Yep, I got my book back! lol, I'm glad at least ONE person is reading this...
thanks airhead14!!
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After dinner, Ron had run straight up to his room to start packing. What had he said, just today, to Hermione about his summer? That he hadn't been further than Diagon Alley. Well, that sure was about to change. He dragged a luggage bag from his closet.
It suddenly occurred to Ron that he now had a reason to write to Hermione. Something in his stomach fluttered as he reached for the paper he had discarded on the floor before dinner.
Dear Hermione, I know I've just seen you today, but at dinner today I got some really cool news. Dad's won some sort of contest at work or something, and now we're going to Egypt to visit Bill! So much for not going past Diagon Alley this summer! Bye, Ron
Ron had hesitated on the ending. Should he write "Love," or "Love from," or simply "Your friend,"? He had finally decided on just plain "Bye,". He HAD decided that he didn't like Hermione, right?
Ron left in a hurry, bouncing down the hallway and barely noticing the warnings from the pictures hanging on the wall.
"Slow down, big boy!" a very agitated, third cousin of Ron's shouted behind him.
"You're going to trip, fall down, and break your neck!" His grandmother warned a couple frames down.
"Mum!" Ron called. "Mum, can I borrow the owl? I need to write a letter!" he entered his parents bedroom.
"Sure, Errol's in the cage." Mrs. Weasly was sitting on her bed, folding socks.
Ron took Errol back to his room and attached the letter to his leg.
"Take it to Hermione!" he said cheerfully. But then he thought, 'I should tell Harry! I wish he could go...'
And then it hit him. He didn't have to WRITE a letter to Harry about Egypt. He could just use the er, celly-tone, or uh, the felly-tone, whatever it was called...
So that's how he found himself running down the hallway to his parent's room again.
"DAD! Can I—" he glanced around, making sure that his mother was not in the room. "Can I use the er, felly-tone and call Harry? To tell him about, you know, Egypt and all..." Ron trailed off, looking hopefully at his father.
"Well, sure, I guess... I've never actually used one of those, but as I far as I understand it, all you do is press those little buttons—Harry told you which ones to press, I imagine?—then just talk into the the little handle, and he hears it all the way on Privet Drive! Just talk loudly and clearly, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell him all about the trip, Ron." Mr. Weasly beamed, handing him the small contraption on which he was apparently able to carry on a conversation with a person miles away.
"Thanks, Dad!" Ron grinned, and dashed back to his room with the delly-crone in his arms.
Excitedly, Ron carefully pressed each number in the set that Harry had given him. Then, he pressed the handle to his ear, and listened. He gave a start as a faint ringing poured through the handle.
Finally, he heard a voice on the receiving end.
"Vernon Dursley speaking." Ron's eyes widened as he heard the voice, which seemed so far away.
"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I—WANT—TO—TALK—TO—HARRY—POTTER!" Ron yelled. He wanted to make sure that Harry's uncle could hear him clearly.
"WHO IS THIS?" Vernon Dursley yelled back. Ron wondered why Muggles had made such a hard invention to talk to one another on. It may be convient enough just to dial up a number, but it sure was hard to talk to the other person.
"RON—WEASLY!" Ron yelled. He was surprised his parents hadn't come to check on him with all the noise he was creating. And then, a resounding boom occurred across the hall in the twin's bedrooms and Ron realized why nobody got on to him.
"I'M—A—FRIEND—OF—HARRY'S—FROM—SCHOOL—" Ron yelled. He wondered why Vernon Dursley just didn't hand over the found to Harry.
"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE!" Mr. Durlsey yelled, which baffled Ron. He knew that Mr. Dursley MUST be lying, but Ron had no idea why.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!" He was getting hysterical now. Then it hit Ron—maybe he shouldn't of mentioned the school. Harry once mentioned about how just the mere hint of anything magical turned his aunt and uncle a little, well, nutty.
Ron pressed the button on the reciever marked "off" and he couldn't hear the hysterical Dursley anymore.
A little bit confused, Ron dragged the phone back to his parents room.
"So, how'd it go?" Mr. Weasly wanted to know as soon as Roon walked in.
"I think...I think I did something wrong. Mr. Dursley sounded really angry when I turned off the thingy. All I did was sat that I wanted to talked to Harry, and I was a friend from school..."he trailed off.
"I guess you ought not of said anything about Hogwarts. As I understand it, his aunt and uncle don't take to kindly to do with us...but how did it sound? What was it like?" Ron's dad asked earnestly.
"It was really odd! I could barely hear him and I had to yell REALLY loud." Ron grinned, sitting on the bed.
"Well, I'll ask around my division at work about it... but I'm glad you tried...have you started packing yet?" Mr. Weasly said, suddenly reminding Ron of his abandoned bag.
"Thanks dad!" Ron said over his shoulder, taking off down the hall again.
