An; once again thanx to my reviewers, u guys mean a lot to me!! I'm trying
to add more descriptive detail into these last few chappies. Ill got back
and re-do the others with more descriptive things etc some day... I hope.
Because I was bored I decided to add replies to reviewers into this one. I'll do it from now on if I can...
Also, I've been told by Snuggs that he/she wants a sequel. If you guys want one to, then tell me cus otherwise I won't. And as im out of ideas then its time for you lot to think of some!! With no voldie there's not gonna be much bad guy element... unless the Malfoy's escape from Azkaban... *starts muttering and scribbling on a pad* that just might work.... hey, aren't brainstorms fun!!!
Relies to Reviewers... "crazicaza()"... OOPS!!! Hey everyone! Crazicaza just told me that I've made a mistake! There is no such thing as na Anamgai, ther are all animagus'!!! oops again! Thanx Crazi!!
"Emma Ackroyd"... I hope your computer fixes itself, mine has the same problem!
"Angelis1"...flame? That was a flame? U should read the two reviews I got in the prequel...they were horrible, I think they wanted me to die...HAHA! Hasn't worked!
"Snuggs"....thanks for the encouragement!
"Silvercrystal77"...thanks heaps!
"Laura()"...sorry I scared you! =)
"Nphipps"....heres the next chappie!
"Athenakitty"....hopefully our friend Mark will reappear...infact, I'm sure of it.
"The Lady Reaper of the Shadows"....thanks a lot!
"Dumbldave" thanx!
"volleypickle16" here it is! Though, unfortunately, its not really soon...
Chapter 34...um.
Harry was in a state of bliss over the next few days. He had his magic back (though he was puzzled as to how he got it back) and he had his friends (Hermione had joined them at the Burrow as soon as they arrived) and he had no Dursleys to worry about and no lawns to mow and.... And... everything was just sweet 'ol good.
The only thing that blackened the time he spent with the Weasley's and Hermione was the fact that he was shadowed everywhere he went outside the house. Of course, he knew that it was probably needed, but still... it was annoying looking around every few minutes wondering who was on today. A couple of times he even saw a grey tabby with odd markings on its face, just like glasses...
He had had a long chat with Dumbledore before they left for the Weasley's. Dumbledore said he wanted Harry to take it easy and not to do much magic over the next few weeks. Harry agreed reluctantly, but only after all the portraits began to agree with Dumbledore. Dumbledore seemed to be holding something back, and Harry, having visions of the last time he had had information withheld from him, decided that the man would probably tell him when he saw fit. He left the office very confused and wondering what exactly had been the point of all the questions he had asked.
What Harry didn't know, of course, is that Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin etc, had cast a spell the night of the attack in Magnolia Crescent. He had researched widely over a range of topics, and had found something that he thought might help him help Harry. Of course, he didn't know whether the spell was permanent or not, but he could hope. And hope he did, and watch too. He watched Harry very, very, closely, looking for any signs of weakness or illness. But the teenager seemed happy, healthy (though perhaps a little thin after his time at the Durlsey's) and no ill effects were apparent.
Harry lived with the Weasley's all that summer, and was soon a real part of the family, de-gnoming the garden when he was told to, and doing chores. It appeared that Mrs Weasley had no qualm accepting him as part of her work- force family and using him as such. Harry was grateful. These sorts of jobs were interesting and he never got tired of flinging gnomes as far as he could. Crookshanks had a lovely time while Hermione was there, trying for as many gnomes as possible, brushy tail high in the air.
During the hotter days of summer Harry would join the family in doing nothing, glorious nothing. They would either lie in the sun (Ginny wanted company when she was trying to tan her arms and legs), or play chess or exploding snap. Of course, Ron always won the chess. Harry didn't know why he bothered sometimes.
