Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright, I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 8: A Change of Plans
Lunch in The Leaky Cauldron was an enjoyable affair. Harry, Hermione, and Ron met up with Tonks, Moody, and Lupin. Tonks (they noticed with a hearty laugh) was wearing a very large dress that made it look like she gained well over 150 pounds below her waste.
"What are you sniggering at?" Tonks said sniffily. "This was the best dress they had there, and at only 25 galleons whilst every thing else was 150 galleons. It was a bargain I couldn't miss!"
"What if the store owner was egging you on to buy a dress that was fashionable in the Victorian times" Ron said.
Tonks was so mad she didn't talk to Ron for the rest of lunch.
Apart from that, lunch was a very joyous theme. They tucked into Tuna sandwiches, whole circles and wedges of Mozzarella and Bleu cheese, salty crisps, salads, fresh fruit, and for dessert, they started on a huge rich chocolate cake with a pudding frosting, and washed it down with never- ending mugs of Butterbeer.
Harry was ever rarely in such a gay and happy mood. Hermione was drinking a mug of Butterbeer whilst reading one of her school books. Lupin and Moody were in heated discussion on who knows what. Tonks was admiring her shopping, whilst Ron was starting on his 5th tuna sandwich, and 3rd piece of cake whilst reading one of his comics.
After an hour, with nothing else to do, everyone thought of departure. They packed up their shopping and just before they left, Moody grabbed Harry and pulled him aside.
"Harry' Moody said. "I need to speak to you about something."
"Yes?" Harry replied.
"I heard your aunt and uncle before you left saying they wouldn't accept your friends for the summer."
"Yes?"
"Dumbledore said that if the Dursleys wouldn't accept the order. I could offer you to stay with the Weasley's. We cannot threaten the Dursleys due to your Aunt's blood for protection. And we cannot offer you to say in Grimmuald Place due to meetings and... err... personal reasons I am sure. So, will you stay with the Weasley's for the remainder of the summer?"
Harry's face brightened up considerably. This meant he would stay with the only family he only knew that he truly loved. He would get to see the all of the Weasley's. Well, MOST of them. Fred and George would probably stay in Diagon Alley for their store. Percy, he had no knowledge if he and the rest were on speaking terms, Bill and Charlie were probably still working with their own jobs and Mr. Weasley would probably be swamped at work. But he'd still get to see Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.
"Yes!" Harry said excitedly "I'd love to go!"
Moody looked like he was slightly disappointed, but he smiled and nodded.
"Wait a minute!" Ron said. "Couldn't we go see Fred and George's shop before we take off?"
"We can't" Lupin said. "There was a sign that said they went out for a few days for a personal holiday."
"Damn" Ron said. "I wanted to se if I could get some stuff to trick Malfoy. "
"Now Harry,' Lupin said. "I heard Moody talking to you, we'll collect you're luggage and you'll take off for the Weasley's. Understand?"
"Yes" Harry replied.
"Excellent" Lupin said. "Ron and Hermione have already been told. So we can take off right now."
"O.K" Harry said. Draining what was left of his Butterbeer.
After paying for the lunch, they went to the Floo powder station where they bought miniature boxes of Floo powder at two Sickles a piece. They each placed a box into separate fireplaces and each in unison yelled "The Burrow!"
Harry went slashing through the green fires seeing flashes of light splashing into his eyes. The neighbouring fires he noted seeing a flash of Ron's face and a five second flash of Hermione's skirt being blown up by the wind.
Harry then stumbled on a large clod of soot and fell into just the right fireplace...on top of Hermione.
"Now Harry" a familiar voice sounded. "Are you sure you want to be seen like that?"
"A bit risqué isn't it? A second (equally familiar) voice stated.
"Especially with Hermione's skirt like that, you lecher!" a third voice said in approval.
"I always thought they would make a fine couple." Yet another voice stated in fits of laughter.
Harry noticed that he was on top of Hermione (with her skirt lifted) like a pair of lovers would be when they were having...
He quickly jumped off and crashed into the wall unto gales of laughter. Harry rose to see who the voices belonged too.
"Fred! George! Bill! Charlie!"
And there they sat. Fred and George looked like they had bought a few more bits and bobs for themselves and spread out the cheer with presents for the rest of them. Charlie was looking a good deal more aged but still kept his muscles and good looks. Bill lost some of his memorabilia (like his dragon-hide boots) and his mother and had obviously succeeded in cutting his overly lengthed hair. He now looked like a business man who had the state of his clothing fashion is second priority. He was wearing a suit, but it wasn't tucked in and it had some coffee stains.
"Harry! How are you?" Fred said. Picking Harry off the ground and dusting him off very haphazardly.
"We thought we wouldn't see you for another year!" George said, fingering with the crust of what was a chocolate crème pasty.
"Bugger that!" Bill said loudly. "Charlie and I thought we wouldn't EVER get to see you."
"Yeah" Charlie stayed semi-tiredly. "This is one of the few times of the year we get holiday."
Just then, Ron dumped out of fireplace a heap.
"Get up baby bro!" Bill said.
