Sixth Year Surprises
by:
Rose-Of-Red
Disclaimer: The only things I own in this story are the characters Jean and Jane Potter, and Flowers. I also own the restaurant Mondo's, which appears later on in the story. And without further ado, I present to you:
Chapter 1
Percy was one of the happiest men alive. His eyes showed this as he slipped the thin gold band onto his long time girlfriend's finger.
"You may now kiss the bride," the preacher said, looking at the beaming couple.
As Percy and Penelope kissed, Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. Mr. Weasley handed her a handkerchief and then pulled another from his pocket for himself.
Jean and Jane Potter clung to one another as their mother's casket was gently lowered into the ground. They sobbed quietly together. Their Aunt Kara walked over to them and enveloped them in a huge bear hug. They slumped against her and cried harder than they ever had before.
"Hurry up! We've got a lot to be done today and tomorrow," said Mrs. Weasley.
"I know your phone number at the hotel," George said with an evil grin.
"What? How?" spluttered Percy.
"Oh, shut up, you great prat. You, of all people, should know that we have our ways," said Fred.
"Mrs. Weasley, could we stop by the library tomorrow?" Harry asked.
Ron shot Harry a strange perplexed look.
"I want to see if they have any saved newspaper clippings of Mum and Dad's deaths," Harry explained.
"Can I help, Harry? I'll understand if you don't want me to. It is rather personal," Hermione said, "But I would be glad to help."
"Sure," Harry said, glad he wouldn't be alone.
"Wait! I forgot. There's a comic book sale this week! I can look at those while you two do your thing," Ron said.
"Go figure," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Rise and shine, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, opening the blinds. Harry mumbled something incoherent. "Come on, Harry. We've a full day today."
"Okay. I'm up," he said and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Mrs. Weasley ran downstairs as a huge explosion rocked the house. Harry rolled out of the bed. He walked over to his closet and pulled jeans and a T-shirt from their hangers. He walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. He stepped out and shook his head, water droplets flying everywhere. A soft knock on the door startled Harry.
"Yes?" he said, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Are you decent?" Hermione asked from the other side of the door.
"Yes," he said.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"I guess," Harry said and unlocked the door.
Hermione opened the door and grabbed her hairbrush from the counter.
"Thanks," she said and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Harry dressed quickly and went back to Ron's room. He looked at his disheveled bed. The sheets and blankets had been thrown to the floor. He picked them up with a sigh, wishing that he could stop his reoccurring nightmares. He began to make the bed.
"What's taking you so long?" Hermione asked from behind him.
"Oh. I threw the blankets and stuff on the floor last night," Harry said, "Nightmares."
"I'm sorry," Hermione said, pulling the last wrinkle from the comforter.
"There's nothing you could have done," Harry said softly. He turned. "C'mon let's get some breakfast."
Hermione smiled, "I've all ready eaten. Mrs. Weasley made muffins."
"Okay then. Let's get me some breakfast," Harry said, smiling at Hermione.
They walked companionably down the kitchen. It was empty except for Mrs. Weasley.
"There are muffins you can eat," she said, slightly distracted due to a loud series of bangs from the twins' room.
"Morning all," Ron said, entering the kitchen.
"Ron, get Percy and Penelope, will you? They are going to miss their plane if they don't hurry," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Let me get a muffin," Ron said, beginning towards them.
"Now," Mrs. Weasley said.
"All right, all right. I'm going," Ron said and left the kitchen.
BANG BANG BANG
"The house is falling down!" Ginny shrieked, sliding into the kitchen in her stocking feet.
Harry laughed softly, "No. I think the twins are just creating."
"Hey, Jane," Jean said, "Do you think we'll need dress robes at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah. They are on the supply list," Jane said distractedly, looking frantically for her other sneaker. "Have you seen my other sneak?"
"Sure have," Jean said.
"Where? Do you remember?" Jane asked.
"It's on your foot, sweetie," Jean said, laughing.
"Oh!" Jane said.
The doorbell rang, startling both of the red haired twins.
"Where's the time gone?" asked Jane, picking up her heavy suitcase and lighter duffel bag.
"I have no idea," Jean replied, grabbing her suitcase as well.
They walked down to the front door together slowly, taking a long look at their home that they would never see again.
"I'm gonna miss this place," Jean said. She pulled open the door, revealing their aunt on the front doorstep.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hey, Aunt Kara," said Jean said.
Jane gave her a hug. "Let's go. I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to. Each second I'm here, I get more attached to this place." said Jane.
The trio walked down to the car and Kara opened the trunk for them. They tossed in their suitcases and both twins hopped into the car. Kara climbed in after them and started the car. Jane looked back for one last glimpse of her old home.
"Don't look back. It's bad luck," said Kara.
"Okay," Jane said and turned back to the front windshield.
"Let's go!" Jean yelled and they started their long drive to the airport.
"All right, Mum! Penny and I are coming!" Percy yelled, running down the stairs and almost tripping over his own feet. Penelope was no more than a second behind him, carrying both suitcases.
"What took you so long?" demanded Mrs. Weasley.
"I'm sorry. We couldn't find our tickets and naturally they were right under our noses on the dresser," Penelope said, handing one suitcase to Percy. He took it and she picked up a muffin for both of them.
"GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW IF YOU ARE GOING TO THE TRAIN STATION OR THE AIRPORT!" screamed Mrs. Weasley, nearly deafening Harry who was standing next to her. Moments later the whole family was assembled in the kitchen.
"People who are riding with me, put your bag in the trunk of the Ford. We are going to the airport. People who are riding with Molly put your bag in the Chevy. You are going to the train station," Mr. Weasley said loudly, "You are responsible for your own bag or bags."
Immediately, there was a mad scramble to get luggage. A few minutes later, both cars contained the correct luggage and both started off on their separate ways.
There is your revised Chapter 1! I hope you liked it better than my first attempt at it. I do, if that counts for anything. Please, leave me a review or email me or IM me. Whatever you want to do. Also, please check out my original stuff at www.fictionpress.com I write under the name Tell-Me-Anything-But-The-Truth . Especially my fantasy story Across Boundaries. Thanx much!
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