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Harry felt his whole body become hot, as though he was being burned.(What am I talking about? He is being burned) Harry could feel his ears burning and his stomach felt queasy. Never the less, this was the best feeling he felt in weeks. His spirits lifted higher at the thought of going back to The Burrow.
Once they reached the Weasley's fireplace, Harry let out a low cough and dusted the soot from his large faded jeans. He couldn't help but grin when he arrived. Everything was just as he had left it. To people like Malfoy, the Burrow was an odd, ugly, poor, and very pitying house, but to Harry, it was perfect. The Weasley's living room clock pointed Fred, George, and Ron to the words 'Arrived back'
"Well," Ron said as he walked over to the kitchen cabinet. "I'm bushed! Hungry, Harry?" Harry grinned. "Course. You expect the Dursleys to actually feed me? I've got to admit Ron, I'm surprised at you!" He said playfully. Harry didn't know why, but the whole Weasley joy seemed to suck into him. He had ALMOST forgot about Sirius.
Fred summoned a ton of pudding mysteriously out of nowhere (eh?!) George brought out a loaf of pineapple bread (hehe . can't resist) and Ron pulled out what looked like yesterdays' turkey. "Hope you don't mind, mate. We ain't mum." George said cheerfully. Harry just grinned. The food wasn't quite as good as Mrs. Weasley's, but it was ten times better than what the Dursleys would have given him.
Harry pulled out a chair, a seat across from Fred and beside Ron. Just as he reached for a loaf of bread, footsteps were heard from upstairs. "Quick! Hide the food!" Ron whispered furiously, and edge of panic in his voice. "Every man for himself!" Said George as he ducked under the table. Fred hopped into a tin cabinet (There is something really wrong with this boy!) and Harry pulled Ron behind a sofa.
As the footsteps got closer, Harry could hear the shallow breath of Ron who was hiding beside him. The footsteps got closer. Closer. Closer . "Lumos!" Said a voice from the bottom of the stairs. The voice seemed awfully different than Mrs. Weasley's, yet it was to girly to be a man's.
"Ginny?" Harry heard Fred ask from inside the tin cabinet. (Just for you to know, the tin cabinet is to small to even fit a four year old!) Ginny twirled around, searching frantically for the source of the voice. "Who's there?" She quivered.
George pulled himself out from under the table. "It's me. Bloody Hell, I thought you were mum." He said, grinning through the darkness. (I forgot to mention, they turned off the lights when they hid) Ginny almost jumped out of her skin when she heard him come up from behind her. "What are you doing awake in the middle of the night?" She asked, still shocked and angry. George stammered for a while. Harry was to afraid that he might blow it, but he was certain that that wouldn't happen. After all, this was George he was talking about wasn't it?
It seemed like only a second for George to regain his composure. George shrugged. "Oh, you know. I was just . getting a bight to eat for a late night snack." He said casually. Harry groaned miserably. That seemed like a very lame excuse coming from George, but it seemed reasonable enough for Ginny because the next thing he knew, she was making her way back up the stairs. Though so, she kept giving George quick unsure glances every three steps.
Once Ginny was out of there sights, Harry pushed himself off the ground. "Why didn't you tell her?" Harry asked George, who was summoning back the pineapple bread. "Well, you honestly don't know Ginny. Of course, you hardly know anything about her since she was crushing on you." George said, smirking. Harry's ears turned pink and he felt a little hot behind his neck. "Umm . well . It was just a p-phase she went through wasn't it? She's already got a boyfriend . she doesn't really h-have a-any feelings f- for me anymore, right? So . you know ." Harry said, his cheeks burning hotter every second.
George was grinning now. "Alright, your mumbling now Potter. And incase you forgot, Ginny has no boyfriend now. I s'pose you'll be able to tackle her now that she's single, eh?" He said, smirking tastefully. Harry blushed a brighter shade of pink. "O-okay, well . yeah. S-so why didn't you, Ummm . tell Ginny?" He said, trying miserably to change the topic. "You mad Harry?!" Ron asked, jumping out from behind the sofa. "Telling anything like this to that little brat would either give her the power of blackmail or it'd just be plain suicide. She'd tell anything she could get her hands on to mum about us. She loves making us suffer, Harry!"
