Chapter 2: The Best Day of Holiday
For the next few days, the happiness of getting 12 Owls on his O.W.L exams had faded, and Harry was in a rut of depression. He had been waiting for a reply from Ron for three days now, and his birthday was crawling closer and closer everyday. He wanted his birthday to come for one reason, to know that it was almost time to go back to Hogwarts.
"Come on Ron, it can't take you that long to send a reply," Harry said to himself. He had not been worried about the letter as much as the disturbing dream he had 4 days ago when he took that nap.
"Why did I appear in the Hogwarts Great Hall? And then I saw Sirus. Hmm, maybe he was sending me a message that was important, saying that he was still alive!" Harry had not yet let go of Sirus and he began to feel that all he was saying to himself was true. With no one to guide his thoughts or interpret them, he was left to think what he thought the dream meant.
His untamed thought was interrupted by Hedwig dropping in through the window, carrying a package.
"There you are Hedwig that must be the reply from Ron or one of the Weasly's I hope."
It was a letter from Ron alright, and it was enclosed with pumpkin pasties and other sweets that Harry could enjoy for himself.
Dear Harry,
The twins will be picking you up today at 8:00 PM sharp. Hope you're ready for a little vacation with me, mate, cause were gonna have some good times together before school begins. I hope your feeling better and I can't wait to see you.
Your friend,
Ron Weasly P.S Nice O.W.L grades! Mums mad at me, I only got 8. Cya at the burrow!
Harry was happy that he would finally be returning to the burrow, and began to pack immediately.
"Where's my broom?" Harry said exasperatedly. "I can't have lost it, it's too big to get lost it must be-" He stopped himself short and remembered that he was banned from Quidditch and his broom was still chained in the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.
"NO! It got left there! I hope I'm still not banned for life! Why did that evil Dolores Umbridge take my Firebolt?" This thought saddened Harry so much he almost didn't want to go to the Burrow. But he came to his senses and realized that he could get it back when he went back to Hogwarts. *------*
"Hiya Harry, how have you been, look a little gloomy to me," said George, with his usual mischievous smile.
"Yea, he looks like he needs a Pepperup potion if I'm not mistaken," Fred exclaimed.
"Good to see you two Weaslys. How has your holiday been? How is the joke shop coming along?," Harry said, with some interest.
"Fine, Fine" George said with widened eyes. "Its booming Harry, were making Galleons upon Galleons more than we ever could have thanks to you."
"Erm, Your welcome, I guess?" Harry said, embarrassed
"We better get going then, don't want to keep Ron waiting, he's gone a little off the Mickey waiting for you." George said with a sudden expression of great annoyance. "He sure can be a pest at times."
Harry took some of the floo powder that the twins had brought (Harry couldn't apparate or dissaparate so he had to use this method of travel) and spread some over the fireplace.
"The Burrow" Harry said with glee, as he knew this would be a great rest of the Holiday indeed.
To be continued. I did 2 chapters in one night and I am bushed. Please read and review. I would love some of your suggestions about how the story should go about. Read the preview below the link for info about the story.
For the next few days, the happiness of getting 12 Owls on his O.W.L exams had faded, and Harry was in a rut of depression. He had been waiting for a reply from Ron for three days now, and his birthday was crawling closer and closer everyday. He wanted his birthday to come for one reason, to know that it was almost time to go back to Hogwarts.
"Come on Ron, it can't take you that long to send a reply," Harry said to himself. He had not been worried about the letter as much as the disturbing dream he had 4 days ago when he took that nap.
"Why did I appear in the Hogwarts Great Hall? And then I saw Sirus. Hmm, maybe he was sending me a message that was important, saying that he was still alive!" Harry had not yet let go of Sirus and he began to feel that all he was saying to himself was true. With no one to guide his thoughts or interpret them, he was left to think what he thought the dream meant.
His untamed thought was interrupted by Hedwig dropping in through the window, carrying a package.
"There you are Hedwig that must be the reply from Ron or one of the Weasly's I hope."
It was a letter from Ron alright, and it was enclosed with pumpkin pasties and other sweets that Harry could enjoy for himself.
Dear Harry,
The twins will be picking you up today at 8:00 PM sharp. Hope you're ready for a little vacation with me, mate, cause were gonna have some good times together before school begins. I hope your feeling better and I can't wait to see you.
Your friend,
Ron Weasly P.S Nice O.W.L grades! Mums mad at me, I only got 8. Cya at the burrow!
Harry was happy that he would finally be returning to the burrow, and began to pack immediately.
"Where's my broom?" Harry said exasperatedly. "I can't have lost it, it's too big to get lost it must be-" He stopped himself short and remembered that he was banned from Quidditch and his broom was still chained in the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.
"NO! It got left there! I hope I'm still not banned for life! Why did that evil Dolores Umbridge take my Firebolt?" This thought saddened Harry so much he almost didn't want to go to the Burrow. But he came to his senses and realized that he could get it back when he went back to Hogwarts. *------*
"Hiya Harry, how have you been, look a little gloomy to me," said George, with his usual mischievous smile.
"Yea, he looks like he needs a Pepperup potion if I'm not mistaken," Fred exclaimed.
"Good to see you two Weaslys. How has your holiday been? How is the joke shop coming along?," Harry said, with some interest.
"Fine, Fine" George said with widened eyes. "Its booming Harry, were making Galleons upon Galleons more than we ever could have thanks to you."
"Erm, Your welcome, I guess?" Harry said, embarrassed
"We better get going then, don't want to keep Ron waiting, he's gone a little off the Mickey waiting for you." George said with a sudden expression of great annoyance. "He sure can be a pest at times."
Harry took some of the floo powder that the twins had brought (Harry couldn't apparate or dissaparate so he had to use this method of travel) and spread some over the fireplace.
"The Burrow" Harry said with glee, as he knew this would be a great rest of the Holiday indeed.
To be continued. I did 2 chapters in one night and I am bushed. Please read and review. I would love some of your suggestions about how the story should go about. Read the preview below the link for info about the story.