A/N: Thanks to the reviewers, I really do appreciate it.
Uenki- I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean..
Nikki- To be honest, I hate the pairing of Ron/Hermione. I'm a huge Harry/Hermione shipper so, don't expect me to write Ron/Hermione shipping fics.
Larna- Thanks!!
Chapter 3: To the Burrow
The week dragged on to what Harry seemed like ages. Finally, the 12th of August came, the day he'd see Ron and Hermione and all the Weasley's again. Harry came downstairs that morning quite cheerful. Uncle Vernon gave him a look.
"What are you cheerful for?" he grunted.
"Easy, I get to leave here today," Harry said simply. Vernon put down his paper.
"And I supposed you were just going to leave without permission, weren't you?" he snapped. Aunt Petunia quickly came over.
"It's alright Vernon dear, I gave him permission," she said hurriedly. Vernon looked up at his wife, then back to Harry.
"Where is it that you're going?" he asked.
"Quidditch Cup, you know that sport they play with broom-" Harry started, enjoying the way his uncle's face got paler as he began to say broomsticks.
"Don't speak of that sort of rubbish in my household. Who're you going with?" Vernon growled.
"The Weasleys, I believe you met them two years ago?" Harry said, starting to smirk. Before Harry's fourth year, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron had tried to come get him through Floo Powder. Since the Dursley's had boarded up the fireplace, it had turned into a fiasco, ending with Dudley having a six foot long tongue.
"That...family? I hope you've told them to go the normal way, and NOT through the fireplace," Vernon said quickly glancing at the boarded up fireplace as if someone was about to come blasting through it.
"Don't worry, Ron's Mum, Mrs. Weasley's coming, she understands Mug- I mean, you more. She promised she'd come by car," Harry informed him. Uncle Vernon snorted and turned back to his paper.
"Oh, very well then. What time will they be here?" he asked.
"Five, which gives you-" Harry looked at his watch, that read 11:00. "Six hours. That should be enough," he added. Uncle Vernon nodded once to show he understood and was silent. Harry turned back to his bowl of cereal and began to eat it, almost bursting with anticipation to get out of that house. Not that he didn't mind his aunt as much after what she'd told him last week, but it hadn't changed the way his uncle and cousin had treated him.
The six hours seemed to drag on forever. Harry spent most of it in his room, reading and rereading "Quidditch Through The Ages", which Hermione'd given him for his birthday. Finally, his watch beeped, signalling it was 5:00 finally. Harry quickly stood up, made sure he'd packed everything and turned to Hedwig.
"I'm going to let you go on ahead," he said, stroking her white feathers. Hedwig hooted, her amber eyes locking with his emerald ones.
"The Burrow Hedwig, you know where it is" Harry said. Hedwig nipped his finger with affection and took off, soaring through the empty window. Harry watched her disappear then jumped to hear the doorbell ring.
"POTTER!" he heard Uncle Vernon bellow. Harry grabbed his trunk and empty owl cage, quickly looked around the room and brought his things downstairs. Uncle Vernon opened the door to find Mrs. Weasley, wearing normal Muggle clothing beaming at him.
"Alright Harry dear?" she asked, giving him a hug.
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley," he told her. She smiled.
"I brought along some friends," she said, and with that Harry was almost knocked over by a girl with bushy brown hair.
"Oh Harry it's so good to see you again!" Hermione said, squeezing him tightly. Harry hugged her back.
"Good to see you too Hermione," he said, giving her one more quick squeeze before letting go. He noticed a faint pink tinge on Hermione's cheeks, and felt his own start to heat up.
"Harry, good to see you mate," Ron said, clapping his friend on the back.
"You too Ron, blimey you must've grown another inch," Harry said, noticing his best friend had grown taller.
"Well, you grew too Harry. Must be nearly 6 feet," Ron told him with a laugh. It was true, Harry himself had noticed a growth spurt in himself.
"5'11'' actually," he told Ron. Hermione smiled.
"Look at you two, I feel so short now," she said with a fake pout. Harry laughed and patted her on the head.
"Don't worry, it's natual," he said. Aunt Petunia came in from the kitchen and got a good look at Mrs. Weasley.
"Molly? Molly Prewett?" Aunt Petunia asked quietly. The two looked at each other, then embraced.
"Mum..what?" Ron asked.
"Oh sorry dear, I was a friend and a mentor to her sister Lily at school, and was to Petunia her first year as well. I was quite good friends with the two of them," Mrs. Weasley told him.
"It's been so long since I saw you Molly! How many children now?" Petunia asked.