Harry frowned. He had never immagined Ginny being a tattle-tale. But then again, he didn't know her very well. Harry shrugged it off and took his seat. George was slicing the pineapple bread and adding some marmalade on it. (Yum!You should try it!) "Want some, Harry?" George asked, handing Harry a slice. Harry grinned happily and took it.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt this happy. It was great to be back with a family who always welcomed him with open arms.(Even though Mr. And Mrs. Weasley still don't know he's here) Chewing the last bit of pineapple bread, Harry took in the surroundings; George was slicing up more pineapple bread using magic, Fred was summoning a large bowl of ice- cream which came from nowhere, and Ron was busy gobbling the whole turkey.
They all seemed so happy. Without a care in the world. Never having anything to worry about other than the lack of money. Harry looked down at his shoes. He wished more than anything that he could change lives with any one of them. Infact, he'd even dump out all the money he had in Griggots just for a week in their shoes. They never had to worry about loss, or the constant thought of being murdered by Lord Voldemort. Nope, all they have to worry about is the problems of their everyday lives.
Ron saw the sad look on Harry's face and frowned. "You okay, mate? You seem pretty down." He asked Harry.
Harry looked up from his shoes, and up to the worried look plastered on Ron's face. Harry felt bad being a burden and source of worry for the only family thoughtful enough to take him in. " 'caurse I'm okay Ron." He said, putting on a miserable fake smile.
Fred, George, and Ron each looked worriedly at Harry's lousy fake face. "You sure you're alright Harry?" Ron asked again. Harry nodded glumly. Seeing the faces of the Weasley's like this was far too much to take for Harry. "Sorry for being a heavy burden for you guys. I've been nothing but a lousy prat." Harry mumbled sadly as he looked up at the Weasley brothers' faces. "To tell you the truth, I've been to bothered by worrying about Sirius that I've been too lazy to reply your letters. You should probably send me back to the Dursleys"
Oh no!!! Harry's going back to the Dursleys?! That can't be possible ~ or can it? Sorry it's a little short, but it's better than chapter 2, right? Right? Right??? RIGHT???!!! REVIEW!!! If I don't get 2 or more reviews for this chapter, I will not continue. If you like it REVIEW!!! If not, go ahead and flame me. I don't care, flames will be used for revenge on YOU!!!
Harry felt his whole body become hot, as though he was being burned.(What am I talking about? He is being burned) Harry could feel his ears burning and his stomach felt queasy. Never the less, this was the best feeling he felt in weeks. His spirits lifted higher at the thought of going back to The Burrow.
Once they reached the Weasley's fireplace, Harry let out a low cough and dusted the soot from his large faded jeans. He couldn't help but grin when he arrived. Everything was just as he had left it. To people like Malfoy, the Burrow was an odd, ugly, poor, and very pitying house, but to Harry, it was perfect. The Weasley's living room clock pointed Fred, George, and Ron to the words 'Arrived back'
"Well," Ron said as he walked over to the kitchen cabinet. "I'm bushed! Hungry, Harry?" Harry grinned. "Course. You expect the Dursleys to actually feed me? I've got to admit Ron, I'm surprised at you!" He said playfully. Harry didn't know why, but the whole Weasley joy seemed to suck into him. He had ALMOST forgot about Sirius.
Fred summoned a ton of pudding mysteriously out of nowhere (eh?!) George brought out a loaf of pineapple bread (hehe . can't resist) and Ron pulled out what looked like yesterdays' turkey. "Hope you don't mind, mate. We ain't mum." George said cheerfully. Harry just grinned. The food wasn't quite as good as Mrs. Weasley's, but it was ten times better than what the Dursleys would have given him.
Harry pulled out a chair, a seat across from Fred and beside Ron. Just as he reached for a loaf of bread, footsteps were heard from upstairs. "Quick! Hide the food!" Ron whispered furiously, and edge of panic in his voice. "Every man for himself!" Said George as he ducked under the table. Fred hopped into a tin cabinet (There is something really wrong with this boy!) and Harry pulled Ron behind a sofa.
As the footsteps got closer, Harry could hear the shallow breath of Ron who was hiding beside him. The footsteps got closer. Closer. Closer . "Lumos!" Said a voice from the bottom of the stairs. The voice seemed awfully different than Mrs. Weasley's, yet it was to girly to be a man's.
"Ginny?" Harry heard Fred ask from inside the tin cabinet. (Just for you to know, the tin cabinet is to small to even fit a four year old!) Ginny twirled around, searching frantically for the source of the voice. "Who's there?" She quivered.
