned.
Through his puzzlement and pain, he managed to lift his head off the glass just enough to turn it back towards the glass. His drowsy eyes looked through the window and went on the wall beyond. He focused his eyes till he saw his reflection...His scar was on fire!
His limp body fell unconscious. He awoke in a pool of sweet that he had gathered though the night. He turned his bloodshot eyes to the small digital clock beside his bed. It was 11:05 and he was late.
He jumped out of bed with terrifying dream still in mind. He put on some new, dry cloths while thinking of the devastation that could be unfolding downstairs. He could imagine the twins trying to turn Dudley into a ferret, but they would probably be too stunned by the change that had taken place in Dudley. He grabbed his suitcase and Hedwig's cage and shot out of the room, making Hedwig squeak like an eagle with a cold.
He made his way down the stairs with the squeaking owl by his side. He looked around the house only took find the Dursleys sitting down to a late breakfast. 'Shut that owl up!' came a shout from the kitchen. He set the suitcase and cage beside the stairs and removed a small treat from his pocket. He kneeled over the cage then stuck his hand through the cage to offer it to Hedwig. She puffed out her snowy-white chest and turned her head away from Harry as if she was too good for such a small treat. 'Your choice,' said Harry as he dropped the small treat to the bottom of the cage. He stood up and started walking but looked back to see the noiseless owl chewing happily away at her new treat.
BOOM!!!BOOM!!!DING DONG!!!BOOM!!!DING DONG!!!DING DONG!!!
Harry looked at the Dursleys thinking they would be furious.
"Well, get the door," said Uncle Vernon with his face starting to turn red and his eyes starting to bulge. Harry knew that Dudley had tried to get through to them but it didn't seem to work.
He made his way quickly to the banging and constant ring of the bell with Uncle Vernon's eyes bulging ever further behind him. He opened the door to the four youngest Weasley faces, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. George seemed to be operating the doorbell while Fred would have banged Harry over the head if he hadn't noticed he was there.
He directed his glance at the twins, "Don't you know how to knock on a door?"
"Of course we do," said Fred.
"We just wanted to make the old muggles mad," stated George.
"Tell them to stay away from my son!!!" boomed a voice from the kitchen.
"Looks like it worked," they said together with smiles stretching across their freckly faces.
"Hiya Harry," came a deep voice.
Harry brought his glance toward Ron who now had a long grin across his face. "Hiya Ron." The long noise on his freckly face now stood taller than the twins.
His gangly appearance seemed to be the focus of the twins' everlasting scrutiny. Fake tears fell from their faces as they held each other shoulder in shoulder looking at Ron.
"Yep," they sniffed, "our boy's all grown up." They broke out into sobs of laughter. Ron gave them a hard stare and narrowed his eyes in their direction.
Harry turned away from the Weasley Brotherhood and laid his glace on Ginny. She seemed to have grown a few inches and Harry suspected she could now be taller than Hermione. Harry barely had time to notice she was wearing some shabby jeans and a shirt that was a little to short for her when the voices of the twins came through their final sobs.
"Whose car is outside, because I think somebody stool the top of it."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Lets let the muggles cope with that, I want to get out of here," he looked at the twins, "plus, My aunt and Uncle don't want you two anywhere near Dudley." The twins looked like they were going to say something but Harry stopped them because he knew they wanted to deny any bad doings toward Dudley.
Harry picked up his suitcase as well as Hedwig's cage and stepped out of the door behind all of the Weasleys. He closed the door and noticed Ron waving him over to a new elegant red Hummer. He put his suitcase in the gigantic trunk and let Hedwig free before sliding into the center seat of the car. This car didn't need to be bewitched like the old one because it was already roomy. Ron slid in next to him and Fred started the engine.
"Where did you get this car?" said Harry, half stunned.
"Ginny got a pay advance on her book," Ron said proudly, "And dad wanted a new car to dink around with. It was kind of a gift to the family." Ginny shyly moved her head away and looked out the window as Fred backed out of the driveway. Harry gave a muffled smile then started talking to Ron.
"So, any new news on Voldemort?" Asked Harry who was a little surprised when Ron didn't flinch.
Ro gave a blank stare into the road ahead of them, "Fudge still doesn't believe any of it but some Ministry branches are starting to disagree," Ron let out a yawn, "Those branches are trying to get some other protection around Azkaban at the time. Many people are afraid that the Dementors will just let up if Voldemort comes around to free his Death Eaters." Ron blinked through his heavy stare and laid his head against the side window.
"So, where's Hermione?" Harry directed this question towards Ron but he seemed to be drifting off with the late evening sun, so Ginny took the question upon herself.
"She should have arrived while we were away. I bet she's having a real fun time with mom." She said in her quiet tone of voice, fading out the last few words.
"So, how did you call me?" Harry had been wondering about this for a while now.
"Dad brought home something called a cell phone and I found it kind of useful. I just can't use it in the house because the magic interferes with it, I guess." Harry smiled, he knew Mr. Weasley brought home a lot of gadgets but he thought the family stayed away from it all. Harry then started to wonder about Mr. Weasley then.