"Oh, seven. Bill's the oldest works for Gringotts, Charlie he works with dragons in Romania, Percy-" Mrs. Weasley took a sharp intake of breath.
"Well, let's just say we haven't spoken in a while. Fred and George are twins, they work in Diagon Alley, then Ron here and my youngest Ginny's at home," she told her. Petunia nodded.
"And your husband made Minister of Magic?" she asked. Mrs. Weasley beamed.
"That he did. We're all so proud of him. Got to redecorate the Burrow a bit too. It's absolutely wonderful," she said happily. Harry smiled, he hadn't seen Mrs. Weasley that happy in a long time.
"Well, Harry, we'd best be off. I made sure Bill and Charlie kept supper hot," Mrs. Weasley said. She levitated Harry's belongings out to the car and they got in: Ron in the front seat and Harry and Hermione in the back.
"Have a nice summer so far Harry?" Hermione asked him as Mrs. Weasley began to drive. Harry shrugged.
"Found out Aunt Petunia's a squib, the usual tortures from Uncle Vernon.." he began but Ron cut her off.
"Your aunts a squib? No wonder she knew you Mum," he exclaimed. Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"Of course we knew each other. I knew her through Lily, she was a lovely person..until she had to leave Hogwarts. Poor thing, hated magic and anything and anyone to do with it. That's probably why she was so dreadful to you dear. Seems to have come to her senses with You-Know-Who back and all," she told them.
"Yeah, she told me before she went to a meeting with Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
"Oh yes I remember Arthur telling me about that. Oh dear...well, why not? Everybody hold on," Mrs. Weasley said, nearing a long line of traffic. She jabbed at a silver button and the car, along with its occupants. Harry then felt himself being lifted and realized the car was flying.
"I thought we...well, we.." Harry started.
"Oh Arthur got a new one earlier this year and its much improved, let me tell you," Mrs. Weasley's voice said. They flew across the English countryside before landing in front of the burrow. Harry smiled at the sight of the house.
"It's great to be back Mrs. Weasley," he said as the four of them got out. Bill came out to meet them.
"About time Mum. We've got supper ready. Here Harry I'll take those," Bill said as he levitated Harry's things and carried them to the house. Harry walked into the house to be greeted by Ginny and the twins.
"Hey Harry!" Ginny said, kissing him on the cheek. Fred and George clapped Harry on the back.
"Harry good to see you," they said in unison.
"Hey Fred, George, Ginny. Joke shop going alright?" Harry asked them.
"Brilliantly Harry and it's all thanks to you. When we get back from the Cup we have to show you around," Fred told him.
"You can do that when they all go to get their school things," Mrs. Weasley said, coming in. The back door opened and Mr. Weasley came in.
"Harry! Good you're here. Got a busy morning tommorrow, luckily not as early," he said with a laugh. The last time they'd gone to a Quidditch Cup, they had been woken up around four in the morning.
"Well come on you lot. Let's go outside and eat," Mrs. Weasley said, ushering them all towards the backyard, where three tables were groaning under Mrs. Weasley's famous cooking: turkey, chicken, pork, beans, potatoes, salad, more than enough to last awhile. Once they'd finished dinner, Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and in came desserts like treacle tart, eclairs, ice cream, and so much more. Harry and the others ate until their stomachs could not bear to hold anymore.
"Mrs. Weasley, this was wonderful," Hermione told her, daintily dabbing a napkin to her lips. The others murmured in agreement. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"Well off to bed with you all, you've got quite a day ahead of you," she said. The trio and the rest of the Weasley clan made their way to their seperate bedrooms. Only Harry and Hermione stayed back to help Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh no go on you two! You need your sleep," Mrs. Weasley told them. The two glanced at each other and they made their way back to the house. On the landing that they seperated, they turned to each other, somewhat more awkward that normal.
"Well, night Harry," Hermione said. She reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek and made her way down the hallway.
"Night Hermione," Harry said, barely above the whisper. He gently touched the place she'd kissed him and made his way up to Ron's room. Ron smirked as Harry came in.
"Harry, do you fancy dear old Hermione?" he asked him.
"What? N-no," Harry said, a bit too quickly.
"Oh come off it Harry you couldn't keep your EYES off her tonight. I'm not stupid," Ron told him. Harry turned red.
"We-ell, I don't know. See, I think I do, but I don't know," he said. Ron nodded.
"Well, night Harry," he said lying down.
"Night...wait, who do you fancy?" he asked. There was no answer from Ron, but a great fake snore answered him.
"Damn you Weasley," Harry said with a chuckle before removing his glasses and settling in for the night.
