Chapter 2 – A Holiday to remember!
"What are you doing here?" Harry said as he struggled to get up from the ground. "Come to get you of course," Ron replied, "Didn't you get my letter?" Harry looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.
"What letter?" Harry questioned again "The letter telling you all about this." Ron replied, trying to keep a straight face, as he watched Uncle Vernon struggling up from the ground. "Look, the only letter I got," Harry began, "Was telling me to take a walk in the garden!" "You could have been a bit less discrete, Ron," Mr Weasley said, as he spoke up for the first time, "Oh well, we're here now so I guess it doesn't matter. The point is my dear boy," He said as he stared at Harry, "Is that we thought you might like a holiday". "I am on holiday!" Harry said. "No, I mean a real holiday!" Harry stared at Mr Weasley, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, 'a real holiday'! "What? You mean one where you get on an aeroplane and fly to a different country?" Harry said, not believing what he was hearing. "What's an aeroplane?" Fred asked, looking totally lost. "Oh I know what they are," Mr Weasley said, looking very pleased with himself, "It's a sort of flying machine that Muggles use," He turned to Mr and Mrs Dursley, "You don't happen to have one, do you?" He asked eagerly. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked back at him as if he was a total loony, but neither of them said a word. "Obviously not." Mr Weasley realised, as he noticed the faces he was now getting from Harry's Aunt and Uncle! "Are we going to leave today, Dad?; or do you insist on staring at these muggles as if they're aliens?" George said, as he ushered his twin brother into the house. They came out a few minutes later carrying Harry's belongings, Hedwig's cage, and even his broomsticks, which Harry knew, the twins had had to pick the lock of the cupboard under the stairs, to get! "Well we best be off then." Mr Weasley said, tearing his eyes away from the electric fan he could see in the Dursley's conservatory. He shepherded the 4 boys towards the portkey and five seconds later they were gone, leaving a confused pair of muggles staring at the birdbath. Dudley came out of the
house and looked up at his parents. "What's up with you?" He said!
"Did you see their faces?" Ron laughed, as he sat around the table along with his 5 relatives and Harry. "Yes, I thought that quite odd," Mr Weasley said, sounding rather puzzled, "I thought my aeroplane question was perfectly clear!" The three Weasley brothers, their father and now Harry, had returned back at The Burrow, and had been met by Mrs Weasley, Ginny(the youngest of the Weasleys) and Bill(the oldest). Now the seven of them sat round the kitchen table, as Mrs Weasley made dinner. "Where are we going on holiday?" Harry blurted out suddenly; he was becoming quite excited of the idea of going on his first holiday!"
"New Zealand," Mr Weasley said, "Charlie's just started working there and he's managed to get us cheap prices. "We thought it would be a lovely idea if you and Hermione came too!" Mrs Weasley continued. "Hermione's coming too?." Harry asked, excitedly. "Oh, yes," Mrs Weasley replied, "She's going to meet us there as she's already in Spain with her parents." "I told you all this is my letter, Harry!" Ron said, looking confused.
"I think Hedwig must have dropped it or something, because I never got it!" Harry said.
"Yeh...probably." Ron agreed, though neither of them sounded too sure!
"What are you doing here?" Harry said as he struggled to get up from the ground. "Come to get you of course," Ron replied, "Didn't you get my letter?" Harry looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.
"What letter?" Harry questioned again "The letter telling you all about this." Ron replied, trying to keep a straight face, as he watched Uncle Vernon struggling up from the ground. "Look, the only letter I got," Harry began, "Was telling me to take a walk in the garden!" "You could have been a bit less discrete, Ron," Mr Weasley said, as he spoke up for the first time, "Oh well, we're here now so I guess it doesn't matter. The point is my dear boy," He said as he stared at Harry, "Is that we thought you might like a holiday". "I am on holiday!" Harry said. "No, I mean a real holiday!" Harry stared at Mr Weasley, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, 'a real holiday'! "What? You mean one where you get on an aeroplane and fly to a different country?" Harry said, not believing what he was hearing. "What's an aeroplane?" Fred asked, looking totally lost. "Oh I know what they are," Mr Weasley said, looking very pleased with himself, "It's a sort of flying machine that Muggles use," He turned to Mr and Mrs Dursley, "You don't happen to have one, do you?" He asked eagerly. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked back at him as if he was a total loony, but neither of them said a word. "Obviously not." Mr Weasley realised, as he noticed the faces he was now getting from Harry's Aunt and Uncle! "Are we going to leave today, Dad?; or do you insist on staring at these muggles as if they're aliens?" George said, as he ushered his twin brother into the house. They came out a few minutes later carrying Harry's belongings, Hedwig's cage, and even his broomsticks, which Harry knew, the twins had had to pick the lock of the cupboard under the stairs, to get! "Well we best be off then." Mr Weasley said, tearing his eyes away from the electric fan he could see in the Dursley's conservatory. He shepherded the 4 boys towards the portkey and five seconds later they were gone, leaving a confused pair of muggles staring at the birdbath. Dudley came out of the
house and looked up at his parents. "What's up with you?" He said!
"Did you see their faces?" Ron laughed, as he sat around the table along with his 5 relatives and Harry. "Yes, I thought that quite odd," Mr Weasley said, sounding rather puzzled, "I thought my aeroplane question was perfectly clear!" The three Weasley brothers, their father and now Harry, had returned back at The Burrow, and had been met by Mrs Weasley, Ginny(the youngest of the Weasleys) and Bill(the oldest). Now the seven of them sat round the kitchen table, as Mrs Weasley made dinner. "Where are we going on holiday?" Harry blurted out suddenly; he was becoming quite excited of the idea of going on his first holiday!"
"New Zealand," Mr Weasley said, "Charlie's just started working there and he's managed to get us cheap prices. "We thought it would be a lovely idea if you and Hermione came too!" Mrs Weasley continued. "Hermione's coming too?." Harry asked, excitedly. "Oh, yes," Mrs Weasley replied, "She's going to meet us there as she's already in Spain with her parents." "I told you all this is my letter, Harry!" Ron said, looking confused.
"I think Hedwig must have dropped it or something, because I never got it!" Harry said.
"Yeh...probably." Ron agreed, though neither of them sounded too sure!