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Chapter 5: The sour not-so-gummi worms

Weeks had past and soon it was time for them to head back to school. The dreaded day kept looming closer and closer, and with each day that passed, the complaining from Ron got louder and louder.

Soon they had only one night left. Harry and Ron were lying in Ron's room each of them thinking.

"Hey Harry," Ron began, staring up onto the roof. "What do you think we'll do this year?"

Harry smiled. "I dunno."

"Yeah, I like it that way."

Ron rolled over and closed his eyes, both of them trying to go to sleep.

"Okay, where is the rest of you?" Mrs Weasley was yelling from somewhere in the house. "I've only got two of you… no wait, Ginny, okay one of you."

That was bound to be Hermione. But of course, Harry and Ron had chosen to have the extra twenty minutes sleep rather than pack their bags.

Each of them was rushing around the house, stuffing things they though were theirs into their bags or hands, Hermione watching them and giving them I-told-you-so looks every now and again.

Harry was stuffing the last of his stuff into his bags when a very untidy and tired looking Ron rushed into the room, a toothbrush in his mouth.

"I can't find it." He muttered, rushing out of the room and Harry could just hear Ron yelling to his mother asking for something.

Harry began to relax. Usually it would take him at least another two minutes to get ready so he was in good time.

He lugged his bags down the flight of stairs which seemed to go on forever, Ron now the only one who was still rushing around the house looking for things.

"Good boy Harry." Mrs Weasley said, smiling at Harry before looking anxiously up the stairs. "Ron, come on!"

There was a rather loud crash as Ron Weasley and mountains of other things came tumbling down the stairs. China pots that were centuries old and the last remaining photos of distant relatives came crashing down, Ron's limbs flying in all directions. Everyone was squirming as they watch Ron and the other Weasley possessions bounce off the walls.

"Right." Ron said as he reached the end of the staircase and the crashing stopped. "Off we go then." He smiled, looking anxiously down at the metre high pile of stuff at his feet that made even more crashing noises as he stepped out of the middle.

Slowly, he pulled his trunk and other stuff out from the pile and once every last possession of his was in his hands (except for his toothbrush which was in his mouth again) He began walking to the door.

"Ronald!" Mrs Weasley said with a sigh. "What are you doing?" She asked his as he began to turn the door-handle.

"Um, going out the door." He replied stupidly.

"Ron, of all the times we have travelled to the station, how many of them have we used muggle transport?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"Um…" Ron began thinking hard.

"None, that's how many. You're father would find it fascinating but I think it is a complete waste of time. So," She turned and picked up a large, white bowl. "We are going by magic."

Ron looked rather disappointed as he hung his head and closed the front door.

"Let me guess." He began glumly. "Floo powder again."

"No, dearest." Mrs Weasley began as the things inside the bowl began to become clear to Harry. "We're using-"

But before Mrs Weasley had finished her sentence, Ron had sped over from his spot by the door and had grabbed the giant, white bowl off his mother to inspect it.

"What are they?" He asked looking down at the creatures inside the bowl.

"Don't touch!" Mrs Weasley said, frantically running to where Ron was standing with everyone gathered around him and snatching the bowl back off him.

"How many times have I told you Ronald?"

"A million mum, a million." Ron replied smartly.

"Now," Mrs Weasley began once again, catching her breath and flattening her hair with her one free hand. "If you'll all just take one of these gloves…" She said, pointing to a large oval tissue box with purple gloves inside. Everyone took two. As Harry slipped his hand inside the oval box, he felt the gloves… squirming.

"Ah!" Ron screamed and Harry swirled around to see Ron lying on the ground about a metre away from his own two purple gloves. "They're alive!"

Harry looked at Mrs Weasley of who he though was going to quickly grab the gloves off everyone of chant a spell to stop whatever was happening. But she didn't. Instead, she remained clam, slowly counting how many of the things were in the bowl in front of her. She swallowed.

"Don't be silly dear." She said, hardly paying any attention.

"Ron," Hermione said, quickly slipping on her own to squirming gloves. "They're not alive."

"Yes they are!" Ron cried. "Look at them!" He pointing one shaking finger at the floor, two purple gloves squirming where he pointed as though each one was having a heart attack.

"As I said Ron, they're not alive." Hermione said calmly walking over to Ron's gloves and picking them up with her own fingers. "They are Protelian Gloves."

Ron gulped. "Which means?"

"Which means that each glove is sprayed with a Protelian liquid all the way from Portugal which gives the gloves the ability to protect your hands from anything. Unfortunately, Protelian liquid also makes things it comes in contact with squirm for a while so don't worry Ron it is perfectly normal." She dropped the gloves just before Ron's feet before strutting back to the spot she had placed her bags.

"Okay," Mrs Weasley said, turning around to face them all with a bright smile on her face. "Everyone got their gloves on?"

Ron gulped and slowly picked up the purple gloves and slid them onto his hands.

"Good. If you each take five of these and just hold them for a minute then we can get on our way."

The four of them got up, Hermione being the only one who seemed to trust the creatures as she slid her hand into the bowl and took five. Everyone else followed her example each one staring down at the things that were lying life-less in their hands.

"Now these ones are alive." Mrs Weasley said.

Of course this was the wrong thing to say as it cause Ron to jumped back in fright and throw them violently to the floor before stamping all over them.

"Ah, Ron! No Ron, don't do that!" Mrs. Weasley yelled as the tiny beasts were squished into the floor.

"Now I'll have to clean the carpet again…" She sighed. "Ron, I think it would just be best if we went through this together okay? Everyone has to do it, so you can do it to. Now come and get some more."

