Chapter Six
I don't own Harry or a guy with a fiddle, so I don't own Hagrid or even Tom Riddle.
Finding out was tough for Harry but telling someone else how he felt was even harder. He sat there on the bed and thought. He pondered and mused until every last cell in his brain was tired. He laid his head down and he felt his eyes droop as he drifted of into sleep.
The next morning Harry awoke bright and early. He frantically searched through the index of the Potions book he had last year. "Flattening terrain, flirting charm, floo powder. Got it." Harry said to himself. It took him a couple of hours to conjure up his concoction but he still was finished before the Dursleys awoke. He tiptoed downstairs skipping the stair that creaked, and snuck into the lining room. He stepped into the fireplace and yelled at the top of his lungs, "THE BURROW"!
When Harry was in his second year, he did not have the best experience with floo powder. One thing about Harry Potter is, he is consistent. He hurled thru visions of fireplaces and people and fires until he came to an abrupt stop. He landed in the fireplace of the Weasleys facing the kitchen table. All of the Weasleys were silently sitting there including Percy. ( a:n in TOOTP he wasn't "getting along" ) As soon as Mrs. Weasley saw Harry, she burst into tears. Ginny, after blushing slightly at the sight of Harry, ran to comfort her mother. Mr. Weasley helped Harry up and sat him down at the table. He spoke quietly in a hushed tone, " Harry, did you not receive my letter"? He whispered.
" No Mr. Weasley I did, it's just that I had to come, you are the closest thing to my family, I had to come to be here".
Mr. Weasley was about to speak again when there was a raping at the door. He went to get it and found a disheveled Remus Lupin on the other side. "Arthur, come quickly, we think theirs been another attack, this time though, it's a muggle". He looked at Harry. " Harry you might want to come too."
A:N Sry it took me so long to update school is hectic in eighth grade! Please email me if you have any comments or suggestions but more importantly, R,R!
I don't own Harry or a guy with a fiddle, so I don't own Hagrid or even Tom Riddle.
Finding out was tough for Harry but telling someone else how he felt was even harder. He sat there on the bed and thought. He pondered and mused until every last cell in his brain was tired. He laid his head down and he felt his eyes droop as he drifted of into sleep.
The next morning Harry awoke bright and early. He frantically searched through the index of the Potions book he had last year. "Flattening terrain, flirting charm, floo powder. Got it." Harry said to himself. It took him a couple of hours to conjure up his concoction but he still was finished before the Dursleys awoke. He tiptoed downstairs skipping the stair that creaked, and snuck into the lining room. He stepped into the fireplace and yelled at the top of his lungs, "THE BURROW"!
When Harry was in his second year, he did not have the best experience with floo powder. One thing about Harry Potter is, he is consistent. He hurled thru visions of fireplaces and people and fires until he came to an abrupt stop. He landed in the fireplace of the Weasleys facing the kitchen table. All of the Weasleys were silently sitting there including Percy. ( a:n in TOOTP he wasn't "getting along" ) As soon as Mrs. Weasley saw Harry, she burst into tears. Ginny, after blushing slightly at the sight of Harry, ran to comfort her mother. Mr. Weasley helped Harry up and sat him down at the table. He spoke quietly in a hushed tone, " Harry, did you not receive my letter"? He whispered.
" No Mr. Weasley I did, it's just that I had to come, you are the closest thing to my family, I had to come to be here".
Mr. Weasley was about to speak again when there was a raping at the door. He went to get it and found a disheveled Remus Lupin on the other side. "Arthur, come quickly, we think theirs been another attack, this time though, it's a muggle". He looked at Harry. " Harry you might want to come too."
A:N Sry it took me so long to update school is hectic in eighth grade! Please email me if you have any comments or suggestions but more importantly, R,R!