Chapter Twenty of Oh, What Will The New Year Bring?
Sunday.... Two months and many dates later. Harry went grocery shopping this rainy April Sunday evening, arriving back at his flat at around eight.
"OH SHIT! NO! NO! NO!" He grabbed the rubbish bags he'd just bought and started to cover his things from the rain seeping through his tiled ceiling. Also he grabbed his pots, pans, and his rubbish bins (after emptying the contents) to catch water from the waterfall like leaks. He ran around covering his things, unplugging his electrical appliances and cursing like a madman. He packed a quick overnight bag, rang his landlord on the telephone, all as tiles fell down upon his head.
Next he flooed Ron, to see about stashing his things, called Neville, to see about bunking at his and Liz's place and finally his girlfriend, Hermione, whom he'd hoped by this time would be home. But of course he got the machine at her parents' house, "Hi Hermione, it's Harry, I'm crashing at Neville's, since my ceiling is coming down on me, I'll try again later, love you."
Around an hour later, close to or after eleven p.m. "Ah, how sweet, come here darling, listen to this."
"He has a disaster and still calls," laughed Jack Granger, after listening to Harry's message.
Hermione arrives home, her parent's house, at eleven-thirty p.m. Wondering why she ever agreed to dinner with Lavender and Parvati.
"Any messages?" she asks her parents, presently curled up on the sofa, watching the telly.
"Yes," her father says matter of fact with a grin, "Harry called."
"When? When?" Hermione lit up.
Jack laughed, "It's on the machine, he called to tell you he's staying at Neville's."
"Why? Did something happen?" Hermione cut in.
"I'm getting to that munchkin. He's staying at there because his ceiling is leaking. Also said he'll call back and he loves you."
"Thanks Dad, Goodnight. I'm going to try at Neville's before I go to bed, night, love you both Mum, Dad."
"Goodnight, love you too, sweetie," her parents replied.
As soon as she got upstairs the telephone rang in her room. She picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hermione!"
"Harry, are you okay?" she asked breathlessly.
"I'm fine, how was your dinner with your former dorm mates?" he asked sardonically.
"Oh. Just Peachy. Still as gossipy as ever, did you know there both interning at the Daily Prophet"
"Expecting a new Skeeter?"
"I hope they don't tear us up like she did. Though she did end up caught by me in a jar," Hermione ended proudly.
"And there not Anamagi."
"And you taught them defense, they owe you not to drag you through the mud."
"Thank Merlin, two reporters who won't drag me through the mud. Never thought I'd see the day! Especially after fifth year," laughter rang through both sides of the line.
"But you showed them."
"For sure and they about faced after Fudge fled."
"What are you going to do now Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Talk to you, then go to sleep," Harry replied never losing his humorous tones.
"No, Harry, about your leaking flat?"
"Oh, that! Get everything out and live out of a laundry basket."
"Harry!"
"What?"
"Where are you going to live?"
"Well, Nev and Liz said I could spend a few nights here, other wise, I'll drift along."
"Harry! You could stay here, you know."
"If I get really desperate, meaning I willingly accept your parents watching my every move, I'll accept you offer. Otherwise, I'm thinking of bunking it at Fred and George's, they offered before I moved into my flat or rather my lake. I just have to make sure there offer still stands."
"You've really thought ahead haven't you?"
"Oh, yeah; Kidding, it's just whatever crazy scheme pops up next!"
"Your hopeless, and where did you get the idea of my parents castrating you or something?"
"The way Mr. and Mrs. Weasley act towards Dean. When he comes 'round with Ginny."
"Not everyone's parents are like that."
"Really? I wouldn't know."
"Harry!" Yawn.
"I think it may be time to say goodnight."
"Alright then, goodnight, Harry, I love you."
"I love you too, goodnight."
And both lines clicked off.
Hello, sorry for taking so long to post, wrote this a few weeks ago, and haven't gotten any farther. The flooding apartment, living out of a laundry basket, (and backpack-ME) etc is me since the third week of April, when the roof of my apartment started to rain down on me with the rain. So now you know why I haven't been posting. Oh and a question, will you all kill me, if I jump, say, 2 years into the future? Because that's the next idea I have that will lead to some good ideas, conflicting characters etc. Please review, for your homeless wandering fic writer.
