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Oh, yeah. Before I forget, I'm VERY sorry! I know I said I was 'In the
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The days passed since Harry had first arrived at The Burrow. On the second day of he's visit, the Weasleys had brought him to the Dursleys so he could take he's clothes (Dudley hid behind Aunt Petunia, scared stiff of Fred and George) On the third day, Mr and Mrs Weasley ordered the twins to take Harry, Ron, and Ginny out for ice-cream in Diagon Alley and on the fourth day Mr Weasley took a day off just to have a picnic with his family and Harry.
The Weasleys all seemed very nice to Harry (Not that they weren't nice before). they all seemed to be paying extra attention to him and whenever Harry looked sad and down, the Weasleys would take him off somewhere. Harry was very grateful for the Weasleys help, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed that he couldn't be left on he's own.
"Well, Arthur... just got news from the Order. Theres an urgent meeting... Dumbledore wants us all there as soon as possible!" Mrs Weasly cried on the fifth day of Harry's presence at The Burrow.
Mr Weasley's happy smile suddenly turned into a worried frown. He glanced at Harry, a look of panic showed clearly upon his face. "Umm... Molly...," Mr Weasley stammered, trying to push his wife away from the teenagers. "Maybe... maybe we should move over to the kitchen...,"
Mrs Weasley nodded vigourously, taking a quick glance at Harry as well.
Once Mr and Mrs Weasley were out of the living room, each of the Weasley children kept giving Harry little worried looks when they thought he wasn't looking. It was driving Harry mad.
"Alright!" Harry shouted after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. "You can quit staring at me like I'm some crasy lunatic! I appreciate your care and hospitality and all, but just... LEAVE ME SOME TIME ALONE!!!" With that, he stormed into Ron's room.
"Oh, no...," Ron muttered to himself, his eyes wide.
Fred nodded, his eyes wide aswell. "You said it, little brother... Harry's hit the coop...,"
"Yes, that too... but he's in my room!" Ron squeeked. "If he's mad... he can really throw a tantrum!!! My poor room!!!"
The twins and Ginny rolled their eyes, annoyed with Ron's stupid antics.
* * *
Harry sighed, looking lazily at the ceiling. He could see Sirius' handsome face (Eh? Is it?) smiling back at him. Harry closed his eyes tightly with frustration. 'I shouldn't have been too hard on them... They were only trying to help...,' Said a tiny voice in his head.
Harry's thoughts quickly turned back to Sirius. "Sirius...," Harry murmured to himself before drifting to sleep. Dreaming of his beloved godfather and the times they had, or could've had with each other.
"No!!" Harry shouted after a few hours of sleep. He scratched his head, making his messy hair even more messier. 'Ugh... Voldemort was trying too trick me again...,' Harry thought as he remembered his dream. He had dreamed about Sirius being alive, that Sirius's death being the couse of Dumbledore. Harry had remembered seeing some type of glowing stone on the desk of Dumbledore's office. The stone was so beautiful... so enchanting... so mesmerizing... it was as though the stone was calling for Harry... calling for Harry to let it out...
"Ugh...," Harry groaned, shaking his head with frustration. "I need some air...," Harry muttered, getting out of the bed and making his way out the room.
Once Harry was downstairs, he completely forgot why he came down in the first place (I know it makes no sense... but whatever!). 'Oh, yeah. I needed some air...,' Harry remembered as he made his way outside.
"Hey, Harry!" George hollered, startling Harry (Harry thought they were still a little pissed out about Harry shouting before).
"Hi, George," Harry answered, once he found out where George was calling from.
George smiled, lowering his broom down to the ground. Harry gaped at him.
"Y-you... that's a Nova 900!" Harry choked out in surprise as he stared at the magnificent new broom George was sitting on.
George smiled. "Yup!" He said. "Me and Fred each got one!" George patted his broom with pride. The handle of the broom seemed so straight and perfect. Not a curb or rough edge in sight! The bristles of the broom looked sharp and great for zooming thru the air. The Nova 900 was as light as a feather and as fast as the wind.
