I am soooo sorry it took soooo long to post this chapter. My internet
didn't work... I dunno why. I also had this HUGE exam, luckily I passed
with straight A's (Didn't I tell you I'm a genius? I'm not a nerd, mind
you) So, enough with my stupid babbling and on with the story!
Fred, George, and Ron all looked shocked at Harry's sudden statement. "Are you sure, mate?" Fred asked, frowning worriedly at Harry.
Harry nodded sadly. As much as he hated going back to the Dursleys, being a burden for his best friends was too much. "It's not that I don't appreciate you, but I really hate being the source of your worry. You all are much happier without a prat like me around." He said, playing with the strings that came out from the sleeves of his shirt.
"Your not a source of worry Harry. You're my best friend. We don't want you to starve at the Dursley." Ron said, his frown slowly turning into a lopsided grin. Fred and George both nodded their heads behind their youngest brother. "So what do you say Harry? You still want to go back to the Dursleys?" George asked happily behind Ron.
Harry immediately shook his head. Why the heck would he want to go to the Dursleys? He wasn't being a burden for anyone (Except the Dursleys) Harry felt like a big stone got lifted from his chest, though he still had a lot of pain left inside.
All three Weasley's grinned. "Well, that's that, then." Fred said, smiling. "Lets get back to the food!" (Honestly, is that all he thinks about?) George nodded and stuffed his face with everything on the table. (Only the food! Not the table cloth and china, fool!) As Harry was about to sit back down, a sudden rumble immediately stopped him.
Due to instict, Harry took out his wand and stuck his arm out infront of him. Voices were heard from the fireplace. As the voices got clearer, Harry figured out who it was. "Damn." George cursed under his breath. "Mum and dad."
Ron tried to hide Harry behind the sofa but Fred was trying to push Harry into the tin cabinet at the same time.(Sheesh!) The voices got clearer and the footsteps got closer. Harry just stood frozen between Ron and Fred. 'If it was Mr and Mrs Weasley, they'd pretty well have to know sooner or later.' Harry thought.
"I have no idea how Harry could escape. We should've had more people keep their eyes on him." Harry heard the first voice say.
"Oh, Arthur. I do hope he is alright. Where do you think he went?" The second voice questioned. Harry immediately recognized the voices. The first one had to be Mr. Weasley, and the second one was surely Mrs. Weasley.
Harry saw George's face pale as he tried to hide himself under the table. But just as George pulled up the table cloth, Mrs Weasley's earth- shattering shriek stopped him. "ARTHUR!!!! HE'S HERE!!! HARRY, HE'S HERE!!!" She shouted spraying spit into everyones faces.
"Molly, dear. Please calm down. You'll wake up Ginny and the boys ...," Mr Weasley said, trying to calm down his hysteric wife.
"Boys? BOYS? WHAT ARE THE BOYS DOING DOWN HERE?!" Mrs Weasley shouted again as she finally realized three of her youngest sons standing pale- faced beside Harry.
The Weasley boys shuddered and Harry suddenly felt guilty. It was, after all, his fault that they were being scolded. Harry opened his mouth to tell her the truth, but Ron nudged him in the shoulder and gave him a look which obviously meant that they were used to it.
"WELL, BOYS? WHY ARE YOU DOWN HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!" Mrs Weasley screamed, shaking the whole house. (When I say that, I really mean that)
Fred bit his bottom lip, glancing around at his twin and Ron, hoping for an answer. When no answer came his way, Fred took a deep breath and opened his mouth. "Well, we were hungry and thought that Harry was sort of hungry aswell ...," Fred answered bravely, but trailed of as he heard his mum shout again.
"DON'T SMART TALK ME!!!" Mrs Weasley screamed. Mr Weasley looked like he was about to calm her down again, but thought it smarter to just leave her alone.
"B-but, mum ..., you said you wanted an answer-," Fred said stuttering. Harry thought Fred really lived up to the name Gryffindore. Even Snape wouldn't be brave enough to face Mrs Weasley when she was in this type of fit.