George pulled himself out from under the table. "It's me. Bloody Hell, I thought you were mum." He said, grinning through the darkness. (I forgot to mention, they turned off the lights when they hid) Ginny almost jumped out of her skin when she heard him come up from behind her. "What are you doing awake in the middle of the night?" She asked, still shocked and angry. George stammered for a while. Harry was to afraid that he might blow it, but he was certain that that wouldn't happen. After all, this was George he was talking about wasn't it?
It seemed like only a second for George to regain his composure. George shrugged. "Oh, you know. I was just . getting a bight to eat for a late night snack." He said casually. Harry groaned miserably. That seemed like a very lame excuse coming from George, but it seemed reasonable enough for Ginny because the next thing he knew, she was making her way back up the stairs. Though so, she kept giving George quick unsure glances every three steps.
Once Ginny was out of there sights, Harry pushed himself off the ground. "Why didn't you tell her?" Harry asked George, who was summoning back the pineapple bread. "Well, you honestly don't know Ginny. Of course, you hardly know anything about her since she was crushing on you." George said, smirking. Harry's ears turned pink and he felt a little hot behind his neck. "Umm . well . It was just a p-phase she went through wasn't it? She's already got a boyfriend . she doesn't really h-have a-any feelings f- for me anymore, right? So . you know ." Harry said, his cheeks burning hotter every second.
George was grinning now. "Alright, your mumbling now Potter. And incase you forgot, Ginny has no boyfriend now. I s'pose you'll be able to tackle her now that she's single, eh?" He said, smirking tastefully. Harry blushed a brighter shade of pink. "O-okay, well . yeah. S-so why didn't you, Ummm . tell Ginny?" He said, trying miserably to change the topic. "You mad Harry?!" Ron asked, jumping out from behind the sofa. "Telling anything like this to that little brat would either give her the power of blackmail or it'd just be plain suicide. She'd tell anything she could get her hands on to mum about us. She loves making us suffer, Harry!"
Harry frowned. He had never immagined Ginny being a tattle-tale. But then again, he didn't know her very well. Harry shrugged it off and took his seat. George was slicing the pineapple bread and adding some marmalade on it. (Yum!You should try it!) "Want some, Harry?" George asked, handing Harry a slice. Harry grinned happily and took it.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt this happy. It was great to be back with a family who always welcomed him with open arms.(Even though Mr. And Mrs. Weasley still don't know he's here) Chewing the last bit of pineapple bread, Harry took in the surroundings; George was slicing up more pineapple bread using magic, Fred was summoning a large bowl of ice- cream which came from nowhere, and Ron was busy gobbling the whole turkey.
They all seemed so happy. Without a care in the world. Never having anything to worry about other than the lack of money. Harry looked down at his shoes. He wished more than anything that he could change lives with any one of them. Infact, he'd even dump out all the money he had in Griggots just for a week in their shoes. They never had to worry about loss, or the constant thought of being murdered by Lord Voldemort. Nope, all they have to worry about is the problems of their everyday lives.
Ron saw the sad look on Harry's face and frowned. "You okay, mate? You seem pretty down." He asked Harry.
Harry looked up from his shoes, and up to the worried look plastered on Ron's face. Harry felt bad being a burden and source of worry for the only family thoughtful enough to take him in. " 'caurse I'm okay Ron." He said, putting on a miserable fake smile.
Fred, George, and Ron each looked worriedly at Harry's lousy fake face. "You sure you're alright Harry?" Ron asked again. Harry nodded glumly. Seeing the faces of the Weasley's like this was far too much to take for Harry. "Sorry for being a heavy burden for you guys. I've been nothing but a lousy prat." Harry mumbled sadly as he looked up at the Weasley brothers' faces. "To tell you the truth, I've been to bothered by worrying about Sirius that I've been too lazy to reply your letters. You should probably send me back to the Dursleys"
Oh no!!! Harry's going back to the Dursleys?! That can't be possible ~ or can it? Sorry it's a little short, but it's better than chapter 2, right? Right? Right??? RIGHT???!!! REVIEW!!! If I don't get 2 or more reviews for this chapter, I will not continue. If you like it REVIEW!!! If not, go ahead and flame me. I don't care, flames will be used for revenge on YOU!!!