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Arriving at the Burrow
Harry woke up at 10:30 in the morning. He noticed a letter on his desk and Hedwig was back in her cage. He picked it up and noticed it was from Ron. He laid it down and decided to open it later. He his glasses on and rummaged through his closet and drawers.
He found a dark blue sweater, and faded blue jeans... all from Dudley... all ten sizes to big. He shuffled hi feet to the door and down the stairs.
Harry was nervous about the way the Weasleys would arrive to pick him up. He tried to remain cool but couldn't keep it. He sat down to breakfast and put some toast in the toaster. Dudley got bacon and sausage from Aunt Petunia.
"The Weasleys are coming today at 1 to take me to their house," Harry said nervously to his aunt. She turned around and paled, forgetting the bacon on the pan. She had a horrified look on her face as if she had just seen the grim weeper.
"Why are they coming? What will they pop out of this time," she glance around the kitchen like a nervous mouse, expecting them to pop out of anything any moment. Just as she was looking around the toaster area, Harry's toast popped. She squealed in terror and backed away.
Harry stepped up to the toaster and began to spread his jam over the toast.
"There're coming to pick me up to go to their house. They probably will come by floo network, or the fireplace," Harry quickly said as he noticed Uncle Vernon waddle into the kitchen. He hummed a song while he put his tie on.
"Good morning Pe--. Why are you so pale, are you sick?" he questioned her. He turned to Dudley, he was squashed in the corner, also looking quite pale. He slowly turned to Harry, his face slowly turning red.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?"
"I don't know. Ask them," Harry said in a I-don't-care-what-will-happen voice.
"They...They..." she stumbled.
"WHAT! WHAT! OUT WITH IT!" Uncle Vernon boomed at her. By now his face was beet red, glaring at Harry in the corner of his eye.
"They...They...are...coming!"
"His freak friends," she whispered, pointing a shaky finger at Harry.
Afraid of what will happen next, Harry fled.
"I gotta go and pack," he fled up the stairs and in to his room. Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs and pounded Harry's door.
"If I find one thing out of place," he yelled through the door, "You might as well stay at that school of yours!" he stomped down the stairs and in to the kitchen to eat. Harry glanced down at his desk. The letter from Hogwarts was there. He reached over and picked it up. It was unusually thick. He tore open the envelope, and three pieces of parchment fell out. One was the saying he was enrolled in his seventh year at Hogwarts, the other was the supplies list, and the last was a letter from Dumbledore. He lifted the third piece of parchment and read it.
His green eyes sparkled as he read further and further down. Dumbledore still wanted him to do the D.A. classes, and he became the co-captain of the Quidditch team, Ron was the captain. Harry looked at the supply list.
"No books for Defense Against the Dark Arts? That's w-"Harry was interrupted by a scream from downstairs. He put his few remaining items in his trunk and closed it. He glanced downstairs and saw a few red head people standing around in the living room. He stepped down the stairs and meet the Weasleys.
"Hey Harry! So where's your trunk?" Fred asked as he rubbed his hands together.
"It's upstairs in my room," Fred and George raced up the stairs, also looking around for Dudley. As they walked up the stairs Dudley stepped into the hallway. As soon as he saw the creators of his pigtail, he grabbed his toosh, went pail, gave a small gasp, and scrambled back to his room. Fred and George snickered at the sweet, sweet memory.
"Hello?" Mr.Weasley peered around the corner in to the kitchen only to see Venom and Petunia huddled at the far end of the kitchen. "Ahh... there you are. I just wanted t-."
"Get the boy and leave!" Aunt Petunia squeaked. Mr. Weasley gave a curious look and spun around.
'I don't think they like me much," he thought to himself disappointed. His grief was soon forgotten when he spotted the entertainment system in the living room. Fred and George thumped down the stairs with Harry's trunk. Soon followed by Ron with Harry's Firebolt and Hedwig's cage.
"OK! Everyone ready? Well... Harry you go first with your broom and we'll follow," Mr.Weasley pulled out a small pouch and handed it to Harry. He pulled out a small handful of powder and threw it in to the fire. The green flames roared up and he stepped in.
