Chapter 2
Astonished, Harry's first instinct was to run to the owl and read the letter. But in the surprise of the moment, he became frightened and jumped into the car. Realizing his stupidity he climbed out of the car. Normally, if an owl showed up with a letter, Harry would shoo the bird away, and burn the letter. But somehow, this was different. Harry's thoughts were jumbled as he slowly approached the bird. He knew he longed to go back to his friends in the wizarding world, but at the same time he wanted to stay with his family. He couldn't have both. Well, not reading a letter from any of his friends in over 4 years, he untied the letter from the owl's leg. One letter couldn't hurt. After taking a quick glance at the first word of the page, he realized why he recognized the owl. It was the Weasley family owl. Harry knew he shouldn't even take the letter from the owl, but in a way he knew this was his sign that maybe he belonged with his friends in the wizarding world. Not dawning on his thoughts a moment longer he slowly but surely, read the letter.
Harry, I realize you haven't exactly sent letters my way, but I'm hoping you will at least read this letter. Why did you leave? You've been away for quite some time, so I suppose whatever has been keeping you away is important. Look mate, you bloody well know that we all love you. We desperately need you to come back. If you still love us, Harry, send a reply. Mind you I suggest you let Errol rest up a bit if you plan to send a reply. If you care to send a reply, I will write you back, filling you in on the lot that's happened.
Hopefully still your best mate,
Ron
Harry could hardly contain himself. Four years of dodging owls and ignoring his friends, they still cared. He knew, just knew, that he needed to come in to contact with Ron as soon as he let Errol rest up. Picking up
the nearly dead owl, he started for the front door. With owl in hand, he
walked to the kitchen to find something to feed to the owl. He had just opened the refrigerator when "Honey, is that you?" a voice called from atop of the stairs. "Uh Oh" Harry thought to himself. He was still unsure about letting Crystal in on his little secret, and having a messenger owl, might
let the cat out of the bag. Searching the room frantically for a place to hide the bird, Ginny slowly inched her way down the stairs. Realizing that
she was nearly at the entrance to the kitchen, he placed the bird on the
shelf in the refrigerator. Frustrated he quickly slammed the door shut,
just as Crystal entered the room. "Enjoy your drive?" She asked from the
doorway. Harry nervously replied "Oh by the time I reached the car I
realized I was too tired to drive." "So you'll be coming up to bed then?"
Crystal questioned. Harry nodded his head and followed his wife up stairs
and into their bedroom. Harry climbed into bed, completely forgetting the
weak, hungry little owl, currently in their fridge.
Astonished, Harry's first instinct was to run to the owl and read the letter. But in the surprise of the moment, he became frightened and jumped into the car. Realizing his stupidity he climbed out of the car. Normally, if an owl showed up with a letter, Harry would shoo the bird away, and burn the letter. But somehow, this was different. Harry's thoughts were jumbled as he slowly approached the bird. He knew he longed to go back to his friends in the wizarding world, but at the same time he wanted to stay with his family. He couldn't have both. Well, not reading a letter from any of his friends in over 4 years, he untied the letter from the owl's leg. One letter couldn't hurt. After taking a quick glance at the first word of the page, he realized why he recognized the owl. It was the Weasley family owl. Harry knew he shouldn't even take the letter from the owl, but in a way he knew this was his sign that maybe he belonged with his friends in the wizarding world. Not dawning on his thoughts a moment longer he slowly but surely, read the letter.
Harry, I realize you haven't exactly sent letters my way, but I'm hoping you will at least read this letter. Why did you leave? You've been away for quite some time, so I suppose whatever has been keeping you away is important. Look mate, you bloody well know that we all love you. We desperately need you to come back. If you still love us, Harry, send a reply. Mind you I suggest you let Errol rest up a bit if you plan to send a reply. If you care to send a reply, I will write you back, filling you in on the lot that's happened.
Hopefully still your best mate,
Ron
Harry could hardly contain himself. Four years of dodging owls and ignoring his friends, they still cared. He knew, just knew, that he needed to come in to contact with Ron as soon as he let Errol rest up. Picking up
the nearly dead owl, he started for the front door. With owl in hand, he
walked to the kitchen to find something to feed to the owl. He had just opened the refrigerator when "Honey, is that you?" a voice called from atop of the stairs. "Uh Oh" Harry thought to himself. He was still unsure about letting Crystal in on his little secret, and having a messenger owl, might
let the cat out of the bag. Searching the room frantically for a place to hide the bird, Ginny slowly inched her way down the stairs. Realizing that
she was nearly at the entrance to the kitchen, he placed the bird on the
shelf in the refrigerator. Frustrated he quickly slammed the door shut,
just as Crystal entered the room. "Enjoy your drive?" She asked from the
doorway. Harry nervously replied "Oh by the time I reached the car I
realized I was too tired to drive." "So you'll be coming up to bed then?"
Crystal questioned. Harry nodded his head and followed his wife up stairs
and into their bedroom. Harry climbed into bed, completely forgetting the
weak, hungry little owl, currently in their fridge.