Mrs Weasley looked furious. Her face was red with anger and Harry thought he saw fangs instead of teeth. "THAT'S IT!!! GROUNDED!!! ALL OF YOU!!!"
Harry took a few steps back, trying to avoid the spit which came splattering everywhere. As Harry continued to step back, he accidentally bumped right into Mr Weasley. "Oh, sorry Mr Weasley," He said.
"Well that's quite alright Harry. Now, you've had a long day, eh? Go along upstairs and get a nice, long rest." Mr Weasley said, trying to speak a little louder so that his voice could be heard above Mrs Weasley horrible screams ( "WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR OLDER BROTHERS?! YOUR BEING A BAD ROLE-MODEL TO YOUR SISTER! LOOK HOW RON'S TURNED OUT!!!" )
Harry nodded quickly, glad to have an excuse to get out of the room. He practically ran up the stairs, very happy to be somewhere he liked. Once he reached the top of the stairs, a small 'Ow!,' startled him, immediately allowing him to pull out his wand. "Who's there?" Harry whispered fiercely, not the least bit frightened as he should be now that he knew nothing could kill him, other than Voldemort.
"Hey, hey ... Theres no need for that, please!" The voice said in a whisper of panic. Harry looked down at his shoes and saw a panic-stricken Ginny crouched low behind a flowerpot at the top of the stairs. "Ginny?" Harry asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Well ...," Ginny said as she stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Shouln't I be asking you the same question?"
Harry frowned. "Didn't you here your mum shouting? Practically the whole town could've heard her." He said as he shuddered at the thought of spit flying in his face ~ ofcourse he was quite used to it, seeing as he lived with the Dursley.
"Course I did. Who didn't? Nobody could've escaped her when she's in a fit like that." Ginny said, giggling. "Want me to help you to your room?" She asked.
"Oh, that's okay Ginny. I don't really have anything to carry." Harry said. "Come to think of it, I don't have anything to where for tommorow."
Ginny smiled. "Oh, that's alright. I'm sure mum and dad wouln't mind taking your clothes from those muggle relatives of your tommorow. But, for the meantime, you can put on Ron's clothes ... although it may be a little large for you ...," Ginny said, scratching her flaming red hair thoughtfully.
"That's okay. I'm sort of used to wearing large outfits." Harry said, gesturing at Dudley large blue shirt and big, faded jeans.
"Oh, nonsense." Ginny replied, and air of disgust in her voice at the thought of ugly clothes. "Your our guest, Harry. Hmm ... I'm sure Percy wouldn't mind if you borrow his clothes ... atleast for the night. Come on. I'll take you to his room."
Harry gaped at her. "You mean, Percy's back? Here? Right now?" He said as he thought of Percy's arrogance from last year. "So he actually admits it now, does he?"
Ginny nodded as she pulled Harry towards Percy's room. "Well, sure he admits it. His boss does, he should too. And, no ... he's not here. He has his own house, I think. Closer to the Ministry. But he did appologize to us a few days ago. He came and stayed for a night, but left because of Fred and George's stupid tauntings. It's not everyday their right and Percy's not."
Ginny continued to speak all the way to Percy's room. But once they arrived, she immediately ceased. Harry opened the door and was very amazed to see how neat the room was (Soo unlike Ron's room) Books were stacked neatly on the shelves, clothes were nicely hanged in the closet, quills and parchment were put neatly on the study-table and a bed was nice and tidied by the corner.
Harry was amazed at how clean the room was, almost as if the person has never left the room. Not a single object was out of place.
"Oh, well here it is Harry." Ginny said, pulling out a purple coloured sweater with a silver coloured 'P' on it. "It's pretty cold tonight." She tossed the sweater into Harry arms and yawned. "Better get to bed. Need anything, don't bother to call." And with that, she left.
Harry yawned aswell. 'I should probably get some rest too.' He thought, and closed the door to Percy's room behind him.