Egypt... Ron couldn't wait!
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After dinner, Ron had run straight up to his room to start packing. What had he said, just today, to Hermione about his summer? That he hadn't been further than Diagon Alley. Well, that sure was about to change. He dragged a luggage bag from his closet.
It suddenly occurred to Ron that he now had a reason to write to Hermione. Something in his stomach fluttered as he reached for the paper he had discarded on the floor before dinner.
Dear Hermione, I know I've just seen you today, but at dinner today I got some really cool news. Dad's won some sort of contest at work or something, and now we're going to Egypt to visit Bill! So much for not going past Diagon Alley this summer! Bye, Ron
Ron had hesitated on the ending. Should he write "Love," or "Love from," or simply "Your friend,"? He had finally decided on just plain "Bye,". He HAD decided that he didn't like Hermione, right?
Ron left in a hurry, bouncing down the hallway and barely noticing the warnings from the pictures hanging on the wall.
"Slow down, big boy!" a very agitated, third cousin of Ron's shouted behind him.
"You're going to trip, fall down, and break your neck!" His grandmother warned a couple frames down.
"Mum!" Ron called. "Mum, can I borrow the owl? I need to write a letter!" he entered his parents bedroom.
"Sure, Errol's in the cage." Mrs. Weasly was sitting on her bed, folding socks.
Ron took Errol back to his room and attached the letter to his leg.
"Take it to Hermione!" he said cheerfully. But then he thought, 'I should tell Harry! I wish he could go...'
And then it hit him. He didn't have to WRITE a letter to Harry about Egypt. He could just use the er, celly-tone, or uh, the felly-tone, whatever it was called...
So that's how he found himself running down the hallway to his parent's room again.
"DAD! Can I—" he glanced around, making sure that his mother was not in the room. "Can I use the er, felly-tone and call Harry? To tell him about, you know, Egypt and all..." Ron trailed off, looking hopefully at his father.
"Well, sure, I guess... I've never actually used one of those, but as I far as I understand it, all you do is press those little buttons—Harry told you which ones to press, I imagine?—then just talk into the the little handle, and he hears it all the way on Privet Drive! Just talk loudly and clearly, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell him all about the trip, Ron." Mr. Weasly beamed, handing him the small contraption on which he was apparently able to carry on a conversation with a person miles away.
"Thanks, Dad!" Ron grinned, and dashed back to his room with the delly-crone in his arms.
Excitedly, Ron carefully pressed each number in the set that Harry had given him. Then, he pressed the handle to his ear, and listened. He gave a start as a faint ringing poured through the handle.
Finally, he heard a voice on the receiving end.
"Vernon Dursley speaking." Ron's eyes widened as he heard the voice, which seemed so far away.
"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I—WANT—TO—TALK—TO—HARRY—POTTER!" Ron yelled. He wanted to make sure that Harry's uncle could hear him clearly.
"WHO IS THIS?" Vernon Dursley yelled back. Ron wondered why Muggles had made such a hard invention to talk to one another on. It may be convient enough just to dial up a number, but it sure was hard to talk to the other person.
"RON—WEASLY!" Ron yelled. He was surprised his parents hadn't come to check on him with all the noise he was creating. And then, a resounding boom occurred across the hall in the twin's bedrooms and Ron realized why nobody got on to him.
"I'M—A—FRIEND—OF—HARRY'S—FROM—SCHOOL—" Ron yelled. He wondered why Vernon Dursley just didn't hand over the found to Harry.
"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE!" Mr. Durlsey yelled, which baffled Ron. He knew that Mr. Dursley MUST be lying, but Ron had no idea why.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!" He was getting hysterical now. Then it hit Ron—maybe he shouldn't of mentioned the school. Harry once mentioned about how just the mere hint of anything magical turned his aunt and uncle a little, well, nutty.
Ron pressed the button on the reciever marked "off" and he couldn't hear the hysterical Dursley anymore.
A little bit confused, Ron dragged the phone back to his parents room.
"So, how'd it go?" Mr. Weasly wanted to know as soon as Roon walked in.
"I think...I think I did something wrong. Mr. Dursley sounded really angry when I turned off the thingy. All I did was sat that I wanted to talked to Harry, and I was a friend from school..."he trailed off.
"I guess you ought not of said anything about Hogwarts. As I understand it, his aunt and uncle don't take to kindly to do with us...but how did it sound? What was it like?" Ron's dad asked earnestly.
"It was really odd! I could barely hear him and I had to yell REALLY loud." Ron grinned, sitting on the bed.
"Well, I'll ask around my division at work about it... but I'm glad you tried...have you started packing yet?" Mr. Weasly said, suddenly reminding Ron of his abandoned bag.
"Thanks dad!" Ron said over his shoulder, taking off down the hall again.
Egypt... Ron couldn't wait!