"Yeah!" Fred added in, lowering himself right beside his twin. "You don't need too look so surprised, Harry. That Firebolt you got beats ours by thirty-five percent!"
Harry grinned at the two red-heads sheepishly. "Sure... but the Nova 900 is the closest thing to the Firebolt. You guys must've emptied your whole earnings! I sure know I couldn't have afforded it...," He said, still staring at the Nova 900s' in admiration.
Fred smirked. "Well, my dear Potter... that's where you're wrong!" He said happily. "With all that business our joke-shop's getting, we'd have the money to buy three Firebolts!"
George nodded. "Yeah. We just decided to buy these instead to save money... if you know what I mean," He said, grinning smugly. Brushing some invisible dirt from the tip of his broom.
Harry who couldn't help but grin back, heard a shout of surprise from he's friend Ron.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, sticking he's wand out, just incase anything dangerous might have happened. Harry had become very alert when it comes to danger.
"It's... It's Hermione!!!" Ron shouted with glee, his face shining happily. Harry smiled as well. "Hermione's here? Where?" Harry asked, running quickly towards his friend.
"In the living room!" Ron said excitedly. "Come on, mate! She'll be waiting for us!"
Harry smiled. 'Is it me, or is Ron a little over excited about this?' Harry wondered to himself. He quickly let go of the thought and rushed into the house after Ron.
"Hi, 'Mione," Ron said, tryin to act casual once he met Hermione. "You... look... different...,"
And Ron was very much correct. Hermione, who used to have very horrible bushy hair, now had soft elegant curls. She was also wearing a nice pink jumper and a pair of fitting jeans that made her pretty petite form visible.
"Hi, Ron! Hi, Harry!" Hermione said happily, giving each Ron and Harry a hug (Making Ron blush a bright shade of pink). "It's so great to see you two again! I missed you so much!"
Ron blushed, fidgeting with he's sleeves. "T-thanks... Hermione...," He said, trying to sound casual and keep he's cool. Harry grinned beside Ron. "Nice to see you, Hermione!" Harry said. "Nice hair, by the way,"
Hermione smiled shyly, her cheeks glowing pink. "Thanks, Harry," She answered. "Umm... you look v-very... h-handsome...," Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.
This time it was Harry's turn too blush. He turned his head towards Ron, surprised to see him (Ron) with a frown on his face. "Umm...," Harry said, uncertain of what he should do. "What're you here for anyways, Hermione? Weren't you supposed to be visiting Krum?" Wrong sentence! Harry gulped and took a quick glance at Ron who was looking dead angry at him.
Hermione looked sour as well right after Harry had mentioned Krum's name. "I-it's... Krum... uhh. Can we just talk about something... something else?" She asked quickly. Harry started to get suspicious with Hermione. Her cheeks turned a strange shade of pink and she cast her eyes down towards the floor. Harry made a mental note that he would keep a close eye on Hermione.
Ron nodded, agreeing with Hermione that they should change the topic. "Alright then," He said, smiling at Hermione, "Shall we have some tea, then?" Harry didn't answer. It was clear that the question was meant for Hermione.
Hermione smiled sweetly at Ron, only to make the red-head blush even brighter. Harry turned away from his two friends, not wanting them to see how jealous he was. "Come on, Harry," Hermione said, smiling sweetly at him as she made her way to the dining room. "Don't you want some tea?"
Harry shook his head no. Although he DID want some tea and some time together with Hermione, he was very sure that Ron wouldn't like it if he joined in. After all, three IS a crowd. He gave Hermione a fake smile. "Naah...," He lied. "I'm a little tired... I could use some rest...,"
Harry made his way upstairs to Ron's room, careful not to blow his act. As much as he cared and respected Ron, he sometimes felt like strangling the young male Weasley. Once Harry entered Ron's room he immediately plopped down on the bed and groaned. How he wished he was in the dining room with his friends and having fun. But nooo... he was forced to stay in the room doing absolutely NOTHING by himself! If the Weasleys was trying to make him feel happy and forget about Sirius, this certainly wasn't the way!