"The Burrow!" he yelled into the flames. He felt the magic twisting at him and the soot blowing into his face. It all stopped suddenly and he was pushed out of fireplace. He landed with a thud on the living room floor as the soot powered up around him. His broom on his lap.
"Oh Harry! I'm so glad your safe!" Mrs.Weasley bursted from the kitchen, and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. "Happy Birthday! We're going to have a party latter today.
"Thanks," he attempted to reply, even though he couldn't breath. She let go just in time for Ginny and Hermione to run do and pile on top of him. Harry couldn't help but stare at Ginny. He hair was now just past her shoulders and fell in gentle curls. The Muggle clothes she was wearing fitted her like a glove. He Emerald green shirt and khaki caprees were stunning at her.
"What are you staring at?" she half said and laughed. Harry snapped out of it as she gave him a huge bear hug. Hermione smirked behind Ginny at Harry along with Mrs.Weasley. Just then the rest of the clan arrived. Fred and George first with Harry's trunk.
"Hello again," they said as they dragged Harry's trunk up the stairs to Ron's room. Ron came next and them came Mr.Weasley.
"Welcome back!" He said and he too, engulfed him in a manly hug, and then left to his workshop. The four teenagers said their hellos and began to walk outside.
"I had a really strange dream again," Harry said nonchalantly.
"Not about Voldemort again!?" Hermione squeaked, "Your still supposed to be practicing Occlumeny!" (a/n: if anyone know how to spell it I would like to know how to! Thanks!)
"Jeez! Settle down! It wasn't about Voldemort...I think," He continued with his dream. The other three stunned at what he was saying. Their feet led them to where they practice Quidditch.
"That is so strange. So now you think you have a sister?" Ginny said awed.
"Yup."
O.K. thanks for reviewing everyone...but I only have like 4 reviews! Please review! I also need a beta reader! Just leave a message in my reviews. Now to responses!
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Arriving at the Burrow
Harry woke up at 10:30 in the morning. He noticed a letter on his desk and Hedwig was back in her cage. He picked it up and noticed it was from Ron. He laid it down and decided to open it later. He his glasses on and rummaged through his closet and drawers.
He found a dark blue sweater, and faded blue jeans... all from Dudley... all ten sizes to big. He shuffled hi feet to the door and down the stairs.
Harry was nervous about the way the Weasleys would arrive to pick him up. He tried to remain cool but couldn't keep it. He sat down to breakfast and put some toast in the toaster. Dudley got bacon and sausage from Aunt Petunia.
"The Weasleys are coming today at 1 to take me to their house," Harry said nervously to his aunt. She turned around and paled, forgetting the bacon on the pan. She had a horrified look on her face as if she had just seen the grim weeper.
"Why are they coming? What will they pop out of this time," she glance around the kitchen like a nervous mouse, expecting them to pop out of anything any moment. Just as she was looking around the toaster area, Harry's toast popped. She squealed in terror and backed away.
Harry stepped up to the toaster and began to spread his jam over the toast.
"There're coming to pick me up to go to their house. They probably will come by floo network, or the fireplace," Harry quickly said as he noticed Uncle Vernon waddle into the kitchen. He hummed a song while he put his tie on.
"Good morning Pe--. Why are you so pale, are you sick?" he questioned her. He turned to Dudley, he was squashed in the corner, also looking quite pale. He slowly turned to Harry, his face slowly turning red.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?"
"I don't know. Ask them," Harry said in a I-don't-care-what-will-happen voice.
"They...They..." she stumbled.
"WHAT! WHAT! OUT WITH IT!" Uncle Vernon boomed at her. By now his face was beet red, glaring at Harry in the corner of his eye.
"They...They...are...coming!"
"His freak friends," she whispered, pointing a shaky finger at Harry.
Afraid of what will happen next, Harry fled.
"I gotta go and pack," he fled up the stairs and in to his room. Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs and pounded Harry's door.