Mr Weasley was promoted at the ministry, taking Lucuis Malfoy's place, and the whole family benefited, Ginny got a new pair of dress robes, Fred and George (though business was booming) received a owl each (a grey one named Hoot and a darker one named Dracula), Ron received a new set of wizard's chess. Percy (still a little quieter than usual) didn't want anything. Harry kept out of it while they were receiving their presents, not at all fazed by the fact that he had not received anything. He had everything he needed, except maybe a broom, but he couldn't expect the Weasley's to buy him THAT!! He took Hedwig out for a walk/fly, watching happily as she soared high above him. Her out stretched wings gave him an idea. With a small crack he changed into his Phoenix form. With a flap of his dark wings he joined his owl, and she proceeded to give him a lesson in graceful flying, as his wing beats were still slightly of kilter.
Another development was that Fred and George (now swamped with customers) hired him and Ron to help out in their shop. Harry and Ron soon found themselves wearing the gold and purple uniform, Harry careful to tie a gold bandana around his scar, so as not to be recognised. He also, when he could, went to Gringotts and exchanged some of his wizard gold into muggle cash and bought himself two things, contact lenses so as not to be easily recognised by the glasses, and a new pair of glasses. He was therefore, a totally unknown shop assistant at the shop; now triple the size of Zonko's.
About a week before Harry's birthday, Neville came into the shop, acted quite well as if he didn't know Harry and Ron and browsed until some other customers were dealt with. Having is parents back had changed Neville. He was no slightly more outspoken, no where near as scared of professor Snape.
As soon as the other two clients were out of the shop, Neville shook Harry and Ron's hand.
"Hows it going!" he asked brightly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Fine Neville, how are you?"
"Perfect. Though I must admit that the Daily Prophet is getting on my nerves."
"How so?" asked Harry, mildly shocked.
"The damn thing is full of you. There's no news at all, and there's more statues of you being put up since you got your magic back... how did that happen by the way?"
"I suspect Dumbledore, but I can't prove it." Said Harry, dusting a shelf with a rag. The shop was full of shelves, all of them covered with some rather interesting objects, all price tagged with Harry and Ron's writing, at Fred's somewhat malicious insistence.
"Now, Neville, I was going to write to you, but I cat remember why..." Ron hit his head a couple ties. Harry and Neville exchanged an amused glance.
"That's it!!! What are you doing next Friday?"
"I don't know... why?"
"We want you to come to Harry's birthday party."
Harry blinked, and frowned at Ron. Birthday Party? What Birthday Part?
"You want me to come?" squeaked Neville in surprise, shocking Harry out of his surprised silence,
"Don't be a prat, of course we do!"
Neville let out a happy laugh, and then stopped, "I'll talk to you then, then. Oh, Harry, I'll need a chat with you sometime soon please." Neville added as he waved goodbye. Ron looked at Harry, Harry looked at Ron,
"Neither do I." They said together, answering the unspoken question 'do you know what he's talking about?'
The day of the party dawned bright and clear. Harry woke early, excitement making him unable to sleep. He had never had a birthday party before. He had never even had a cake, well, not one that he blew out candles on anyway. He wondered idly if Wizards blew out candles too, or did they have something different? Then his thought reversed, and he remembered everything that ad happened last year, since his seventeenth. Today he was of age in the muggle world. That was a scary thought.
Bored with his wanderings he got up and dressed with a little more care than usual. He let Hedwig, Errol and Hermes out, and then tried to catch pigwidgeon (spelling?) but the little owl got excited and Harry left him hooting happily to himself. He was no longer the tiny owl that could fit in Harry's hand, but almost fully grown and very fast, and Harry couldn't be bothered catching him.
He went down into the kitchen just as Mrs. Weasley was getting out the cooking utensils.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley."
"molly." Corrected the witch absently, cracking open eggs. And then, realizing that it was Harry talking to her she looked up and smiled, "happy birthday Harry!"
"Thank you." Said Harry with a smile
"Will you give me a hand with breakfast? There's a lot to be done today."
"Sure."
Harry began cracking open eggs, and fried them on the pan with the bacon. Mrs. Weasley went away doing something, but she hurried back thinking 'if he's anything like my brood he'll have burnt it all'. To her surprise, the table was set, the eggs cooked, the bacon still cooking and everything was in order, no smoke anywhere.