Hope you like! This is the longest chapter in this story. I think it's the best chap. Ok, don't forget to review! I'm in the ZONE! The faster you review, the faster the next chap is coming out! My zones comes and goes pretty fast. OK, toodles!!!
Fred, George, and Ron all looked shocked at Harry's sudden statement. "Are you sure, mate?" Fred asked, frowning worriedly at Harry.
Harry nodded sadly. As much as he hated going back to the Dursleys, being a burden for his best friends was too much. "It's not that I don't appreciate you, but I really hate being the source of your worry. You all are much happier without a prat like me around." He said, playing with the strings that came out from the sleeves of his shirt.
"Your not a source of worry Harry. You're my best friend. We don't want you to starve at the Dursley." Ron said, his frown slowly turning into a lopsided grin. Fred and George both nodded their heads behind their youngest brother. "So what do you say Harry? You still want to go back to the Dursleys?" George asked happily behind Ron.
Harry immediately shook his head. Why the heck would he want to go to the Dursleys? He wasn't being a burden for anyone (Except the Dursleys) Harry felt like a big stone got lifted from his chest, though he still had a lot of pain left inside.
All three Weasley's grinned. "Well, that's that, then." Fred said, smiling. "Lets get back to the food!" (Honestly, is that all he thinks about?) George nodded and stuffed his face with everything on the table. (Only the food! Not the table cloth and china, fool!) As Harry was about to sit back down, a sudden rumble immediately stopped him.
Due to instict, Harry took out his wand and stuck his arm out infront of him. Voices were heard from the fireplace. As the voices got clearer, Harry figured out who it was. "Damn." George cursed under his breath. "Mum and dad."
Ron tried to hide Harry behind the sofa but Fred was trying to push Harry into the tin cabinet at the same time.(Sheesh!) The voices got clearer and the footsteps got closer. Harry just stood frozen between Ron and Fred. 'If it was Mr and Mrs Weasley, they'd pretty well have to know sooner or later.' Harry thought.
"I have no idea how Harry could escape. We should've had more people keep their eyes on him." Harry heard the first voice say.
"Oh, Arthur. I do hope he is alright. Where do you think he went?" The second voice questioned. Harry immediately recognized the voices. The first one had to be Mr. Weasley, and the second one was surely Mrs. Weasley.
Harry saw George's face pale as he tried to hide himself under the table. But just as George pulled up the table cloth, Mrs Weasley's earth- shattering shriek stopped him. "ARTHUR!!!! HE'S HERE!!! HARRY, HE'S HERE!!!" She shouted spraying spit into everyones faces.
"Molly, dear. Please calm down. You'll wake up Ginny and the boys ...," Mr Weasley said, trying to calm down his hysteric wife.
"Boys? BOYS? WHAT ARE THE BOYS DOING DOWN HERE?!" Mrs Weasley shouted again as she finally realized three of her youngest sons standing pale- faced beside Harry.
The Weasley boys shuddered and Harry suddenly felt guilty. It was, after all, his fault that they were being scolded. Harry opened his mouth to tell her the truth, but Ron nudged him in the shoulder and gave him a look which obviously meant that they were used to it.
"WELL, BOYS? WHY ARE YOU DOWN HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!" Mrs Weasley screamed, shaking the whole house. (When I say that, I really mean that)
Fred bit his bottom lip, glancing around at his twin and Ron, hoping for an answer. When no answer came his way, Fred took a deep breath and opened his mouth. "Well, we were hungry and thought that Harry was sort of hungry aswell ...," Fred answered bravely, but trailed of as he heard his mum shout again.
"DON'T SMART TALK ME!!!" Mrs Weasley screamed. Mr Weasley looked like he was about to calm her down again, but thought it smarter to just leave her alone.
"B-but, mum ..., you said you wanted an answer-," Fred said stuttering. Harry thought Fred really lived up to the name Gryffindore. Even Snape wouldn't be brave enough to face Mrs Weasley when she was in this type of fit.
Mrs Weasley looked furious. Her face was red with anger and Harry thought he saw fangs instead of teeth. "THAT'S IT!!! GROUNDED!!! ALL OF YOU!!!"
