An; still no ideas.DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN RON AND HERMIONE'S BIRTHDAYS ARE?
ARE THEY B4 OR AFTER HARRY'S?
Not that it really matters, just curious.
Chapter five.
Back to Privet Drive.
They arrived at the Weasley's home with a flare of green flame and a couple of coughs from the dust.
Mrs Weasley was waiting. She lost no time in taking Hermione under her wing, and she and Ginny took her upstairs while the rest of the family and Harry sat down to breakfast. Mrs Weasley was downstairs again in time to force him to eat third helpings, which Harry happily agreed to, as he didn't want to face the thought of grapefruits for a couple hours yet.
The conversation around the table was focused on Fred and George's joke shop, which was approaching the same popularity as Zonko's. Ron was exclaiming over the little piece of plasticine that made the appliances work more than usual. It was called a wonderful worker. Harry forgot himself and exclaimed, "It was so funny when i.oops."
Mrs Weasley's face had gone red. She rounded on he twins, who were giving Harry accusing looks.
"It's alright Mrs Weasley, it was my birthday present!" he tried to defuse the situation, but Mrs Weasley wasn't happy.
"How could you two give him something like that to play on his relatives? You know the law, muggles aren't supposed to be tricked!"
"Ah," said Mr Weasley, smiling at Harry proudly, "playing jokes on your relatives is allowed."
"Arthur!"
"Sorry, molly, but.well.Harry is old enough to now what to do and what not to do. He is of age."
"Age has nothing to do with maturity!"
"Mrs Weasley!" interjected Harry, "I asked Fred and George to send me that stuff! I do, after all have an interest in the business."
(AN; have Fred and George told their mother who gave them the money to open the shop? I can't remember. I'm assuming they have.though with those two, who knows?)
"Well, I suppose that's true." She conceded reluctantly.
After breakfast Harry and Ron went and played a smaller version of Quidditch in the orchard behind the Burrow. As they trailed up the hill Harry asked his best friend, "what's happening with Percy these days?"
Ron's face darkened. "He sent me a letter telling me that you had written him a letter asking if he thought you were still mad."
"I wish I could have seen his face." Said Harry dreamily. Ron chuckled, "he reckons that that means you really are mad."
Harry sighed, "is it a lost cause, you think?"
"Seems that way." Said Ron, sadly.
"Oh well, new subject.I'm gonna kick your ass in this game."
"What else is new? You have a firebolt!" Ron changed the subject, "who do you reckon is gonna be Head Boy and Girl this year?"
Harry felt his ears redden. Ron noticed, and said, "you know! How do you know?"
"McGonagall, last year." Said Harry, wondering how he was gonna tell his friend.
"Well?"
"I know Hermione is."
"That would be right. What about the boy?"
Harry shrugged.
"Oh well, I suppose we'll fin out next month."
"Yeah," said Harry quietly as he mounted his broom, "I reckon so."
After a very invigorating game Harry and Ron collapsed on the grass to rest before the trek home.
Ron yawned, "I wonder what's gonna happen this year?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, lets see, first year, their was the mirror and the Philosophers stone and Quirrel. Second Year, Tom Riddle and the Chamber, third year there was Sirius and Lupin and Wormtail, fourth year there was that competition thing and Voldemorts return, fifth their was Umbridge and her dementors, followed closely by the jokeshop and the Ministry, sixth year there was your disappearance and amnesia as well as the kids disappearing. never found out why, did we? Then there was you getting kidnapped, and as in the hole of course, what else?...."
"We've had an exiting time, haven't we?" said Harry sadly. "Now it's our last year."
"lets make it count!" exclaimed Ron, "were gonna become study buddies with Hermione and copy everything she does, I don't mean her assignments, I mean stuff like when she's in the library that's where we'll be."
"I'll probably have so many detentions that I won't get any sleep." Grumbled Harry.
"Why? Oh, that's right, Advanced Potions. I hope were in the same class. Then at least we can put up a united front against slimy, greasy haired, foulmouthed, big nosed wonder why he became a teacher Snape."
