Note: Due to a fit of insanity, I've been churning chapters daily for my
fan-fiction story. However, from 30/6/03, I won't be as regular as my 2nd
semester will be starting. (I'm only 15!!!). Hope you all enjoy this 4th
chapter. Cheers, Equinox-15.
The heavy rain pelted the window like hailstones during a tornado. It was still dark outside and Harry was the only one awake. He couldn't sleep due to the deluge outside. He glanced at his watch. It was 4.30 in the morning. He sighed and tried to get some sleep. After struggling for a few minutes to find the comfiest place on the bed, he tried to shut out the sound of the rain. A few more minutes of struggling later, he finally managed to fall asleep.
When he woke up later, it was nine o'clock in the morning. He got dressed and went down for breakfast. Mr Weasley was reading the Daily Prophet, Ginny was spreading marmalade on her piece of toast, Ron and Hermione were fighting over elf rights, much to Mrs Weasley's dismay. However, Harry did not see Fred, George and Percy at the table. He asked Ron where they were, 'Percy left for the Ministry earlier this morning and Fred and George wanted to start the production of their 'Disappearing Smoke'. Both Ron and Hermione grinned at Harry, who remembered the prank that they pulled on him a week earlier. He grinned back before helping himself to some toast.
That afternoon, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys prepared to leave for Diagon Alley so that they could get their schoolbooks. They were traveling by Floo powder and Harry wasn't that enthusiastic as he remembered ending up in a grate at Knockturn Alley. Mrs Weasley also remembered the incident as she told them to say the words out clearly. Ron gave Harry a wink and grinned at that comment.
Harry was the first person to step into the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder, said the words 'Diagon Alley' clearly, and then threw the powder into the fire and disappeared. 'I do hope he gets out from the right grate', said Mrs Weasley.
Harry was spinning very fast. He felt slightly sick but held on to his composure. When he finally stopped doing revolutions, he found himself in a grate of a shop. He looked around and found himself inside Flourish and Blotts. He stepped out of the grate and waited patiently for the rest, happy that he had come to the right place. A few minutes later, everyone was assembled in the shop. Harry checked his booklist. It read:
The standard book of spells, Grade 6. Advanced Transfiguration The Eye of the Centaur by Melissa Drouvet The Dark Arts by Draven Darko
Harry, Ron and Hermione grabbed their copies of the books and headed to the counter. After they had paid for their books, they hurried out of the store only to be confronted by their arch enemy, Draco Malfoy.
'I told you to keep your nose out of my father's business, Potter. But you didn't listen.' Malfoy withdrew his wand from his robes but before he could do anything, he was confronted by Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts groundskeeper and their Care of Magical Creatures teacher.
'Wha' you think you're doin',Malfoy?', he asked in a dangerous voice. Everyone had stopped in their tracks and were watching them intently. Malfoy looked extremely angry and resentfully placed his wand back in his robes before slinking away.
'Thanks for saving us, Hagrid', said Harry gratefully. Hagrid brushed away his thanks and told them in a serious voice, 'You should be careful, Harry, cos Malfoy ain't that happy now that his father's on trial. In my opinion, that dirty git deserves it.' All three of them grinned at Hagrid. They hated Mr Malfoy just as much as they hated his son.
After that close shave, they went to replenish their supplies before heading to the Leaky Cauldron, their arms laden with parcels. They then headed back to the Burrow by Floo powder. Happy that no one got out from the wrong grate, they trudged upstairs to start packing their stuff. After a sumptuous dinner that ended with a round of Fred and George's fireworks, they went up to bed early so that they were ensured a good nights sleep before the journey to King's Cross Station the next morning.
As Harry lay down to sleep, his scar suddenly seared. He yelped in pain but nobody heard him. He wondered what had happened to cause his scar to flare up so suddenly. When he finally went to bed around midnight, thoughts of Lord Voldemort and the Order of the Phoenix were dominant in his mind.
The heavy rain pelted the window like hailstones during a tornado. It was still dark outside and Harry was the only one awake. He couldn't sleep due to the deluge outside. He glanced at his watch. It was 4.30 in the morning. He sighed and tried to get some sleep. After struggling for a few minutes to find the comfiest place on the bed, he tried to shut out the sound of the rain. A few more minutes of struggling later, he finally managed to fall asleep.
When he woke up later, it was nine o'clock in the morning. He got dressed and went down for breakfast. Mr Weasley was reading the Daily Prophet, Ginny was spreading marmalade on her piece of toast, Ron and Hermione were fighting over elf rights, much to Mrs Weasley's dismay. However, Harry did not see Fred, George and Percy at the table. He asked Ron where they were, 'Percy left for the Ministry earlier this morning and Fred and George wanted to start the production of their 'Disappearing Smoke'. Both Ron and Hermione grinned at Harry, who remembered the prank that they pulled on him a week earlier. He grinned back before helping himself to some toast.
That afternoon, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys prepared to leave for Diagon Alley so that they could get their schoolbooks. They were traveling by Floo powder and Harry wasn't that enthusiastic as he remembered ending up in a grate at Knockturn Alley. Mrs Weasley also remembered the incident as she told them to say the words out clearly. Ron gave Harry a wink and grinned at that comment.
Harry was the first person to step into the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder, said the words 'Diagon Alley' clearly, and then threw the powder into the fire and disappeared. 'I do hope he gets out from the right grate', said Mrs Weasley.
Harry was spinning very fast. He felt slightly sick but held on to his composure. When he finally stopped doing revolutions, he found himself in a grate of a shop. He looked around and found himself inside Flourish and Blotts. He stepped out of the grate and waited patiently for the rest, happy that he had come to the right place. A few minutes later, everyone was assembled in the shop. Harry checked his booklist. It read:
The standard book of spells, Grade 6. Advanced Transfiguration The Eye of the Centaur by Melissa Drouvet The Dark Arts by Draven Darko
Harry, Ron and Hermione grabbed their copies of the books and headed to the counter. After they had paid for their books, they hurried out of the store only to be confronted by their arch enemy, Draco Malfoy.
'I told you to keep your nose out of my father's business, Potter. But you didn't listen.' Malfoy withdrew his wand from his robes but before he could do anything, he was confronted by Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts groundskeeper and their Care of Magical Creatures teacher.
'Wha' you think you're doin',Malfoy?', he asked in a dangerous voice. Everyone had stopped in their tracks and were watching them intently. Malfoy looked extremely angry and resentfully placed his wand back in his robes before slinking away.
'Thanks for saving us, Hagrid', said Harry gratefully. Hagrid brushed away his thanks and told them in a serious voice, 'You should be careful, Harry, cos Malfoy ain't that happy now that his father's on trial. In my opinion, that dirty git deserves it.' All three of them grinned at Hagrid. They hated Mr Malfoy just as much as they hated his son.
After that close shave, they went to replenish their supplies before heading to the Leaky Cauldron, their arms laden with parcels. They then headed back to the Burrow by Floo powder. Happy that no one got out from the wrong grate, they trudged upstairs to start packing their stuff. After a sumptuous dinner that ended with a round of Fred and George's fireworks, they went up to bed early so that they were ensured a good nights sleep before the journey to King's Cross Station the next morning.
As Harry lay down to sleep, his scar suddenly seared. He yelped in pain but nobody heard him. He wondered what had happened to cause his scar to flare up so suddenly. When he finally went to bed around midnight, thoughts of Lord Voldemort and the Order of the Phoenix were dominant in his mind.