"You act like you've done this before Harry!" she commented, putting cutlery on the table. She looked up in time to see something cross Harry's face, so quickly she wasn't sure she seen it.
"Only everyday for five years. The Dursley's didn't cook unless it was a special occasion."
"oh." Molly didn't know what to say, but Harry suddenly grinned.
"But im eighteen today. That means I never have to see them again, unless I wish it."
"I suppose you're right." Molly hadn't thought of that.
"I'll go live in Grimauld place, I think, and train to be an auror."
"If that's what you want. But you'll always be welcome here."
Harry smiled again, "thanks, Molly that means a lot to me."
"You're part of the family," said Molly gruffly.
Harry didn't say anything, simply because he didn't know how. He helped her set things straight for breakfast in silence, but he was smiling and felt light and happy for the first time in a little while.
Later that day, as all the invited guests came for his party (Harry hadn't wanted anyone other than the Weasley's and Hermione, but Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had put up a united front and Harry found himself welcoming Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom and Ron's (Ginny giggled a lot) girlfriend, Parvati. He had no problem with them being there, but he didn't know how to act around people when there was a party being thrown for him.
The day passed easily, Order business and anything 'unseemly' as Mr. Weasley put it, were outlawed and Harry felt the better for it. There only conversation he had of anything noteworthy was with Neville.
"Hey Harry, I never told anyone, but I've been taking writing lessons over the break and well..."
"writing lessons?" asked Harry incredulously, keeping a suspicious eye on Fred and George who were shifting closer and closer to a plate of creams, "I thought you knew how to write?!"
Neville flushed, embarrassed, making Harry wish he hadn't said anything,
"No, as in story writing..."
"Oh I see. Why did you want to tell me that??"
"I.... I want to write your story!" blurted Neville.
An; times up, gotta go. See you next chapter. Hey, does anyone else get stressed? Im very stressed right now. Anyone got any good jokes to cheer me up?? Luv Em (aka Neonlights)
Because I was bored I decided to add replies to reviewers into this one. I'll do it from now on if I can...
Also, I've been told by Snuggs that he/she wants a sequel. If you guys want one to, then tell me cus otherwise I won't. And as im out of ideas then its time for you lot to think of some!! With no voldie there's not gonna be much bad guy element... unless the Malfoy's escape from Azkaban... *starts muttering and scribbling on a pad* that just might work.... hey, aren't brainstorms fun!!!
Relies to Reviewers... "crazicaza()"... OOPS!!! Hey everyone! Crazicaza just told me that I've made a mistake! There is no such thing as na Anamgai, ther are all animagus'!!! oops again! Thanx Crazi!!
"Emma Ackroyd"... I hope your computer fixes itself, mine has the same problem!
"Angelis1"...flame? That was a flame? U should read the two reviews I got in the prequel...they were horrible, I think they wanted me to die...HAHA! Hasn't worked!
"Snuggs"....thanks for the encouragement!
"Silvercrystal77"...thanks heaps!
"Laura()"...sorry I scared you! =)
"Nphipps"....heres the next chappie!
"Athenakitty"....hopefully our friend Mark will reappear...infact, I'm sure of it.
"The Lady Reaper of the Shadows"....thanks a lot!
"Dumbldave" thanx!
"volleypickle16" here it is! Though, unfortunately, its not really soon...
Chapter 34...um.
Harry was in a state of bliss over the next few days. He had his magic back (though he was puzzled as to how he got it back) and he had his friends (Hermione had joined them at the Burrow as soon as they arrived) and he had no Dursleys to worry about and no lawns to mow and.... And... everything was just sweet 'ol good.
The only thing that blackened the time he spent with the Weasley's and Hermione was the fact that he was shadowed everywhere he went outside the house. Of course, he knew that it was probably needed, but still... it was annoying looking around every few minutes wondering who was on today. A couple of times he even saw a grey tabby with odd markings on its face, just like glasses...