Harry laughed. Then sighed.
"I suppose I had better go back to the Dursleys,"
"You could stay here."
"Dumbledore won't let me. I'll tell you why some other time."
"I'm hungry," decided Ron and they headed down the hill for lunch.
After lunch Harry said goodbye to everyone, told them he'd see them soon and stepped into the floo network.
He landed at Mrs Figgs place, startling her near out of her wits. He apologized and after a cup of tea went 'home' with a heavy heart.
Sure enough he was locked up in his room. Luckily he had had some study to do. He had ordered Hogwarts a history from Flourish and Blots and was actually finding it quite interesting. But he could only read a paragraph at a time because the book was so full of big words and dates.
When he wasn't reading that he was studying is new spell book. He practiced most of them, and managed to be able to pass most of them easily. A couple of the transfiguration spells were hard though, and he stayed right away from potions.
After a week he was allowed out again. He immediately went for a walk
As headed down the block he became aware of someone following him. He went to the park, and watched as Mundungus Fletcher hid behind some bushes. He was so obvious that Harry had to say something. He walked over to the bushes and looked down at the cloaked and crouched figure.
"You are so obvious it isn't funny." He told the man, then walked away, not trusting himself to say anything more, as it was Fletchers fault that his house had been attacked last year. He didn't know whether he was chasing cauldrons that had falleb off the back of a broom or what but it didn't matter.
The next day he received a letter from Ron,
"hey Harry, dad was you know where yesterday when a certain thief known to you came home from his watch of you know who. Apparently he was in bad mood because you had seen him while he was going his best impression of James Bond (?who's that?) and you had spotted him. He told the tale and Dad laughed so hard he fell over, and even McGonagall smiled. Just wanted to let you know. Thought you might be interested. Write back soon, only three weeks to go. Do you want to come stay with us week after next? Dumbledore says its ok, apparently. Why does he have so much of a say? Anyway, see you soon. Ron"
Harry smiled. It was about time he got out of here. The Dursley's were really beginning to get boring.
AN; well there we go again. Next chappie, Percy's Intruder. See you then.
Not that it really matters, just curious.
Chapter five.
Back to Privet Drive.
They arrived at the Weasley's home with a flare of green flame and a couple of coughs from the dust.
Mrs Weasley was waiting. She lost no time in taking Hermione under her wing, and she and Ginny took her upstairs while the rest of the family and Harry sat down to breakfast. Mrs Weasley was downstairs again in time to force him to eat third helpings, which Harry happily agreed to, as he didn't want to face the thought of grapefruits for a couple hours yet.
The conversation around the table was focused on Fred and George's joke shop, which was approaching the same popularity as Zonko's. Ron was exclaiming over the little piece of plasticine that made the appliances work more than usual. It was called a wonderful worker. Harry forgot himself and exclaimed, "It was so funny when i.oops."
Mrs Weasley's face had gone red. She rounded on he twins, who were giving Harry accusing looks.
"It's alright Mrs Weasley, it was my birthday present!" he tried to defuse the situation, but Mrs Weasley wasn't happy.
"How could you two give him something like that to play on his relatives? You know the law, muggles aren't supposed to be tricked!"
"Ah," said Mr Weasley, smiling at Harry proudly, "playing jokes on your relatives is allowed."
"Arthur!"
"Sorry, molly, but.well.Harry is old enough to now what to do and what not to do. He is of age."
"Age has nothing to do with maturity!"
"Mrs Weasley!" interjected Harry, "I asked Fred and George to send me that stuff! I do, after all have an interest in the business."
(AN; have Fred and George told their mother who gave them the money to open the shop? I can't remember. I'm assuming they have.though with those two, who knows?)
"Well, I suppose that's true." She conceded reluctantly.
After breakfast Harry and Ron went and played a smaller version of Quidditch in the orchard behind the Burrow. As they trailed up the hill Harry asked his best friend, "what's happening with Percy these days?"
Ron's face darkened. "He sent me a letter telling me that you had written him a letter asking if he thought you were still mad."