"So, where's you dad? I thought he'd be coming with you guys after the last time."
Ginny paused and looked at Harry. Her face seemed to be holding back tears as she let out a meaningless grin. "He hasn't been home for the last three weeks. His department is one of the many that are being accused of going rouge by trying to look for You-Know...Voldemort." She half stuttered at his name then turned her head from him to look out the window at the open land. Harry could have sworn he saw a tear come from her eyes.
Harry knew the Weasley family was incredibly close and Mr. Weasley's job had always been a problem. He couldn't even imagine what they were going through with the type of life-style he lives in.
"Hold on, were going to take off," Harry looked out the window and noticed they had were on a deserted road. He heard George mutter 'Vanarie" as he waved his wand over the dashboard of the car. Nothing had happened that Harry could notice but then he saw, or didn't see, that the car couldn't be seen from the mirrors. The car had vanished from the outside. Then Fred muttered 'Anerro' as he also waved his wand over the dashboard. They lifted off the ground as they made a gradual accent into the sky.
Ginny giggled and shock her head.
"What?" Harry inquired.
"Mom told us to drive all the way home. Shows how much they care." She giggled again.
There was pretty much silence over the small roar of the car as everyone enjoyed the view. The sun was leaving its last impressions on the night sky before it disappeared and let the stars come out. It seemed much more beautiful in the middle of nowhere, high in the sky. Harry had never seen so many stars. Harry was mesmerized as he caught the sight of a star shooting across the sky. It made him relax and forget about every going on around him as he followed it across the sky. He then felt a small brush against his shoulder that made him take his eyes of the night sky. Ginny had fallen asleep on his shoulder...
He never knew it could be so hard to get through one night. His mind was fumbling between everything he had so recently learned. Why would Ginny write about the whole story with Tom Riddle now, as she entered her 4th year? 'Good for her,' he though, 'throw out the past, look into the future.' He remembered the day that the Diary was given to Ginny by Lucius Malfoy. He wished he had stopped it right there and then. He remembered finding her limp, cold body lying on the chamber floor. He was thinking of all the events that had unfolded as he drifted off to sleep.
Harry's drifting mind soared through the Wizarding World that Harry hadn't seen in months. He had been having recurring dreams of the destruction Voldemort could be carrying out even though Hermione and Ron had been telling him otherwise. This time his mind had not brought him into the burning house of a rebellious wizard but into an underground...The London Underground.
He was sitting alone in the darkness of the train with dimming lights outside. He pulled himself up out of his seat, onto his wobbly legs. 'Harry,' came a sly, sleek voice, 'stay out of this, Harry...there's nothing here for you to see, Harry...After this it'll all be over, Harry...Harry!' His head erupted with pain as he fell back into his cold, hard seat.
His forehead was in more pain then ever before. He could hell the drips of hot sweat as they made their way off the end of his nose and splattered with he cold, dark ground below. His head tilted back onto the glass window behind him with only the whites of his eyes showing. He looked as if he was about to faint because of the pain.
Harry reached his hand to his burning head when another wave of sudden pain surged through him. But the pain wasn't coming from his head, but from his hand, which now looked badly burned.
Through his puzzlement and pain, he managed to lift his head off the glass just enough to turn it back towards the glass. His drowsy eyes looked through the window and went on the wall beyond. He focused his eyes till he saw his reflection...His scar was on fire!
His limp body fell unconscious. He awoke in a pool of sweet that he had gathered though the night. He turned his bloodshot eyes to the small digital clock beside his bed. It was 11:05 and he was late.
He jumped out of bed with terrifying dream still in mind. He put on some new, dry cloths while thinking of the devastation that could be unfolding downstairs. He could imagine the twins trying to turn Dudley into a ferret, but they would probably be too stunned by the change that had taken place in Dudley. He grabbed his suitcase and Hedwig's cage and shot out of the room, making Hedwig squeak like an eagle with a cold.
He made his way down the stairs with the squeaking owl by his side. He looked around the house only took find the Dursleys sitting down to a late breakfast. 'Shut that owl up!' came a shout from the kitchen. He set the suitcase and cage beside the stairs and removed a small treat from his pocket. He kneeled over the cage then stuck his hand through the cage to offer it to Hedwig. She puffed out her snowy-white chest and turned her head away from Harry as if she was too good for such a small treat. 'Your choice,' said Harry as he dropped the small treat to the bottom of the cage. He stood up and started walking but looked back to see the noiseless owl chewing happily away at her new treat.
BOOM!!!BOOM!!!DING DONG!!!BOOM!!!DING DONG!!!DING DONG!!!
Harry looked at the Dursleys thinking they would be furious.
"Well, get the door," said Uncle Vernon with his face starting to turn red and his eyes starting to bulge. Harry knew that Dudley had tried to get through to them but it didn't seem to work.