Harry took a few steps back, trying to avoid the spit which came splattering everywhere. As Harry continued to step back, he accidentally bumped right into Mr Weasley. "Oh, sorry Mr Weasley," He said.
"Well that's quite alright Harry. Now, you've had a long day, eh? Go along upstairs and get a nice, long rest." Mr Weasley said, trying to speak a little louder so that his voice could be heard above Mrs Weasley horrible screams ( "WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR OLDER BROTHERS?! YOUR BEING A BAD ROLE-MODEL TO YOUR SISTER! LOOK HOW RON'S TURNED OUT!!!" )
Harry nodded quickly, glad to have an excuse to get out of the room. He practically ran up the stairs, very happy to be somewhere he liked. Once he reached the top of the stairs, a small 'Ow!,' startled him, immediately allowing him to pull out his wand. "Who's there?" Harry whispered fiercely, not the least bit frightened as he should be now that he knew nothing could kill him, other than Voldemort.
"Hey, hey ... Theres no need for that, please!" The voice said in a whisper of panic. Harry looked down at his shoes and saw a panic-stricken Ginny crouched low behind a flowerpot at the top of the stairs. "Ginny?" Harry asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Well ...," Ginny said as she stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Shouln't I be asking you the same question?"
Harry frowned. "Didn't you here your mum shouting? Practically the whole town could've heard her." He said as he shuddered at the thought of spit flying in his face ~ ofcourse he was quite used to it, seeing as he lived with the Dursley.
"Course I did. Who didn't? Nobody could've escaped her when she's in a fit like that." Ginny said, giggling. "Want me to help you to your room?" She asked.
"Oh, that's okay Ginny. I don't really have anything to carry." Harry said. "Come to think of it, I don't have anything to where for tommorow."
Ginny smiled. "Oh, that's alright. I'm sure mum and dad wouln't mind taking your clothes from those muggle relatives of your tommorow. But, for the meantime, you can put on Ron's clothes ... although it may be a little large for you ...," Ginny said, scratching her flaming red hair thoughtfully.
"That's okay. I'm sort of used to wearing large outfits." Harry said, gesturing at Dudley large blue shirt and big, faded jeans.
"Oh, nonsense." Ginny replied, and air of disgust in her voice at the thought of ugly clothes. "Your our guest, Harry. Hmm ... I'm sure Percy wouldn't mind if you borrow his clothes ... atleast for the night. Come on. I'll take you to his room."
Harry gaped at her. "You mean, Percy's back? Here? Right now?" He said as he thought of Percy's arrogance from last year. "So he actually admits it now, does he?"
Ginny nodded as she pulled Harry towards Percy's room. "Well, sure he admits it. His boss does, he should too. And, no ... he's not here. He has his own house, I think. Closer to the Ministry. But he did appologize to us a few days ago. He came and stayed for a night, but left because of Fred and George's stupid tauntings. It's not everyday their right and Percy's not."
Ginny continued to speak all the way to Percy's room. But once they arrived, she immediately ceased. Harry opened the door and was very amazed to see how neat the room was (Soo unlike Ron's room) Books were stacked neatly on the shelves, clothes were nicely hanged in the closet, quills and parchment were put neatly on the study-table and a bed was nice and tidied by the corner.
Harry was amazed at how clean the room was, almost as if the person has never left the room. Not a single object was out of place.
"Oh, well here it is Harry." Ginny said, pulling out a purple coloured sweater with a silver coloured 'P' on it. "It's pretty cold tonight." She tossed the sweater into Harry arms and yawned. "Better get to bed. Need anything, don't bother to call." And with that, she left.
Harry yawned aswell. 'I should probably get some rest too.' He thought, and closed the door to Percy's room behind him.
Hope you like! This is the longest chapter in this story. I think it's the best chap. Ok, don't forget to review! I'm in the ZONE! The faster you review, the faster the next chap is coming out! My zones comes and goes pretty fast. OK, toodles!!!