"I wish I could have seen his face." Said Harry dreamily. Ron chuckled, "he reckons that that means you really are mad."
Harry sighed, "is it a lost cause, you think?"
"Seems that way." Said Ron, sadly.
"Oh well, new subject.I'm gonna kick your ass in this game."
"What else is new? You have a firebolt!" Ron changed the subject, "who do you reckon is gonna be Head Boy and Girl this year?"
Harry felt his ears redden. Ron noticed, and said, "you know! How do you know?"
"McGonagall, last year." Said Harry, wondering how he was gonna tell his friend.
"Well?"
"I know Hermione is."
"That would be right. What about the boy?"
Harry shrugged.
"Oh well, I suppose we'll fin out next month."
"Yeah," said Harry quietly as he mounted his broom, "I reckon so."
After a very invigorating game Harry and Ron collapsed on the grass to rest before the trek home.
Ron yawned, "I wonder what's gonna happen this year?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, lets see, first year, their was the mirror and the Philosophers stone and Quirrel. Second Year, Tom Riddle and the Chamber, third year there was Sirius and Lupin and Wormtail, fourth year there was that competition thing and Voldemorts return, fifth their was Umbridge and her dementors, followed closely by the jokeshop and the Ministry, sixth year there was your disappearance and amnesia as well as the kids disappearing. never found out why, did we? Then there was you getting kidnapped, and as in the hole of course, what else?...."
"We've had an exiting time, haven't we?" said Harry sadly. "Now it's our last year."
"lets make it count!" exclaimed Ron, "were gonna become study buddies with Hermione and copy everything she does, I don't mean her assignments, I mean stuff like when she's in the library that's where we'll be."
"I'll probably have so many detentions that I won't get any sleep." Grumbled Harry.
"Why? Oh, that's right, Advanced Potions. I hope were in the same class. Then at least we can put up a united front against slimy, greasy haired, foulmouthed, big nosed wonder why he became a teacher Snape."
Harry laughed. Then sighed.
"I suppose I had better go back to the Dursleys,"
"You could stay here."
"Dumbledore won't let me. I'll tell you why some other time."
"I'm hungry," decided Ron and they headed down the hill for lunch.
After lunch Harry said goodbye to everyone, told them he'd see them soon and stepped into the floo network.
He landed at Mrs Figgs place, startling her near out of her wits. He apologized and after a cup of tea went 'home' with a heavy heart.
Sure enough he was locked up in his room. Luckily he had had some study to do. He had ordered Hogwarts a history from Flourish and Blots and was actually finding it quite interesting. But he could only read a paragraph at a time because the book was so full of big words and dates.
When he wasn't reading that he was studying is new spell book. He practiced most of them, and managed to be able to pass most of them easily. A couple of the transfiguration spells were hard though, and he stayed right away from potions.
After a week he was allowed out again. He immediately went for a walk
As headed down the block he became aware of someone following him. He went to the park, and watched as Mundungus Fletcher hid behind some bushes. He was so obvious that Harry had to say something. He walked over to the bushes and looked down at the cloaked and crouched figure.
"You are so obvious it isn't funny." He told the man, then walked away, not trusting himself to say anything more, as it was Fletchers fault that his house had been attacked last year. He didn't know whether he was chasing cauldrons that had falleb off the back of a broom or what but it didn't matter.
The next day he received a letter from Ron,
"hey Harry, dad was you know where yesterday when a certain thief known to you came home from his watch of you know who. Apparently he was in bad mood because you had seen him while he was going his best impression of James Bond (?who's that?) and you had spotted him. He told the tale and Dad laughed so hard he fell over, and even McGonagall smiled. Just wanted to let you know. Thought you might be interested. Write back soon, only three weeks to go. Do you want to come stay with us week after next? Dumbledore says its ok, apparently. Why does he have so much of a say? Anyway, see you soon. Ron"
Harry smiled. It was about time he got out of here. The Dursley's were really beginning to get boring.
AN; well there we go again. Next chappie, Percy's Intruder. See you then.