"If I find one thing out of place," he yelled through the door, "You might as well stay at that school of yours!" he stomped down the stairs and in to the kitchen to eat. Harry glanced down at his desk. The letter from Hogwarts was there. He reached over and picked it up. It was unusually thick. He tore open the envelope, and three pieces of parchment fell out. One was the saying he was enrolled in his seventh year at Hogwarts, the other was the supplies list, and the last was a letter from Dumbledore. He lifted the third piece of parchment and read it.
His green eyes sparkled as he read further and further down. Dumbledore still wanted him to do the D.A. classes, and he became the co-captain of the Quidditch team, Ron was the captain. Harry looked at the supply list.
"No books for Defense Against the Dark Arts? That's w-"Harry was interrupted by a scream from downstairs. He put his few remaining items in his trunk and closed it. He glanced downstairs and saw a few red head people standing around in the living room. He stepped down the stairs and meet the Weasleys.
"Hey Harry! So where's your trunk?" Fred asked as he rubbed his hands together.
"It's upstairs in my room," Fred and George raced up the stairs, also looking around for Dudley. As they walked up the stairs Dudley stepped into the hallway. As soon as he saw the creators of his pigtail, he grabbed his toosh, went pail, gave a small gasp, and scrambled back to his room. Fred and George snickered at the sweet, sweet memory.
"Hello?" Mr.Weasley peered around the corner in to the kitchen only to see Venom and Petunia huddled at the far end of the kitchen. "Ahh... there you are. I just wanted t-."
"Get the boy and leave!" Aunt Petunia squeaked. Mr. Weasley gave a curious look and spun around.
'I don't think they like me much," he thought to himself disappointed. His grief was soon forgotten when he spotted the entertainment system in the living room. Fred and George thumped down the stairs with Harry's trunk. Soon followed by Ron with Harry's Firebolt and Hedwig's cage.
"OK! Everyone ready? Well... Harry you go first with your broom and we'll follow," Mr.Weasley pulled out a small pouch and handed it to Harry. He pulled out a small handful of powder and threw it in to the fire. The green flames roared up and he stepped in.
"The Burrow!" he yelled into the flames. He felt the magic twisting at him and the soot blowing into his face. It all stopped suddenly and he was pushed out of fireplace. He landed with a thud on the living room floor as the soot powered up around him. His broom on his lap.
"Oh Harry! I'm so glad your safe!" Mrs.Weasley bursted from the kitchen, and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. "Happy Birthday! We're going to have a party latter today.
"Thanks," he attempted to reply, even though he couldn't breath. She let go just in time for Ginny and Hermione to run do and pile on top of him. Harry couldn't help but stare at Ginny. He hair was now just past her shoulders and fell in gentle curls. The Muggle clothes she was wearing fitted her like a glove. He Emerald green shirt and khaki caprees were stunning at her.
"What are you staring at?" she half said and laughed. Harry snapped out of it as she gave him a huge bear hug. Hermione smirked behind Ginny at Harry along with Mrs.Weasley. Just then the rest of the clan arrived. Fred and George first with Harry's trunk.
"Hello again," they said as they dragged Harry's trunk up the stairs to Ron's room. Ron came next and them came Mr.Weasley.
"Welcome back!" He said and he too, engulfed him in a manly hug, and then left to his workshop. The four teenagers said their hellos and began to walk outside.
"I had a really strange dream again," Harry said nonchalantly.
"Not about Voldemort again!?" Hermione squeaked, "Your still supposed to be practicing Occlumeny!" (a/n: if anyone know how to spell it I would like to know how to! Thanks!)
"Jeez! Settle down! It wasn't about Voldemort...I think," He continued with his dream. The other three stunned at what he was saying. Their feet led them to where they practice Quidditch.
"That is so strange. So now you think you have a sister?" Ginny said awed.
"Yup."
O.K. thanks for reviewing everyone...but I only have like 4 reviews! Please review! I also need a beta reader! Just leave a message in my reviews. Now to responses!
HP-wannabe69- O.K. thank you so much fro even responding! And then you put me on your Author Alert list! I was so thrilled when I saw someone review and put me on their list! THANK YOU!
dolphingirl79- thanks for reviewing! I'll try to add more to make my chapies bigger. I will seriously try. k?