Please R/R!!
Uenki- I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean..
Nikki- To be honest, I hate the pairing of Ron/Hermione. I'm a huge Harry/Hermione shipper so, don't expect me to write Ron/Hermione shipping fics.
Larna- Thanks!!
Chapter 3: To the Burrow
The week dragged on to what Harry seemed like ages. Finally, the 12th of August came, the day he'd see Ron and Hermione and all the Weasley's again. Harry came downstairs that morning quite cheerful. Uncle Vernon gave him a look.
"What are you cheerful for?" he grunted.
"Easy, I get to leave here today," Harry said simply. Vernon put down his paper.
"And I supposed you were just going to leave without permission, weren't you?" he snapped. Aunt Petunia quickly came over.
"It's alright Vernon dear, I gave him permission," she said hurriedly. Vernon looked up at his wife, then back to Harry.
"Where is it that you're going?" he asked.
"Quidditch Cup, you know that sport they play with broom-" Harry started, enjoying the way his uncle's face got paler as he began to say broomsticks.
"Don't speak of that sort of rubbish in my household. Who're you going with?" Vernon growled.
"The Weasleys, I believe you met them two years ago?" Harry said, starting to smirk. Before Harry's fourth year, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron had tried to come get him through Floo Powder. Since the Dursley's had boarded up the fireplace, it had turned into a fiasco, ending with Dudley having a six foot long tongue.
"That...family? I hope you've told them to go the normal way, and NOT through the fireplace," Vernon said quickly glancing at the boarded up fireplace as if someone was about to come blasting through it.
"Don't worry, Ron's Mum, Mrs. Weasley's coming, she understands Mug- I mean, you more. She promised she'd come by car," Harry informed him. Uncle Vernon snorted and turned back to his paper.
"Oh, very well then. What time will they be here?" he asked.
"Five, which gives you-" Harry looked at his watch, that read 11:00. "Six hours. That should be enough," he added. Uncle Vernon nodded once to show he understood and was silent. Harry turned back to his bowl of cereal and began to eat it, almost bursting with anticipation to get out of that house. Not that he didn't mind his aunt as much after what she'd told him last week, but it hadn't changed the way his uncle and cousin had treated him.
The six hours seemed to drag on forever. Harry spent most of it in his room, reading and rereading "Quidditch Through The Ages", which Hermione'd given him for his birthday. Finally, his watch beeped, signalling it was 5:00 finally. Harry quickly stood up, made sure he'd packed everything and turned to Hedwig.
"I'm going to let you go on ahead," he said, stroking her white feathers. Hedwig hooted, her amber eyes locking with his emerald ones.
"The Burrow Hedwig, you know where it is" Harry said. Hedwig nipped his finger with affection and took off, soaring through the empty window. Harry watched her disappear then jumped to hear the doorbell ring.
"POTTER!" he heard Uncle Vernon bellow. Harry grabbed his trunk and empty owl cage, quickly looked around the room and brought his things downstairs. Uncle Vernon opened the door to find Mrs. Weasley, wearing normal Muggle clothing beaming at him.
"Alright Harry dear?" she asked, giving him a hug.
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley," he told her. She smiled.
"I brought along some friends," she said, and with that Harry was almost knocked over by a girl with bushy brown hair.
"Oh Harry it's so good to see you again!" Hermione said, squeezing him tightly. Harry hugged her back.
"Good to see you too Hermione," he said, giving her one more quick squeeze before letting go. He noticed a faint pink tinge on Hermione's cheeks, and felt his own start to heat up.
"Harry, good to see you mate," Ron said, clapping his friend on the back.
"You too Ron, blimey you must've grown another inch," Harry said, noticing his best friend had grown taller.
"Well, you grew too Harry. Must be nearly 6 feet," Ron told him with a laugh. It was true, Harry himself had noticed a growth spurt in himself.
"5'11'' actually," he told Ron. Hermione smiled.
"Look at you two, I feel so short now," she said with a fake pout. Harry laughed and patted her on the head.
"Don't worry, it's natual," he said. Aunt Petunia came in from the kitchen and got a good look at Mrs. Weasley.
"Molly? Molly Prewett?" Aunt Petunia asked quietly. The two looked at each other, then embraced.
"Mum..what?" Ron asked.
"Oh sorry dear, I was a friend and a mentor to her sister Lily at school, and was to Petunia her first year as well. I was quite good friends with the two of them," Mrs. Weasley told him.
"It's been so long since I saw you Molly! How many children now?" Petunia asked.
