A/N - Wow, looks like my first fanfiction is a hit hehe, anyways thank you for the reviews...and if you haven;t yet reviewed...REVIEW it really helps me out. Another short chapter, i decided to add a bit more excitment since well...the next chapters would have been AWFULLY boring if i didn't add anything.
DISCLAIMER: Like usual...i own NOTHING!
Chapter 4
"Dinner!" Shouted Mrs. Weasley.
After Harry's argument with Ron he thought it was best if kept his mouth shut downstairs. He began to sit down when he heard a little cough. He looked up and saw Ron giving him a cold gaze. Harry looked around and Ron looked at the person next to him...it was Ginny. Harry sat down, Hermione felt the tension between everyone. "So, what should we do tomorrow?" asked Hermione, breaking the awkward silence. Harry just shrugged. Ron kept eating and Ginny began to play with her food. "Oh for crying out loud, what is wrong with all of you," puzzled Hermione. "Nothing," lied Harry, as he took a bite of his Potato. The remainder of the dinner was quite quiet. The only voices to be heard were Mrs. Weasley chatting with Percy at the far end of the table, and Fred and George planning new products for there joke shop.
After dinner, Hermione and Ron went to bed early. Harry decided to stay in the living room, he brought down the photo album is Grandmother gave him. He did not tell Ron or Hermione about the presents that he received yet, thought he should wait till everyone calmed down. He began to flip through the pages looking at each of them carefully. He began to laugh when he saw a picture of, Lupin, Sirius, Wormtail and his Father all making some crazy faces.
They must have been really good friends. thought Harry.
Harry looked up at the sound of creaks, he turned and saw someone coming down the steps, it was Ron. "Harry, i think should er...talk," Ron muttered as he tipped toed into the living room. Harry closed the album and placed it beside him, "Yes we should," agreed Harry. Ron took a breath and sat next to him, "I am sorry for acting -" Ron began. "Like a bloody git?" snarled Harry. "You could say that, it's just, she IS my little sister and i have to protect her. You understand don't you mate?" mumbled Ron. Harry nodded, "Of course i do," "Right...i am ok if you fancy Ginny," Ron said. Harry grinned as he placed the album on his lap. "Whats that?" queried Ron. "Oh, well this was one of my birthday presents, from my grandmother, she also gave me...my mum's wand," muttered Harry. "What's in the album?" Ron asked. "Oh um, my parents wedding," Harry said sadly. "Oh, we should get to bed," suggested Ron, changing the subject quickly. Harry nodded and him and Ron headed upstairs for bed. Harry slipped into is pajama's trying to not think of anything, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning there letters arrived on things they would be needing for 6th year.
"Looks like we are going to have a little trip Diagon Alley," smiled Mrs. Weasley. Harry found it odd that no one was at all worried about Lord Voldemort, or pestering him to see if he was ok, since his God Father did die over a month ago. Harry thought it was best to let it go, as he got changed into some Jeans and a faded T-Shirt. He tucked his wand in his pocket, just incase, never could be to careful.
When Harry got downstairs, was a young women with long purple hair. "Tonks will be joining us on our little outing," Mrs. Weasley said smiling. Ron was yawning as he wondered down the stairs a few minutes later, just about to step on the bottom step he tripped and tumbled onto the floor. "Ow!" he yelped as is started rubbed his head. Tonks giggled, "Your becoming worst then me you know that Ron?" Ron gave her a sharp stare, then started laughing, "No, i can never be worst then you." Hermione and Ginny joined the group 15 minutes later. "About bloody time!" sighed Ron. "Ron watch your language," nagged Hermione. "What are you my mother? Now lets go!" growled Ron. "Hrumph," Hermione hissed as they all crowded around the fireplace. "All right, lets get going. I will go first," chirped Mrs. Weasley. She took out her wand and muttered a few words, a huge green flame grew. She grabbed a handful of a powder and shouted loudly as she through the powder in to the fireplace, "Diagon Alley!" She disappeared into the fire. Hermione was next, then Ginny and the Ron. Harry got ready, he adjusted his glasses and dropped the powder, "Diagon Alley!"
He was used to this, he tucked his arms in and closed his eyes. He began to spin faster and faster and finally he stopped. Slightly dizzy he waddled out and saw Ron Hermione and Ginny standing out side waiting. Tonks followed as she appeared from the fireplace behind Harry.
Harry pulled out the crumbled paper, "We should get our books first." The group went to Flourish and Blotts, "We would like the following books," said Mrs. Weasley Impatiently. She gave the man two sets of lists, "Three sets of books from this list, and one from the other," she commanded. The man at the counter began to stutter, "Yes...of..of course ma'am." Off he went dashing around the store collecting the nessary books. "Will...will that be all?" Mrs. Weasley nodded and paid the man. "Is that all we need mum?" asked Ginny, Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Lets get a bite to eat while we are here, and we can do some browsing," grinned Mrs. Weasley. They all began to walk towards one of the closer places to get a bite to eat when, BANG! "Bloody hell! What was that!" exclaimed Ron, turning around looking surprised. There were a series of screams, and blasts from the distant. From the calm street of Diagon Alley, turned to chaos. Panic in sued and every one darted off in all different directions. Hermione's face went pale as she saw it was coming in there direction. Tonks ran off into that direction wand at the read, "Damn it! Why today."
Harry pulled out his wand along with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Fred and George came running from there store wands out them selves looking paniced. "Whats going on? What is with the screams and bangs...we should be going!" George said quickly. The blasts were coming closer, they began to join the group of running people. Light could be seen from the distance. "What...what is that?" stuttered Harry as he ran as fast as his legs could take him. "I...i don't know," chirped Mr. Weasley.