He had had a long chat with Dumbledore before they left for the Weasley's. Dumbledore said he wanted Harry to take it easy and not to do much magic over the next few weeks. Harry agreed reluctantly, but only after all the portraits began to agree with Dumbledore. Dumbledore seemed to be holding something back, and Harry, having visions of the last time he had had information withheld from him, decided that the man would probably tell him when he saw fit. He left the office very confused and wondering what exactly had been the point of all the questions he had asked.
What Harry didn't know, of course, is that Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin etc, had cast a spell the night of the attack in Magnolia Crescent. He had researched widely over a range of topics, and had found something that he thought might help him help Harry. Of course, he didn't know whether the spell was permanent or not, but he could hope. And hope he did, and watch too. He watched Harry very, very, closely, looking for any signs of weakness or illness. But the teenager seemed happy, healthy (though perhaps a little thin after his time at the Durlsey's) and no ill effects were apparent.
Harry lived with the Weasley's all that summer, and was soon a real part of the family, de-gnoming the garden when he was told to, and doing chores. It appeared that Mrs Weasley had no qualm accepting him as part of her work- force family and using him as such. Harry was grateful. These sorts of jobs were interesting and he never got tired of flinging gnomes as far as he could. Crookshanks had a lovely time while Hermione was there, trying for as many gnomes as possible, brushy tail high in the air.
During the hotter days of summer Harry would join the family in doing nothing, glorious nothing. They would either lie in the sun (Ginny wanted company when she was trying to tan her arms and legs), or play chess or exploding snap. Of course, Ron always won the chess. Harry didn't know why he bothered sometimes.
Mr Weasley was promoted at the ministry, taking Lucuis Malfoy's place, and the whole family benefited, Ginny got a new pair of dress robes, Fred and George (though business was booming) received a owl each (a grey one named Hoot and a darker one named Dracula), Ron received a new set of wizard's chess. Percy (still a little quieter than usual) didn't want anything. Harry kept out of it while they were receiving their presents, not at all fazed by the fact that he had not received anything. He had everything he needed, except maybe a broom, but he couldn't expect the Weasley's to buy him THAT!! He took Hedwig out for a walk/fly, watching happily as she soared high above him. Her out stretched wings gave him an idea. With a small crack he changed into his Phoenix form. With a flap of his dark wings he joined his owl, and she proceeded to give him a lesson in graceful flying, as his wing beats were still slightly of kilter.
Another development was that Fred and George (now swamped with customers) hired him and Ron to help out in their shop. Harry and Ron soon found themselves wearing the gold and purple uniform, Harry careful to tie a gold bandana around his scar, so as not to be recognised. He also, when he could, went to Gringotts and exchanged some of his wizard gold into muggle cash and bought himself two things, contact lenses so as not to be easily recognised by the glasses, and a new pair of glasses. He was therefore, a totally unknown shop assistant at the shop; now triple the size of Zonko's.
About a week before Harry's birthday, Neville came into the shop, acted quite well as if he didn't know Harry and Ron and browsed until some other customers were dealt with. Having is parents back had changed Neville. He was no slightly more outspoken, no where near as scared of professor Snape.
As soon as the other two clients were out of the shop, Neville shook Harry and Ron's hand.
"Hows it going!" he asked brightly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Fine Neville, how are you?"
"Perfect. Though I must admit that the Daily Prophet is getting on my nerves."
"How so?" asked Harry, mildly shocked.
"The damn thing is full of you. There's no news at all, and there's more statues of you being put up since you got your magic back... how did that happen by the way?"
"I suspect Dumbledore, but I can't prove it." Said Harry, dusting a shelf with a rag. The shop was full of shelves, all of them covered with some rather interesting objects, all price tagged with Harry and Ron's writing, at Fred's somewhat malicious insistence.
"Now, Neville, I was going to write to you, but I cat remember why..." Ron hit his head a couple ties. Harry and Neville exchanged an amused glance.