Ron trudged over to the large white bowl and with a little help from his mother (Mrs Weasley: FOR GOD'S SAKE RON JUST STICK YOUR HAND IN THERE AND PICK THEM UP OR YOU CAN STAY HERE AND LOOM AFTER FRED AND GEORGE ALL YEAR) Ron stuck his hand in the bowl and refrained from killing the things in his hand.

Harry looked down into his palm. Sitting there, on his palm, were five little grey creatures each only the width of his hand, thin and stick-like. But the best way to describe what he saw was to call them worms.

"Before you ask I will tell you." Mrs Weasley said as Ginny began to open her mouth. "They are Tradvisany Beasts and are extremely helpful creatures." Ginny closed her mouth. "They can transport you very far distances without having to get authorization and use a portkey or having to go through the pain of using a wallman." Harry knew she meant the walkman he had used once and decided he never wanted to use again. "Okay everyone, now," Mrs Weasley began, picking up her own five worms. "What we will do, don't do it now, is to get each worm and place them firmly on our tongues. Once you have done that, chew seven times exactly, you don't want to know what will happen to you if you don't, and swallow."

Ron looked down at the worms in his hands and gulped.

"Okay everyone, NOW!" Mrs Weasley said rather loudly causing them all to simultaneously place the worms on their tongues.

The taste entered Harry's mouth, the sourness beginning to overwhelm him as he tried not to screw up his face.

2…3…4…

Harry's mind was counting as he chewed the worms that were leaking the sour disgusting taste into his mouth.

5…6…

Harry kept chewing, his teeth feeling cold and stale as the worms galloped around his mouth.

7

Harry swallowed as quickly as he could, the sourness evaporating from his mouth. But what happened next, nobody but Mrs Weasley could ever have expected.

BOOM!

Harry was no longer standing in the Weasley's living room, with the warmth of the crackling fire surrounding him. Instead he suddenly began to feel quite cold. Looking around him he saw four other bodies, which he recognised, each shivering and slowly turning a pale shade of blue.

"I didn't expect it to be this cold." Hermione said as she shivered her lips so cold and blue Harry was almost sure that a layer of ice was forming on them.

"Oh don't be ridiculous." Mrs Weasley began. She seemed to be the only one of the five of them who was as calm as a bird and wasn't even shivering in the slightest. "Where has Ron got to? If he doesn't show up soon we'll leave without him and then he'll have no idea what to do."

Suddenly, a loud BOOM was heard and right beside Hermione popped Ron, looking as confused as ever.

"Where the hell are we?" He exclaimed looking suspiciously around him.

"Actually dear," Mrs Weasley began. " We are not in hell, we are on top of a mountain named Mt Everest."

"It's bloody freezing up here."

"You haven't noticed." Ginny interrupted.

"Now everyone, except Ron, you'll come soon dear." Mrs Weasley swallowed. "HOLD ON!"

Harry didn't get a chance to realise what to hold on to as there was nothing around him. Just a very loud…

BOOM!

Harry didn't want to open his eyes this time, he was afraid he might be… well… who knows? The air was warmer, a lot warmer and after coming to the conclusion he wasn't on a mountain anymore, he opened his eyes.

Big mistake. Two whole seconds the sun had glared into his eyes, so bright Harry would still be seeing the after effects for a while to come.

Where was he? Was anyone else there? Harry didn't want to open his eyes again and slowly he began to feel the heat.

"Mum, where… are… we?" Harry heard Ginny's voice echo around him.

"A very fine desert that might be named the Sahara. Actually I'm not to sure." Mrs Weasley said, again being the only one not effected by this, her voice coming from high above anyone else's as she was obviously still standing.

Harry tried to open his mouth to speak but it was dry and brittle and he could not say a word. The heat was overwhelming him now, and his knees gave way, leaving his body to fall limply into the sand. Sweat was seeping out of everywhere and his every breath seemed to take so much energy he couldn't last much longer.

He didn't even remotely hear the BOOM as Ron appeared or the yells as the heat became too much for him. The sun was sizzling his back and neck the only liquid for miles being the sweat that was running like water down his back.

BOOM!

He was so glad to be out of there, so glad that the heat had evaporated and had been replaced by cool winds that wiped his sweat away. This time he was sure he could open his eyes. And when he did, he didn't regret it. While Ron was still scorching away in the heat, there Harry was on top of a large, fluffy, billowy cloud, the fluff surrounding his face. He breathed easily, feeling the light air in his lungs, and he sat upright.

Sprawled on the clouds around him were his friends, each relaxing with giant smiles on their face.

"This is by far my favourite part." Mrs Weasley said, flopping back into her own billowy cloud.

BOOM!

Ron appeared, his eyes half closed and the stench of the sweat still surrounding him. But Harry only got to see him flop down and mutter something about being in heaven before…

BOOM!

Harry had closed his eyes again, each time he was scared of what was coming next. It wasn't too cold and it wasn't too hot and there seemed to be a lot of noise. Who knows, he could be in Diagon Alley.

Unfortunately, he wasn't. He opened his eyes and suddenly realised what it was like to be short. Looking up he saw creatures looming over him, creatures with giant hands and giant legs, creatures he could only describe as… well… giants.

No one even began to open their mouths as they stared in shock at the beasts rushing around with big grins spread across their faces.

BOOM!

Ron was standing beside Harry once more, the look on his face changing from utterly relaxed to a look of shock and panic.

"Hey Ron." Harry whispered casually.

"Hey Harry." Ron replied, gulping.

BOOM!

For the first time Harry had left his eyes wide open. Around him he saw something magnificent, something he recognised and missed, something he was overly glad to see.

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