"Oh, seven. Bill's the oldest works for Gringotts, Charlie he works with dragons in Romania, Percy-" Mrs. Weasley took a sharp intake of breath.
"Well, let's just say we haven't spoken in a while. Fred and George are twins, they work in Diagon Alley, then Ron here and my youngest Ginny's at home," she told her. Petunia nodded.
"And your husband made Minister of Magic?" she asked. Mrs. Weasley beamed.
"That he did. We're all so proud of him. Got to redecorate the Burrow a bit too. It's absolutely wonderful," she said happily. Harry smiled, he hadn't seen Mrs. Weasley that happy in a long time.
"Well, Harry, we'd best be off. I made sure Bill and Charlie kept supper hot," Mrs. Weasley said. She levitated Harry's belongings out to the car and they got in: Ron in the front seat and Harry and Hermione in the back.
"Have a nice summer so far Harry?" Hermione asked him as Mrs. Weasley began to drive. Harry shrugged.
"Found out Aunt Petunia's a squib, the usual tortures from Uncle Vernon.." he began but Ron cut her off.
"Your aunts a squib? No wonder she knew you Mum," he exclaimed. Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"Of course we knew each other. I knew her through Lily, she was a lovely person..until she had to leave Hogwarts. Poor thing, hated magic and anything and anyone to do with it. That's probably why she was so dreadful to you dear. Seems to have come to her senses with You-Know-Who back and all," she told them.
"Yeah, she told me before she went to a meeting with Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
"Oh yes I remember Arthur telling me about that. Oh dear...well, why not? Everybody hold on," Mrs. Weasley said, nearing a long line of traffic. She jabbed at a silver button and the car, along with its occupants. Harry then felt himself being lifted and realized the car was flying.
"I thought we...well, we.." Harry started.
"Oh Arthur got a new one earlier this year and its much improved, let me tell you," Mrs. Weasley's voice said. They flew across the English countryside before landing in front of the burrow. Harry smiled at the sight of the house.
"It's great to be back Mrs. Weasley," he said as the four of them got out. Bill came out to meet them.
"About time Mum. We've got supper ready. Here Harry I'll take those," Bill said as he levitated Harry's things and carried them to the house. Harry walked into the house to be greeted by Ginny and the twins.
"Hey Harry!" Ginny said, kissing him on the cheek. Fred and George clapped Harry on the back.
"Harry good to see you," they said in unison.
"Hey Fred, George, Ginny. Joke shop going alright?" Harry asked them.
"Brilliantly Harry and it's all thanks to you. When we get back from the Cup we have to show you around," Fred told him.
"You can do that when they all go to get their school things," Mrs. Weasley said, coming in. The back door opened and Mr. Weasley came in.
"Harry! Good you're here. Got a busy morning tommorrow, luckily not as early," he said with a laugh. The last time they'd gone to a Quidditch Cup, they had been woken up around four in the morning.
"Well come on you lot. Let's go outside and eat," Mrs. Weasley said, ushering them all towards the backyard, where three tables were groaning under Mrs. Weasley's famous cooking: turkey, chicken, pork, beans, potatoes, salad, more than enough to last awhile. Once they'd finished dinner, Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and in came desserts like treacle tart, eclairs, ice cream, and so much more. Harry and the others ate until their stomachs could not bear to hold anymore.
"Mrs. Weasley, this was wonderful," Hermione told her, daintily dabbing a napkin to her lips. The others murmured in agreement. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
"Well off to bed with you all, you've got quite a day ahead of you," she said. The trio and the rest of the Weasley clan made their way to their seperate bedrooms. Only Harry and Hermione stayed back to help Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh no go on you two! You need your sleep," Mrs. Weasley told them. The two glanced at each other and they made their way back to the house. On the landing that they seperated, they turned to each other, somewhat more awkward that normal.
"Well, night Harry," Hermione said. She reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek and made her way down the hallway.
"Night Hermione," Harry said, barely above the whisper. He gently touched the place she'd kissed him and made his way up to Ron's room. Ron smirked as Harry came in.
"Harry, do you fancy dear old Hermione?" he asked him.
"What? N-no," Harry said, a bit too quickly.
"Oh come off it Harry you couldn't keep your EYES off her tonight. I'm not stupid," Ron told him. Harry turned red.
"We-ell, I don't know. See, I think I do, but I don't know," he said. Ron nodded.
"Well, night Harry," he said lying down.
"Night...wait, who do you fancy?" he asked. There was no answer from Ron, but a great fake snore answered him.
"Damn you Weasley," Harry said with a chuckle before removing his glasses and settling in for the night.
Please R/R!!