Harry lay on the bed for what felt like hours (But was actually only 43 minutes). He found himself constantly wondering when Ron and Hermione be done with their bloody tea. Suddenly, a soft knock was heard from the bedroom door.
"Come in...," Harry said lazily, addressing the person who knocked. The door slowly creaked open. "Hey, Harry...," A voice said gently. Harry sat up, trying to flatten down his extremely messy hair. "Hey, Hermione!" Harry replied, trying to sound cheerful to his female best friend. Hermione smiled and walked closer towards the bed (Harry was on the bed). "I've got some cinnamon buns for you. I knew you'd like them...," She said, handing Harry three buns on a plate.
Harry took a bight out of the bun and licked his lips tastefully. "Hmm." He said, his mouth stuffed with the bun. "So (He gulped down the bun), how was your tea?" He asked, though he really didn't want to know the answer unless it was a negative answer.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at her best friend (Harry). "Your asking me as if I'm on a date." She said, still looking at him with a raised brow. Harry tore his gaze from the buns and stared fixedly at Hermione.
"Y-you...," Hermione stammered, eyeing Harry suspiciously, "...You thought I was D-DATING Ron...?"
Harry stared at her blankly, "Weren't you?" He asked bluntly.
Hermione shook her head furiously. "No! No...," She said, a laugh escaping her lips, "What ever made you think THAT?"
Harry blushed. He felt both embarrassed (He was very sure they were dating), and relieved (Though he did not know why). "Umm." He muttered, "N- no reason...,"
Hermione giggled. "Want a round of Exploding Snap, Harry?" She asked cheerfully.
Harry nodded happily. He felt glad he could spend some time with Hermione. He was also glad he could spend time with her alone...
TADA! Hope you like it! Oooo... Harry's developing feelings for Hermione! Oooo... Oh, Lily and James will come some time around chapters 10-18? I don't know. Just review! PLEASE!!!
The days passed since Harry had first arrived at The Burrow. On the second day of he's visit, the Weasleys had brought him to the Dursleys so he could take he's clothes (Dudley hid behind Aunt Petunia, scared stiff of Fred and George) On the third day, Mr and Mrs Weasley ordered the twins to take Harry, Ron, and Ginny out for ice-cream in Diagon Alley and on the fourth day Mr Weasley took a day off just to have a picnic with his family and Harry.
The Weasleys all seemed very nice to Harry (Not that they weren't nice before). they all seemed to be paying extra attention to him and whenever Harry looked sad and down, the Weasleys would take him off somewhere. Harry was very grateful for the Weasleys help, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed that he couldn't be left on he's own.
"Well, Arthur... just got news from the Order. Theres an urgent meeting... Dumbledore wants us all there as soon as possible!" Mrs Weasly cried on the fifth day of Harry's presence at The Burrow.
Mr Weasley's happy smile suddenly turned into a worried frown. He glanced at Harry, a look of panic showed clearly upon his face. "Umm... Molly...," Mr Weasley stammered, trying to push his wife away from the teenagers. "Maybe... maybe we should move over to the kitchen...,"
Mrs Weasley nodded vigourously, taking a quick glance at Harry as well.
Once Mr and Mrs Weasley were out of the living room, each of the Weasley children kept giving Harry little worried looks when they thought he wasn't looking. It was driving Harry mad.
"Alright!" Harry shouted after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. "You can quit staring at me like I'm some crasy lunatic! I appreciate your care and hospitality and all, but just... LEAVE ME SOME TIME ALONE!!!" With that, he stormed into Ron's room.
"Oh, no...," Ron muttered to himself, his eyes wide.
Fred nodded, his eyes wide aswell. "You said it, little brother... Harry's hit the coop...,"
"Yes, that too... but he's in my room!" Ron squeeked. "If he's mad... he can really throw a tantrum!!! My poor room!!!"