Sunday.... Two months and many dates later. Harry went grocery shopping this rainy April Sunday evening, arriving back at his flat at around eight.
"OH SHIT! NO! NO! NO!" He grabbed the rubbish bags he'd just bought and started to cover his things from the rain seeping through his tiled ceiling. Also he grabbed his pots, pans, and his rubbish bins (after emptying the contents) to catch water from the waterfall like leaks. He ran around covering his things, unplugging his electrical appliances and cursing like a madman. He packed a quick overnight bag, rang his landlord on the telephone, all as tiles fell down upon his head.
Next he flooed Ron, to see about stashing his things, called Neville, to see about bunking at his and Liz's place and finally his girlfriend, Hermione, whom he'd hoped by this time would be home. But of course he got the machine at her parents' house, "Hi Hermione, it's Harry, I'm crashing at Neville's, since my ceiling is coming down on me, I'll try again later, love you."
Around an hour later, close to or after eleven p.m. "Ah, how sweet, come here darling, listen to this."
"He has a disaster and still calls," laughed Jack Granger, after listening to Harry's message.
Hermione arrives home, her parent's house, at eleven-thirty p.m. Wondering why she ever agreed to dinner with Lavender and Parvati.
"Any messages?" she asks her parents, presently curled up on the sofa, watching the telly.
"Yes," her father says matter of fact with a grin, "Harry called."
"When? When?" Hermione lit up.
Jack laughed, "It's on the machine, he called to tell you he's staying at Neville's."
"Why? Did something happen?" Hermione cut in.
"I'm getting to that munchkin. He's staying at there because his ceiling is leaking. Also said he'll call back and he loves you."
"Thanks Dad, Goodnight. I'm going to try at Neville's before I go to bed, night, love you both Mum, Dad."
"Goodnight, love you too, sweetie," her parents replied.
As soon as she got upstairs the telephone rang in her room. She picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hermione!"
"Harry, are you okay?" she asked breathlessly.
"I'm fine, how was your dinner with your former dorm mates?" he asked sardonically.
"Oh. Just Peachy. Still as gossipy as ever, did you know there both interning at the Daily Prophet"
"Expecting a new Skeeter?"
"I hope they don't tear us up like she did. Though she did end up caught by me in a jar," Hermione ended proudly.
"And there not Anamagi."
"And you taught them defense, they owe you not to drag you through the mud."
"Thank Merlin, two reporters who won't drag me through the mud. Never thought I'd see the day! Especially after fifth year," laughter rang through both sides of the line.
"But you showed them."
"For sure and they about faced after Fudge fled."
"What are you going to do now Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Talk to you, then go to sleep," Harry replied never losing his humorous tones.
"No, Harry, about your leaking flat?"
"Oh, that! Get everything out and live out of a laundry basket."
"Harry!"
"What?"
"Where are you going to live?"
"Well, Nev and Liz said I could spend a few nights here, other wise, I'll drift along."
"Harry! You could stay here, you know."
"If I get really desperate, meaning I willingly accept your parents watching my every move, I'll accept you offer. Otherwise, I'm thinking of bunking it at Fred and George's, they offered before I moved into my flat or rather my lake. I just have to make sure there offer still stands."
"You've really thought ahead haven't you?"
"Oh, yeah; Kidding, it's just whatever crazy scheme pops up next!"
"Your hopeless, and where did you get the idea of my parents castrating you or something?"
"The way Mr. and Mrs. Weasley act towards Dean. When he comes 'round with Ginny."
"Not everyone's parents are like that."
"Really? I wouldn't know."
"Harry!" Yawn.
"I think it may be time to say goodnight."
"Alright then, goodnight, Harry, I love you."
"I love you too, goodnight."
And both lines clicked off.
Hello, sorry for taking so long to post, wrote this a few weeks ago, and haven't gotten any farther. The flooding apartment, living out of a laundry basket, (and backpack-ME) etc is me since the third week of April, when the roof of my apartment started to rain down on me with the rain. So now you know why I haven't been posting. Oh and a question, will you all kill me, if I jump, say, 2 years into the future? Because that's the next idea I have that will lead to some good ideas, conflicting characters etc. Please review, for your homeless wandering fic writer.