He made his way quickly to the banging and constant ring of the bell with Uncle Vernon's eyes bulging ever further behind him. He opened the door to the four youngest Weasley faces, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. George seemed to be operating the doorbell while Fred would have banged Harry over the head if he hadn't noticed he was there.
He directed his glance at the twins, "Don't you know how to knock on a door?"
"Of course we do," said Fred.
"We just wanted to make the old muggles mad," stated George.
"Tell them to stay away from my son!!!" boomed a voice from the kitchen.
"Looks like it worked," they said together with smiles stretching across their freckly faces.
"Hiya Harry," came a deep voice.
Harry brought his glance toward Ron who now had a long grin across his face. "Hiya Ron." The long noise on his freckly face now stood taller than the twins.
His gangly appearance seemed to be the focus of the twins' everlasting scrutiny. Fake tears fell from their faces as they held each other shoulder in shoulder looking at Ron.
"Yep," they sniffed, "our boy's all grown up." They broke out into sobs of laughter. Ron gave them a hard stare and narrowed his eyes in their direction.
Harry turned away from the Weasley Brotherhood and laid his glace on Ginny. She seemed to have grown a few inches and Harry suspected she could now be taller than Hermione. Harry barely had time to notice she was wearing some shabby jeans and a shirt that was a little to short for her when the voices of the twins came through their final sobs.
"Whose car is outside, because I think somebody stool the top of it."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Lets let the muggles cope with that, I want to get out of here," he looked at the twins, "plus, My aunt and Uncle don't want you two anywhere near Dudley." The twins looked like they were going to say something but Harry stopped them because he knew they wanted to deny any bad doings toward Dudley.
Harry picked up his suitcase as well as Hedwig's cage and stepped out of the door behind all of the Weasleys. He closed the door and noticed Ron waving him over to a new elegant red Hummer. He put his suitcase in the gigantic trunk and let Hedwig free before sliding into the center seat of the car. This car didn't need to be bewitched like the old one because it was already roomy. Ron slid in next to him and Fred started the engine.
"Where did you get this car?" said Harry, half stunned.
"Ginny got a pay advance on her book," Ron said proudly, "And dad wanted a new car to dink around with. It was kind of a gift to the family." Ginny shyly moved her head away and looked out the window as Fred backed out of the driveway. Harry gave a muffled smile then started talking to Ron.
"So, any new news on Voldemort?" Asked Harry who was a little surprised when Ron didn't flinch.
Ro gave a blank stare into the road ahead of them, "Fudge still doesn't believe any of it but some Ministry branches are starting to disagree," Ron let out a yawn, "Those branches are trying to get some other protection around Azkaban at the time. Many people are afraid that the Dementors will just let up if Voldemort comes around to free his Death Eaters." Ron blinked through his heavy stare and laid his head against the side window.
"So, where's Hermione?" Harry directed this question towards Ron but he seemed to be drifting off with the late evening sun, so Ginny took the question upon herself.
"She should have arrived while we were away. I bet she's having a real fun time with mom." She said in her quiet tone of voice, fading out the last few words.
"So, how did you call me?" Harry had been wondering about this for a while now.
"Dad brought home something called a cell phone and I found it kind of useful. I just can't use it in the house because the magic interferes with it, I guess." Harry smiled, he knew Mr. Weasley brought home a lot of gadgets but he thought the family stayed away from it all. Harry then started to wonder about Mr. Weasley then.
"So, where's you dad? I thought he'd be coming with you guys after the last time."
Ginny paused and looked at Harry. Her face seemed to be holding back tears as she let out a meaningless grin. "He hasn't been home for the last three weeks. His department is one of the many that are being accused of going rouge by trying to look for You-Know...Voldemort." She half stuttered at his name then turned her head from him to look out the window at the open land. Harry could have sworn he saw a tear come from her eyes.
Harry knew the Weasley family was incredibly close and Mr. Weasley's job had always been a problem. He couldn't even imagine what they were going through with the type of life-style he lives in.
"Hold on, were going to take off," Harry looked out the window and noticed they had were on a deserted road. He heard George mutter 'Vanarie" as he waved his wand over the dashboard of the car. Nothing had happened that Harry could notice but then he saw, or didn't see, that the car couldn't be seen from the mirrors. The car had vanished from the outside. Then Fred muttered 'Anerro' as he also waved his wand over the dashboard. They lifted off the ground as they made a gradual accent into the sky.
Ginny giggled and shock her head.
"What?" Harry inquired.
"Mom told us to drive all the way home. Shows how much they care." She giggled again.
There was pretty much silence over the small roar of the car as everyone enjoyed the view. The sun was leaving its last impressions on the night sky before it disappeared and let the stars come out. It seemed much more beautiful in the middle of nowhere, high in the sky. Harry had never seen so many stars. Harry was mesmerized as he caught the sight of a star shooting across the sky. It made him relax and forget about every going on around him as he followed it across the sky. He then felt a small brush against his shoulder that made him take his eyes of the night sky. Ginny had fallen asleep on his shoulder...