"That's it!!! What are you doing next Friday?"
"I don't know... why?"
"We want you to come to Harry's birthday party."
Harry blinked, and frowned at Ron. Birthday Party? What Birthday Part?
"You want me to come?" squeaked Neville in surprise, shocking Harry out of his surprised silence,
"Don't be a prat, of course we do!"
Neville let out a happy laugh, and then stopped, "I'll talk to you then, then. Oh, Harry, I'll need a chat with you sometime soon please." Neville added as he waved goodbye. Ron looked at Harry, Harry looked at Ron,
"Neither do I." They said together, answering the unspoken question 'do you know what he's talking about?'
The day of the party dawned bright and clear. Harry woke early, excitement making him unable to sleep. He had never had a birthday party before. He had never even had a cake, well, not one that he blew out candles on anyway. He wondered idly if Wizards blew out candles too, or did they have something different? Then his thought reversed, and he remembered everything that ad happened last year, since his seventeenth. Today he was of age in the muggle world. That was a scary thought.
Bored with his wanderings he got up and dressed with a little more care than usual. He let Hedwig, Errol and Hermes out, and then tried to catch pigwidgeon (spelling?) but the little owl got excited and Harry left him hooting happily to himself. He was no longer the tiny owl that could fit in Harry's hand, but almost fully grown and very fast, and Harry couldn't be bothered catching him.
He went down into the kitchen just as Mrs. Weasley was getting out the cooking utensils.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley."
"molly." Corrected the witch absently, cracking open eggs. And then, realizing that it was Harry talking to her she looked up and smiled, "happy birthday Harry!"
"Thank you." Said Harry with a smile
"Will you give me a hand with breakfast? There's a lot to be done today."
"Sure."
Harry began cracking open eggs, and fried them on the pan with the bacon. Mrs. Weasley went away doing something, but she hurried back thinking 'if he's anything like my brood he'll have burnt it all'. To her surprise, the table was set, the eggs cooked, the bacon still cooking and everything was in order, no smoke anywhere.
"You act like you've done this before Harry!" she commented, putting cutlery on the table. She looked up in time to see something cross Harry's face, so quickly she wasn't sure she seen it.
"Only everyday for five years. The Dursley's didn't cook unless it was a special occasion."
"oh." Molly didn't know what to say, but Harry suddenly grinned.
"But im eighteen today. That means I never have to see them again, unless I wish it."
"I suppose you're right." Molly hadn't thought of that.
"I'll go live in Grimauld place, I think, and train to be an auror."
"If that's what you want. But you'll always be welcome here."
Harry smiled again, "thanks, Molly that means a lot to me."
"You're part of the family," said Molly gruffly.
Harry didn't say anything, simply because he didn't know how. He helped her set things straight for breakfast in silence, but he was smiling and felt light and happy for the first time in a little while.
Later that day, as all the invited guests came for his party (Harry hadn't wanted anyone other than the Weasley's and Hermione, but Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had put up a united front and Harry found himself welcoming Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom and Ron's (Ginny giggled a lot) girlfriend, Parvati. He had no problem with them being there, but he didn't know how to act around people when there was a party being thrown for him.
The day passed easily, Order business and anything 'unseemly' as Mr. Weasley put it, were outlawed and Harry felt the better for it. There only conversation he had of anything noteworthy was with Neville.
"Hey Harry, I never told anyone, but I've been taking writing lessons over the break and well..."
"writing lessons?" asked Harry incredulously, keeping a suspicious eye on Fred and George who were shifting closer and closer to a plate of creams, "I thought you knew how to write?!"
Neville flushed, embarrassed, making Harry wish he hadn't said anything,
"No, as in story writing..."
"Oh I see. Why did you want to tell me that??"
"I.... I want to write your story!" blurted Neville.
An; times up, gotta go. See you next chapter. Hey, does anyone else get stressed? Im very stressed right now. Anyone got any good jokes to cheer me up?? Luv Em (aka Neonlights)