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issues. Well, here we go.
Chapter 3- The Reunion
Sirius got to his feat and surveyed the area. He was standing on a sandy wasteland. A few
blue desert plants spotted the horizon. Sirius also noticed something strange about the landscape.
There were small holes, only about a foot in diameter, dotting the space in front of a small one-story
shack. Harry was hugging the red-headed wizard.
"Ronald Weasley," Harry said. "How long has it been?"
"Near four years I reckon."
"That's write. It was at Professor Moody's funeral."
"No, no, no," a second voice chimed in. It was a medium height witch with brown bushy
hair. She was carrying five spell books. Sirius saw the spine that read , "Basic Defensive Magic,
Level Three by Remus J. Lupin." Level three? Was Sirius handle such an advanced course? "It was
at Bellatrix Lestrange's sentencing. You know, when she got the...kiss." The witch shuttered.
"Hermione, the dementors have been on our side for awhile. Like you said fear of a name
only increases fear of the thing itself," Harry said in a mimic-know-it-all-voice. But it was all in
good humor.
"I know, but those were scary times," said Hermione. Now, who's this. She nodded toward
Sirius.
"This is our son Sirius, we sent you his baby pictures," Cho said.
After the group said their hello's, Harry and Cho told the story of how the Death Eaters
attacked their house and of their narrow escape. Then, a tall wizard wearing horn-rimmed glasses
whose red hair, unlike Ron's, sat tidily on his head, opened the door to the small shack. He was
followed by a chubbier wizard with protruding buck teeth and four children, no older than Sirius.
One of the red headed boys and a brown haired girl ran over to Ron.
"These are mine," Ron announced proudly. "Godric there is twelve and Molly's eleven."
"I see Godric got the Weasley hair," said Harry.
"Yup, he's my boy." Harry never saw Ron so happy.
Now whose are these?" Cho gestured towards the other two children.
"That's Sam. Mine and Ginny's. He'll be twelve in January." The chubby wizard pointed to
a brown haired boy. He didn't look his age. He was rather small, and Sirius was easily one or two
heads taller than him.
"That's Arthur He's mine. He'll be eleven in October." said the wizard with the glasses. "
Alicia is playing Ireland so she'll be coming later."
"Percy, I didn't know you were coming," Harry said to the bespectacled wizard. Of course,
he knew it was Fred.
"Ha, ha, ha," said Fred sarcastically. "I hate these damn things...sorry kids...I told George
twenty fireworks was enough, but Nooooo." Fred was going into a rant. "Who would listen to me."
Ron whispered to Harry, "The flash went off and he hasn't saw right since.
"Where is George?" asked Cho.
"Someone had to watch the store. With the term starting at Hogwarts, kids are stoking up. It
wouldn't be moral to deny the children what are forefathers worked so hard to achieve." Fred was
back to his usual self. He must have gotten everything off his chest.
"What forefathers? What is he talking about?" Hermione was very concerned with
Historical accuracy, part of the reason why she was teaching History of Magic.
"Who cares what he's talking about. Lets go in for some fire whiskey," said Ron. " And
some butter beer for the kids," he corrected catching Hermione's reproachful glance.
They all walked to the door of the shack and Ron stopped. "I had a special charm be put on
the door. You need a password to enter and I don't want the kids to know incase...." Ron didn't
finish his sentence. He didn't want to scare the children who didn't know how much the Potter
family was wanted by the Dark Lord and how ruthless the Death Eaters are. Ron continued, "So,"
he pointed his wand at his throat, "Quietus." Nothing seemed to happen to Ron physically, but when
he talked, noone heard him. He muttered something to the door and it flung open. Ron mutter
something else inaudibly and his voice returned. "Well, lets go in."
issues. Well, here we go.
Chapter 3- The Reunion
Sirius got to his feat and surveyed the area. He was standing on a sandy wasteland. A few
blue desert plants spotted the horizon. Sirius also noticed something strange about the landscape.
There were small holes, only about a foot in diameter, dotting the space in front of a small one-story
shack. Harry was hugging the red-headed wizard.
"Ronald Weasley," Harry said. "How long has it been?"
"Near four years I reckon."
"That's write. It was at Professor Moody's funeral."
"No, no, no," a second voice chimed in. It was a medium height witch with brown bushy
hair. She was carrying five spell books. Sirius saw the spine that read , "Basic Defensive Magic,
Level Three by Remus J. Lupin." Level three? Was Sirius handle such an advanced course? "It was
at Bellatrix Lestrange's sentencing. You know, when she got the...kiss." The witch shuttered.
"Hermione, the dementors have been on our side for awhile. Like you said fear of a name
only increases fear of the thing itself," Harry said in a mimic-know-it-all-voice. But it was all in
good humor.
"I know, but those were scary times," said Hermione. Now, who's this. She nodded toward
Sirius.
"This is our son Sirius, we sent you his baby pictures," Cho said.
After the group said their hello's, Harry and Cho told the story of how the Death Eaters
attacked their house and of their narrow escape. Then, a tall wizard wearing horn-rimmed glasses
whose red hair, unlike Ron's, sat tidily on his head, opened the door to the small shack. He was
followed by a chubbier wizard with protruding buck teeth and four children, no older than Sirius.
One of the red headed boys and a brown haired girl ran over to Ron.
"These are mine," Ron announced proudly. "Godric there is twelve and Molly's eleven."
"I see Godric got the Weasley hair," said Harry.
"Yup, he's my boy." Harry never saw Ron so happy.
Now whose are these?" Cho gestured towards the other two children.
"That's Sam. Mine and Ginny's. He'll be twelve in January." The chubby wizard pointed to
a brown haired boy. He didn't look his age. He was rather small, and Sirius was easily one or two
heads taller than him.
"That's Arthur He's mine. He'll be eleven in October." said the wizard with the glasses. "
Alicia is playing Ireland so she'll be coming later."
"Percy, I didn't know you were coming," Harry said to the bespectacled wizard. Of course,
he knew it was Fred.
"Ha, ha, ha," said Fred sarcastically. "I hate these damn things...sorry kids...I told George
twenty fireworks was enough, but Nooooo." Fred was going into a rant. "Who would listen to me."
Ron whispered to Harry, "The flash went off and he hasn't saw right since.
"Where is George?" asked Cho.
"Someone had to watch the store. With the term starting at Hogwarts, kids are stoking up. It
wouldn't be moral to deny the children what are forefathers worked so hard to achieve." Fred was
back to his usual self. He must have gotten everything off his chest.
"What forefathers? What is he talking about?" Hermione was very concerned with
Historical accuracy, part of the reason why she was teaching History of Magic.
"Who cares what he's talking about. Lets go in for some fire whiskey," said Ron. " And
some butter beer for the kids," he corrected catching Hermione's reproachful glance.
They all walked to the door of the shack and Ron stopped. "I had a special charm be put on
the door. You need a password to enter and I don't want the kids to know incase...." Ron didn't
finish his sentence. He didn't want to scare the children who didn't know how much the Potter
family was wanted by the Dark Lord and how ruthless the Death Eaters are. Ron continued, "So,"
he pointed his wand at his throat, "Quietus." Nothing seemed to happen to Ron physically, but when
he talked, noone heard him. He muttered something to the door and it flung open. Ron mutter
something else inaudibly and his voice returned. "Well, lets go in."