The twins and Ginny rolled their eyes, annoyed with Ron's stupid antics.
* * *
Harry sighed, looking lazily at the ceiling. He could see Sirius' handsome face (Eh? Is it?) smiling back at him. Harry closed his eyes tightly with frustration. 'I shouldn't have been too hard on them... They were only trying to help...,' Said a tiny voice in his head.
Harry's thoughts quickly turned back to Sirius. "Sirius...," Harry murmured to himself before drifting to sleep. Dreaming of his beloved godfather and the times they had, or could've had with each other.
"No!!" Harry shouted after a few hours of sleep. He scratched his head, making his messy hair even more messier. 'Ugh... Voldemort was trying too trick me again...,' Harry thought as he remembered his dream. He had dreamed about Sirius being alive, that Sirius's death being the couse of Dumbledore. Harry had remembered seeing some type of glowing stone on the desk of Dumbledore's office. The stone was so beautiful... so enchanting... so mesmerizing... it was as though the stone was calling for Harry... calling for Harry to let it out...
"Ugh...," Harry groaned, shaking his head with frustration. "I need some air...," Harry muttered, getting out of the bed and making his way out the room.
Once Harry was downstairs, he completely forgot why he came down in the first place (I know it makes no sense... but whatever!). 'Oh, yeah. I needed some air...,' Harry remembered as he made his way outside.
"Hey, Harry!" George hollered, startling Harry (Harry thought they were still a little pissed out about Harry shouting before).
"Hi, George," Harry answered, once he found out where George was calling from.
George smiled, lowering his broom down to the ground. Harry gaped at him.
"Y-you... that's a Nova 900!" Harry choked out in surprise as he stared at the magnificent new broom George was sitting on.
George smiled. "Yup!" He said. "Me and Fred each got one!" George patted his broom with pride. The handle of the broom seemed so straight and perfect. Not a curb or rough edge in sight! The bristles of the broom looked sharp and great for zooming thru the air. The Nova 900 was as light as a feather and as fast as the wind.
"Yeah!" Fred added in, lowering himself right beside his twin. "You don't need too look so surprised, Harry. That Firebolt you got beats ours by thirty-five percent!"
Harry grinned at the two red-heads sheepishly. "Sure... but the Nova 900 is the closest thing to the Firebolt. You guys must've emptied your whole earnings! I sure know I couldn't have afforded it...," He said, still staring at the Nova 900s' in admiration.
Fred smirked. "Well, my dear Potter... that's where you're wrong!" He said happily. "With all that business our joke-shop's getting, we'd have the money to buy three Firebolts!"
George nodded. "Yeah. We just decided to buy these instead to save money... if you know what I mean," He said, grinning smugly. Brushing some invisible dirt from the tip of his broom.
Harry who couldn't help but grin back, heard a shout of surprise from he's friend Ron.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked, sticking he's wand out, just incase anything dangerous might have happened. Harry had become very alert when it comes to danger.
"It's... It's Hermione!!!" Ron shouted with glee, his face shining happily. Harry smiled as well. "Hermione's here? Where?" Harry asked, running quickly towards his friend.
"In the living room!" Ron said excitedly. "Come on, mate! She'll be waiting for us!"
Harry smiled. 'Is it me, or is Ron a little over excited about this?' Harry wondered to himself. He quickly let go of the thought and rushed into the house after Ron.
"Hi, 'Mione," Ron said, tryin to act casual once he met Hermione. "You... look... different...,"
And Ron was very much correct. Hermione, who used to have very horrible bushy hair, now had soft elegant curls. She was also wearing a nice pink jumper and a pair of fitting jeans that made her pretty petite form visible.
"Hi, Ron! Hi, Harry!" Hermione said happily, giving each Ron and Harry a hug (Making Ron blush a bright shade of pink). "It's so great to see you two again! I missed you so much!"
