Harry.etc. I think I'm sick of writing that.
"I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER." Harry and co belong to that wonderful lady, "J K ROWLING" (bow scrape) and as much as I would like to claim credit for Harry's wondrous world I can't. sigh.
By the way I am having trouble getting the chappies I upload to stay the way I typd them, with more than one space between each new paragraph. If anyone can help me I would be extremely grateful! 0_^
ALSO! Does anyone know when Ron's birthday is? Its not mentioned in the books as far as I know.. And what about Hermione?
'Review as usual. Sorry about the slow updates. EXAMS SUX!!!'
Chapter three.
The Granger Residence
Mr Weasley was just about to try the door handle when he jumped and pulled a small compact mirror from his pocket.
"I'm here." He sounded annoyed.
"We need you to come to the ministry right away, Arthur, there's been a spate of magical artifacts attacking muggles. We need your help."
Mr Weasley looked torn.
"It's ok Mr Weasley." Offered Harry, smiling up at the man. "We can stay here."
"I can't let you do that." Murmured Mr Weasley, his kindly face looking worried.
"I'm seventeen now, Mr Weasley, and as much as I am indebted to you for your kindness to me over the last seven (AN; sweatdrop!) years and with all respect, you cannot make me move." Harry said this in his best adult voice, calmly and pronouncing every word carefully.
Ron looked between the two worriedly.
Mr Weasley stared down at him for a second, and then he muttered, "I don't know what I was doing, and asking you to leave a friend in trouble. of course you can stay, but do not leave the house."
"Thank you." Said Harry gratefully and Ron grinned.
"I'll go back to the house we floo-ed to and go to work and I'll be back as soon as I can." Said Mr Weasley and he hurried off, but stopped at the gate and said over his shoulder, "wands out I think."
Harry and Ron grinned sheepishly at each other and pulled out their wands.
Harry pushed the door, and to his surprise it swung open.
The stepped into the hall and looked around. What had once been an umbrella stand was shattered on the floor, its umbrellas gone. Paintings hung crooked, and Harry and Ron looked around in trepidation before Ron muttered,
"I'll take downstairs and you take upstairs. Yell when you find her."
Harry nodded and headed upstairs. They creaked under his weight and he looked around a little sadly. The house had been nice once. There was a smashed dresser in the hall, its mirror in billions of tiny pieces that glittered at him as he moved along the hall. They crunched under his feet as he tiptoed along. The house was dark, which was rather odd as the day outside was bright. The first room he came to was Hermione's parent's bedroom, he knew this as he noticed a mans watch and a pair of earrings on the floor as he stepped into the room. It was dark. The bed was crooked; there was a slash in the mattress and pillows everywhere. The wardrobe was open and he could see ties and suits (or what was left of them). a dress had been thrown onto one of the overturned chairs, and Harry stared at the pretty floral print for a second. There was blood on it, just a small smear, and it might have been red ink or paint but Harry had seen enough blood to know what it looked like dry on clothing. There was something odd about the room. The curtains were hanging straight on their hangers, and they were shut. If the intruders had come in through the broken window, wouldn't the curtain have been the first thing to go? His heart was heavy for Hermione, she had lived through this.
The next room was the bathroom. The mirror was in shards on the floor. The numerous lotions and potions of Hermione and her mother were scattered, some of the delicate little bottles broken and the room smelled strongly of their scent. The bath curtain had been ripped away, and there was a smear of blood against its pale blue. There was also a lot of blood in the bath, smeared as if the hand that had bled had gripped the bath to heave themselves out of it, after being thrown in by something. There was another red mark on the wall and Harry had a sudden vision of someone falling backwards and their head hit the wall before they fell into the bath. Then they had gripped the edge of the bath to scramble out, their bleeding head dripping. The vision cleared and Harry stared at the marks for a second more before leaving the room.
The next room appeared to be a games room. The tv had a jagged hole in the screen and was lying on its side. The couch was on its back and its cushions were scattered. He wondered if th damage done to the house had been a deliberate act or whether it was because a fight had ensued.
"There's one room yet." He muttered to himself.
Harry went out into the hall, looked at the closed door for a second and then pushed it open. He saw a dark room (yet again, the curtains were shut) and had enough time to register a overturned chair before-
"CRACK!"
and everything went black.
.AN; I know I am mean. So what? N-e-way next chappie up today so its not like I'm making u wait or nothing.