"Whozat" Ron mumbled. He got up and, seeing his brothers nearly fell over again.
"Bill, Char-"
"Yeah, yeah" Fred said. "We've gone thought the 'describing names in surprise' bit already."
"I thought you and George were going on holiday?" Ron said.
"Think a moment dungbrain!" George said. "THIS is our holiday!"
"Oh..." Ron said than paused for three seconds. "I knew that."
Everyone broke into fits of laughter. Even Ron laughed (weakly) after four seconds.
"So" Charlie said. "We're all here, what should we do for the day?"
"Y'know" Fred said. "I heard from one of the Muggle villager that their expecting the Balladeer today at The Gutted Fox pub. What do y'say?"
All the Weasley's men cheered wildly. Harry was clueless.
"The Gutted Fox?" Harry said. "The Balladeer?"
Fred was shocked.
"Ron" Fred said in mock sternness. "You mean to tell you haven't told Harry about our pub in FIVE YEARS?!"
"Well it never came up in conversation!" Ron said.
"All right then" George said. "You sound like we were angry at you Little Ronnie"
"Don't call me that!" Ron said angrily.
"All right, all right." George said.
Bill went over to Harry and explained.
"The Gutted Fox is an old pub that was bought by a load of the Muggle children in the village as a clubhouse. But later it evolved into a dry pub, a pub with no alcohol for the older teenagers. And every once in a while or so, The Balladeer comes to sing songs for us in the pub. And we all look forward to when he comes because he also makes this brilliant stew from meats, cheeses, and vegetables. He only comes this way when he goes south-"
"Goes south?' Harry said in complete confusion.
"The Balladeer wanders all over England playing songs in dry pubs for boarding and all the drinks he can drink." Charlie said walking over to Harry. "So now you've heard the story" Fred said approaching them as well. "What do you say?" George said walking to Harry.
One seconds pause and...
"Alright!" Harry said.
All the Weasley's hooted and cheered.
"Let's go then!" George shouted and dragging Harry along.
"Wait!"
It was Hermione.
They all paused.
"Yes?" Fred said.
"What about your Mum and Dad and Ginny?" Hermione said sternly.
All the Weasley's groaned.
"Mum and Dad are at Grimmuald Place until four in the morning and Ginny's old enough to be left here with you" Fred said impatiently.
"We're going now!" George said. "Good bye."
And they left the kitchen to a very angry Hermione.
End Chapter
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Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright, I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 8: A Change of Plans
Lunch in The Leaky Cauldron was an enjoyable affair. Harry, Hermione, and Ron met up with Tonks, Moody, and Lupin. Tonks (they noticed with a hearty laugh) was wearing a very large dress that made it look like she gained well over 150 pounds below her waste.
"What are you sniggering at?" Tonks said sniffily. "This was the best dress they had there, and at only 25 galleons whilst every thing else was 150 galleons. It was a bargain I couldn't miss!"
"What if the store owner was egging you on to buy a dress that was fashionable in the Victorian times" Ron said.
Tonks was so mad she didn't talk to Ron for the rest of lunch.
Apart from that, lunch was a very joyous theme. They tucked into Tuna sandwiches, whole circles and wedges of Mozzarella and Bleu cheese, salty crisps, salads, fresh fruit, and for dessert, they started on a huge rich chocolate cake with a pudding frosting, and washed it down with never- ending mugs of Butterbeer.
Harry was ever rarely in such a gay and happy mood. Hermione was drinking a mug of Butterbeer whilst reading one of her school books. Lupin and Moody were in heated discussion on who knows what. Tonks was admiring her shopping, whilst Ron was starting on his 5th tuna sandwich, and 3rd piece of cake whilst reading one of his comics.
After an hour, with nothing else to do, everyone thought of departure. They packed up their shopping and just before they left, Moody grabbed Harry and pulled him aside.
"Harry' Moody said. "I need to speak to you about something."
"Yes?" Harry replied.
"I heard your aunt and uncle before you left saying they wouldn't accept your friends for the summer."
"Yes?"
"Dumbledore said that if the Dursleys wouldn't accept the order. I could offer you to stay with the Weasley's. We cannot threaten the Dursleys due to your Aunt's blood for protection. And we cannot offer you to say in Grimmuald Place due to meetings and... err... personal reasons I am sure. So, will you stay with the Weasley's for the remainder of the summer?"
Harry's face brightened up considerably. This meant he would stay with the only family he only knew that he truly loved. He would get to see the all of the Weasley's. Well, MOST of them. Fred and George would probably stay in Diagon Alley for their store. Percy, he had no knowledge if he and the rest were on speaking terms, Bill and Charlie were probably still working with their own jobs and Mr. Weasley would probably be swamped at work. But he'd still get to see Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.
"Yes!" Harry said excitedly "I'd love to go!"
Moody looked like he was slightly disappointed, but he smiled and nodded.
"Wait a minute!" Ron said. "Couldn't we go see Fred and George's shop before we take off?"
"We can't" Lupin said. "There was a sign that said they went out for a few days for a personal holiday."
