DisclaimerI don't own any of these characters. The characters and setting came from the great mind of J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 5:
Today was the day. Harry was coming. Ron's Father left an half hour ago and was going to drive there. He could only guarantee that Harry would be there by lunch. Ron and Hermione talked or thought of nothing else than Harry all Friday and Saturday morning.
" I hope he's alright. I just have this feeling that he's not." Hermione said to Ron as they sat eating breakfast.
"He's fine Hermione. Stop worrying so much. Your making ME nervous." Ron said rolling his eyes then returning to his meal.
There was silence for a long time till Ginny came stomping down the steps. "What's the matter with you to?" Neither replied to Ginny's question. "Look Harry is fine. Stop worrying yourselves over him so much." Ginny sat down and poured herself some cereal. "I know, how about a game of Quidditch after breakfast.....till..till Harry gets here?" Ron nodded his head and continued to eat.
Mr. Weasley's car pulled into the driveway of Number 4 Privet Drive and Harry quickly stuffed his things, that he still had out, into his trunk. He heard a knock on the door downstairs and knew that the Dursley's greatly appreciated this NORMAL way of coming to a house. He stuffed the bag of weed into his inner jacket pocket and ran into Dudley's room where Dudley yelled at him to come in and shut the door fast before the smoke or smell got into the rest of the house.
"Hey Dudley, you got that Lysol? My room smells really strong. You can get high just walking into there." Harry said laughing. Dudley flung himself over his bed and grabbed a can of Lysol that sat next to his bed.
"Bring it back man."
"Thanks." Harry ran and quickly sprayed down his room and took the can back to Dudley. "Umm Mr. Weasley is here. I'm leaving man."
At this Dudley stopped sucking on the joint he had in his hand and looked at Harry. "Your leaving now? But.... Its Saturday already?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah man its Saturday. I'll owl you though. I mean if you want me to that is."
"Absolutely. I have always been curious about what you did at those wizarding peoples house."
"Really? You always seemed scared anytime I mentioned it." Harry said.
"At first I was. I mean you know how my parents are. They sort of boar that fear into me when I was growing up. I got used to it though and now... It just seems really cool and really unfair all at the same time. I mean you get to have fun and use magic and I get to hit people with a fucking stick man. It was cool at first, but now its just babyish." Dudley pointed to his shmelting stick that sat getting dusty in a corner.
"HARRY!!! GET DOWN HERE!!!!! WEASLEY IS HERE!!!!!!!!!" Came Uncle Vernon's voice from downstairs.
"well I have to go okay? I'll owl you later okay?" Harry said to the now sulking Dudley Dursley.
"Yeah yeah man. Just go before my dad has a heart attack."
Harry ran down the stairs with his trunk in tow and his cage riding on top of it. He had sent Hedwig ahead to the Weasley's this morning. She should be there waiting for him. Mr. Weasley stood next to a very angry Mr. Dursley who looked, like Dudley said, like he was going to have a heart attack.
"Oh Harry I'll get that for you." Mr.Weasley said levitating Harry's Trunk. He sat it down by the front door.
After a quick goodbye to the Dursley's and the house. Mr. Weasley and Harry placed the trunk in the trunk of the car and set off for the Burrow. The only house he ever felt he fully fit into....until now. Bye Dudley.
They pulled into the driveway of the burrow that day around lunch and Harry was quickly attacked by Mrs. Weasley and Hermione's Death grip hugs.
"Oh its so good to see you Harry"
"Are you alright Harry, You don't look like you have eaten hardly at all. Have those Dursley's been starving you again?" Mrs. Weasley said looking Harry up and down.
"No Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine."
"Okay dear but lets get some food in that stomach of yours." Mrs. Weasley said pulling Harry into the kitchen where she had sandwich's all made and sitting on a plate. After Harry sat and started eating she hollered out the door for the rest to come in.
In a minute Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley all sat around the table eating sandwiches and talking. Mostly to and about Harry.
"So Harry is that Dudley fellow still bothering you?" Mr. Weasley said in between bites.
"No, not really Mr. Weasley. We get along pretty well now. We have something in common now is all." Harry smiled at this and everyone stopped and looked at him.
"What? What do you guys have in common?"Hermione asked and everyone continued to look at him waiting for an answer to her question.
"Well ummm.. we.... we both like sports. I told him about playing Quidditch and he told me about this game he plays called Cricket. Sounds brutal." Luckily this seemed to satisfy There wonders. He hated to lie to these people. They were his best friends, his true family. But he couldn't just tell them the truth. At this he began thinking about what he would say if he told them the truth.
'Well we are both stoners. We get high together a lot and his best friend is the one who gives the weed to us.' He mentally laughed at this.
That night they all played Quidditch together and Harry forgot all about everything. About Sirius, about Dudley and Pier, about what lay in his jacket upstairs in Ron's room. He only thought about Quidditch. Ginny was getting really good at the game and Hermione...well Hermione wasn't hurting anyone anymore. This was a big step for her.
After a few comforting hours of this game, Mrs. Weasley called them in for dinner. Dinner was filled with more unnerving questions tossed Harry's way. After they were finished Mrs. Weasley shooed them all off to bed. Everyone went there separate ways. Harry layed in his bed that night for what felt like an eternity to him, waiting. When it finally appeared Ron had fallen asleep he got up, still fully dressed put on his jacket and walked out of the room.
Once outside he went to the farthest part of the Weasley land and sat behind a fence on the cold earth. He rolled a joint and lit it with a lighter that Dudley had given him before he left. He had been waiting for this since dinner. He took a long drag on the joint and heard a noise behind him. 'Move' the voice said in his head. And he did. He ducked behind the fence and crept along at a silent run till he got a great distance away from where he was. He finished off this joint and decided to head inside before he was caught.
"Harry!!" said a voice from behind him. He froze in place and then slowly turned to see a frowning Hermione standing there. "What are you doing out here?"
"Ummm.... I was just taking a walk is all. Wanted to get some fresh air." Harry said after racking his brain for a better excuse but he couldn't think of one. The stuff Pier gave him was good stuff and worked fast at clearing your mind.
"Well come on its cold out here. Your going to get sick." Hermione said leading him inside.
She went to her room and he went to his. This night was a very close call. Did she see him smoking? No she couldn't have. He was very careful. 'If you were very careful she wouldn't have saw you in the first place would she have?' said the voice in his head. Now he was worried.