"I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER." Harry and co belong to that wonderful lady, "J K ROWLING" (bow scrape) and as much as I would like to claim credit for Harry's wondrous world I can't. sigh.
By the way I am having trouble getting the chappies I upload to stay the way I typd them, with more than one space between each new paragraph. If anyone can help me I would be extremely grateful! 0_^
ALSO! Does anyone know when Ron's birthday is? Its not mentioned in the books as far as I know.. And what about Hermione?
'Review as usual. Sorry about the slow updates. EXAMS SUX!!!'
Chapter three.
The Granger Residence
Mr Weasley was just about to try the door handle when he jumped and pulled a small compact mirror from his pocket.
"I'm here." He sounded annoyed.
"We need you to come to the ministry right away, Arthur, there's been a spate of magical artifacts attacking muggles. We need your help."
Mr Weasley looked torn.
"It's ok Mr Weasley." Offered Harry, smiling up at the man. "We can stay here."
"I can't let you do that." Murmured Mr Weasley, his kindly face looking worried.
"I'm seventeen now, Mr Weasley, and as much as I am indebted to you for your kindness to me over the last seven (AN; sweatdrop!) years and with all respect, you cannot make me move." Harry said this in his best adult voice, calmly and pronouncing every word carefully.
Ron looked between the two worriedly.
Mr Weasley stared down at him for a second, and then he muttered, "I don't know what I was doing, and asking you to leave a friend in trouble. of course you can stay, but do not leave the house."
"Thank you." Said Harry gratefully and Ron grinned.
"I'll go back to the house we floo-ed to and go to work and I'll be back as soon as I can." Said Mr Weasley and he hurried off, but stopped at the gate and said over his shoulder, "wands out I think."
Harry and Ron grinned sheepishly at each other and pulled out their wands.
Harry pushed the door, and to his surprise it swung open.
The stepped into the hall and looked around. What had once been an umbrella stand was shattered on the floor, its umbrellas gone. Paintings hung crooked, and Harry and Ron looked around in trepidation before Ron muttered,
"I'll take downstairs and you take upstairs. Yell when you find her."
Harry nodded and headed upstairs. They creaked under his weight and he looked around a little sadly. The house had been nice once. There was a smashed dresser in the hall, its mirror in billions of tiny pieces that glittered at him as he moved along the hall. They crunched under his feet as he tiptoed along. The house was dark, which was rather odd as the day outside was bright. The first room he came to was Hermione's parent's bedroom, he knew this as he noticed a mans watch and a pair of earrings on the floor as he stepped into the room. It was dark. The bed was crooked; there was a slash in the mattress and pillows everywhere. The wardrobe was open and he could see ties and suits (or what was left of them). a dress had been thrown onto one of the overturned chairs, and Harry stared at the pretty floral print for a second. There was blood on it, just a small smear, and it might have been red ink or paint but Harry had seen enough blood to know what it looked like dry on clothing. There was something odd about the room. The curtains were hanging straight on their hangers, and they were shut. If the intruders had come in through the broken window, wouldn't the curtain have been the first thing to go? His heart was heavy for Hermione, she had lived through this.
The next room was the bathroom. The mirror was in shards on the floor. The numerous lotions and potions of Hermione and her mother were scattered, some of the delicate little bottles broken and the room smelled strongly of their scent. The bath curtain had been ripped away, and there was a smear of blood against its pale blue. There was also a lot of blood in the bath, smeared as if the hand that had bled had gripped the bath to heave themselves out of it, after being thrown in by something. There was another red mark on the wall and Harry had a sudden vision of someone falling backwards and their head hit the wall before they fell into the bath. Then they had gripped the edge of the bath to scramble out, their bleeding head dripping. The vision cleared and Harry stared at the marks for a second more before leaving the room.
The next room appeared to be a games room. The tv had a jagged hole in the screen and was lying on its side. The couch was on its back and its cushions were scattered. He wondered if th damage done to the house had been a deliberate act or whether it was because a fight had ensued.
"There's one room yet." He muttered to himself.
Harry went out into the hall, looked at the closed door for a second and then pushed it open. He saw a dark room (yet again, the curtains were shut) and had enough time to register a overturned chair before-
"CRACK!"
and everything went black.
.AN; I know I am mean. So what? N-e-way next chappie up today so its not like I'm making u wait or nothing.