"Damn" Ron said. "I wanted to se if I could get some stuff to trick Malfoy. "
"Now Harry,' Lupin said. "I heard Moody talking to you, we'll collect you're luggage and you'll take off for the Weasley's. Understand?"
"Yes" Harry replied.
"Excellent" Lupin said. "Ron and Hermione have already been told. So we can take off right now."
"O.K" Harry said. Draining what was left of his Butterbeer.
After paying for the lunch, they went to the Floo powder station where they bought miniature boxes of Floo powder at two Sickles a piece. They each placed a box into separate fireplaces and each in unison yelled "The Burrow!"
Harry went slashing through the green fires seeing flashes of light splashing into his eyes. The neighbouring fires he noted seeing a flash of Ron's face and a five second flash of Hermione's skirt being blown up by the wind.
Harry then stumbled on a large clod of soot and fell into just the right fireplace...on top of Hermione.
"Now Harry" a familiar voice sounded. "Are you sure you want to be seen like that?"
"A bit risqué isn't it? A second (equally familiar) voice stated.
"Especially with Hermione's skirt like that, you lecher!" a third voice said in approval.
"I always thought they would make a fine couple." Yet another voice stated in fits of laughter.
Harry noticed that he was on top of Hermione (with her skirt lifted) like a pair of lovers would be when they were having...
He quickly jumped off and crashed into the wall unto gales of laughter. Harry rose to see who the voices belonged too.
"Fred! George! Bill! Charlie!"
And there they sat. Fred and George looked like they had bought a few more bits and bobs for themselves and spread out the cheer with presents for the rest of them. Charlie was looking a good deal more aged but still kept his muscles and good looks. Bill lost some of his memorabilia (like his dragon-hide boots) and his mother and had obviously succeeded in cutting his overly lengthed hair. He now looked like a business man who had the state of his clothing fashion is second priority. He was wearing a suit, but it wasn't tucked in and it had some coffee stains.
"Harry! How are you?" Fred said. Picking Harry off the ground and dusting him off very haphazardly.
"We thought we wouldn't see you for another year!" George said, fingering with the crust of what was a chocolate crème pasty.
"Bugger that!" Bill said loudly. "Charlie and I thought we wouldn't EVER get to see you."
"Yeah" Charlie stayed semi-tiredly. "This is one of the few times of the year we get holiday."
Just then, Ron dumped out of fireplace a heap.
"Get up baby bro!" Bill said.
"Whozat" Ron mumbled. He got up and, seeing his brothers nearly fell over again.
"Bill, Char-"
"Yeah, yeah" Fred said. "We've gone thought the 'describing names in surprise' bit already."
"I thought you and George were going on holiday?" Ron said.
"Think a moment dungbrain!" George said. "THIS is our holiday!"
"Oh..." Ron said than paused for three seconds. "I knew that."
Everyone broke into fits of laughter. Even Ron laughed (weakly) after four seconds.
"So" Charlie said. "We're all here, what should we do for the day?"
"Y'know" Fred said. "I heard from one of the Muggle villager that their expecting the Balladeer today at The Gutted Fox pub. What do y'say?"
All the Weasley's men cheered wildly. Harry was clueless.
"The Gutted Fox?" Harry said. "The Balladeer?"
Fred was shocked.
"Ron" Fred said in mock sternness. "You mean to tell you haven't told Harry about our pub in FIVE YEARS?!"
"Well it never came up in conversation!" Ron said.
"All right then" George said. "You sound like we were angry at you Little Ronnie"
"Don't call me that!" Ron said angrily.
"All right, all right." George said.
Bill went over to Harry and explained.
"The Gutted Fox is an old pub that was bought by a load of the Muggle children in the village as a clubhouse. But later it evolved into a dry pub, a pub with no alcohol for the older teenagers. And every once in a while or so, The Balladeer comes to sing songs for us in the pub. And we all look forward to when he comes because he also makes this brilliant stew from meats, cheeses, and vegetables. He only comes this way when he goes south-"
"Goes south?' Harry said in complete confusion.
"The Balladeer wanders all over England playing songs in dry pubs for boarding and all the drinks he can drink." Charlie said walking over to Harry. "So now you've heard the story" Fred said approaching them as well. "What do you say?" George said walking to Harry.
One seconds pause and...
"Alright!" Harry said.
All the Weasley's hooted and cheered.
"Let's go then!" George shouted and dragging Harry along.
"Wait!"
It was Hermione.
They all paused.
"Yes?" Fred said.
"What about your Mum and Dad and Ginny?" Hermione said sternly.
All the Weasley's groaned.
"Mum and Dad are at Grimmuald Place until four in the morning and Ginny's old enough to be left here with you" Fred said impatiently.
"We're going now!" George said. "Good bye."
And they left the kitchen to a very angry Hermione.
End Chapter
Hello again! I have very little to say since NO ONE IS REVIEWING! Please, exercise your right to viewers and REVIEW. For the sake of the Authors. Now that I've got that out of my system, Please expect longer delays because summer is nearly over and I'll be starting Marmion Academy soon. THAT is a school I like. But for those of you who are waiting for the battles will have to wait a while for them. But in the meantime, Make an Author happy and REVIEW.