Ron blushed, fidgeting with he's sleeves. "T-thanks... Hermione...," He said, trying to sound casual and keep he's cool. Harry grinned beside Ron. "Nice to see you, Hermione!" Harry said. "Nice hair, by the way,"
Hermione smiled shyly, her cheeks glowing pink. "Thanks, Harry," She answered. "Umm... you look v-very... h-handsome...," Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.
This time it was Harry's turn too blush. He turned his head towards Ron, surprised to see him (Ron) with a frown on his face. "Umm...," Harry said, uncertain of what he should do. "What're you here for anyways, Hermione? Weren't you supposed to be visiting Krum?" Wrong sentence! Harry gulped and took a quick glance at Ron who was looking dead angry at him.
Hermione looked sour as well right after Harry had mentioned Krum's name. "I-it's... Krum... uhh. Can we just talk about something... something else?" She asked quickly. Harry started to get suspicious with Hermione. Her cheeks turned a strange shade of pink and she cast her eyes down towards the floor. Harry made a mental note that he would keep a close eye on Hermione.
Ron nodded, agreeing with Hermione that they should change the topic. "Alright then," He said, smiling at Hermione, "Shall we have some tea, then?" Harry didn't answer. It was clear that the question was meant for Hermione.
Hermione smiled sweetly at Ron, only to make the red-head blush even brighter. Harry turned away from his two friends, not wanting them to see how jealous he was. "Come on, Harry," Hermione said, smiling sweetly at him as she made her way to the dining room. "Don't you want some tea?"
Harry shook his head no. Although he DID want some tea and some time together with Hermione, he was very sure that Ron wouldn't like it if he joined in. After all, three IS a crowd. He gave Hermione a fake smile. "Naah...," He lied. "I'm a little tired... I could use some rest...,"
Harry made his way upstairs to Ron's room, careful not to blow his act. As much as he cared and respected Ron, he sometimes felt like strangling the young male Weasley. Once Harry entered Ron's room he immediately plopped down on the bed and groaned. How he wished he was in the dining room with his friends and having fun. But nooo... he was forced to stay in the room doing absolutely NOTHING by himself! If the Weasleys was trying to make him feel happy and forget about Sirius, this certainly wasn't the way!
Harry lay on the bed for what felt like hours (But was actually only 43 minutes). He found himself constantly wondering when Ron and Hermione be done with their bloody tea. Suddenly, a soft knock was heard from the bedroom door.
"Come in...," Harry said lazily, addressing the person who knocked. The door slowly creaked open. "Hey, Harry...," A voice said gently. Harry sat up, trying to flatten down his extremely messy hair. "Hey, Hermione!" Harry replied, trying to sound cheerful to his female best friend. Hermione smiled and walked closer towards the bed (Harry was on the bed). "I've got some cinnamon buns for you. I knew you'd like them...," She said, handing Harry three buns on a plate.
Harry took a bight out of the bun and licked his lips tastefully. "Hmm." He said, his mouth stuffed with the bun. "So (He gulped down the bun), how was your tea?" He asked, though he really didn't want to know the answer unless it was a negative answer.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at her best friend (Harry). "Your asking me as if I'm on a date." She said, still looking at him with a raised brow. Harry tore his gaze from the buns and stared fixedly at Hermione.
"Y-you...," Hermione stammered, eyeing Harry suspiciously, "...You thought I was D-DATING Ron...?"
Harry stared at her blankly, "Weren't you?" He asked bluntly.
Hermione shook her head furiously. "No! No...," She said, a laugh escaping her lips, "What ever made you think THAT?"
Harry blushed. He felt both embarrassed (He was very sure they were dating), and relieved (Though he did not know why). "Umm." He muttered, "N- no reason...,"
Hermione giggled. "Want a round of Exploding Snap, Harry?" She asked cheerfully.
Harry nodded happily. He felt glad he could spend some time with Hermione. He was also glad he could spend time with her alone...
TADA! Hope you like it! Oooo... Harry's developing feelings for Hermione! Oooo... Oh, Lily and James will come some time around chapters 10-18? I don't know. Just review! PLEASE!!!