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Chapter 2: The Burrow

Harry woke up with a start. He knocked his head, screaming in his head, WILL YOU JUST GET OUT!

Having the same dream was terrifying. Somehow, Harry grinned. Oh yes, today was the day that Harry was going to The Burrow. That's the reason. He jumped up, nearly hitting his head. He put on his spectacles and took out his wand. With a sweep of his wand, and voila. Everything was packed neatly in his trunk. With a lopsided smile, he levitated his trunk down the stairs. He knew what his relative's reactions would be.

It happens that his relatives were already eating breakfast. They saw the trunk in mid-air. Dudley choked on his bacon (His fifth helping). Uncle Vernon's face turned purple. Aunt Petunia almost fainted.

Harry said, "If you don't find this scene comfortable, I'll just use magic to--" Now, everyone's face turned purple. Harry smirked. "Levitate this trunk outside."

Not wanting the neighbours to see him, his uncle put on his most pleasant smile and pulled out a chair, "Err… why don't you have some breakfast first. You'll err… Need um... Energy to umm... Levitate your trunk."

"That's a great idea." He slid into his chair, smiling and ate his bacon and eggs happily. As expected, he had about four helpings without a single disagreement due to what his uncle said the day before. However, Dudley hissed softly to his mom, "I only had eight helpings! How come he gets four! I normally get quadruple times as much as him!"

Soon, after breakfast, Harry said, "Well, I better get going."

As soon as he said that, Harry's hair flew up as though a typhoon had just passed. One second, Uncle Vernon was sitting on the chair eating breakfast, the next second he was holding the door open, gesturing his hand outside the door. Wow. Harry thought. They certainly wanted him out. Harry shrugged and levitated his trunk out the door. "Well then, Bye."

"Bye!" Came a quick reply. With that, the door shut in his face. Carrying his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage, he walked to the nearest alley. With that horrible feeling again, he apparated to The Burrow.

At The Burrow…

There was extreme chaos. Mrs Weasley fussing when someone dirtied something and screaming if they did nothing about it. Mr Weasley dying to ask Harry about the radio (He accidentally used magic and spoilt it) and was raging around the house trying to think of another solution to solve it. There were ear-blasting explosions coming from Fred and George's room. Ron was going ga-ga over how pretty Hermione looked and slapped himself to get himself out of the trance. Oh gosh, Hermione is so pretty. WHAT! NO. RONALD WEASLEY. HERMIONE GRANGER...oh what a beautiful name… NO! HERMIONE GRANGER IS YOUR FRIEND.AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!. Ron was making a lot of noise as he swore loudly at himself for dumbly slapping himself in Hermione's presence. Hermione, however, being an I-LOVE-BOOKS-AND-I-CAN'T-LIVE-WITHOUT-BOOKS person, was rushing around, looking for, well, Hogwarts: A History. ---And Ginny. Ginny has been staying in the bathroom for, well, hours. She took a long bath and put on make-up on her face. Keeping on thinking that she was not pretty enough, she rubbed off the make-up and applied it… again. It was obvious, she was trying to impress, after breaking up with---- Harry. Everyone kept bumping each other. Screams and shouts could be heard practically everywhere. (Bill and Charlie are not there yet and obviously, Percy too)

Just as Harry thought he was going to die without oxygen, he could breathe fresh air. Cooling, refreshing, fresh air. He was standing right outside The Burrow.

He was just about to turn to walk towards the mansion and just realised that it could be one mile from any 360 degrees from Ron's house. So, Harry decided to go to The Burrow. They might be surprised. Harry thought. I told them I would come in the afternoon.

Without another thought, he walked towards the door… and knocked. With the chaos inside, obviously, no one could hear him knocking. Thinking that they probably would let him in, Harry opened the door. Just then, everyone inside the Burrow froze. Their heads turned and they saw Harry standing at the door.

I certainly walked in at the wrong time. Harry thought. Mrs Weasley's clothes were all dirty from cleaning. Mr Weasley was rolled up in wires. Fred and George's hair were burnt and their face was as black as coal (ashes of course). Ron's face was terribly, alarmingly red from slapping himself but it did blend perfectly with his hair. Hermione's hair was in a mess, carrying a dozen books in her hands and even a book opened, face-down on Hermione's brown bushy hair. Ginny's flaming red hair was curled up in rollers. She was also holding Muggle eye mascara, lipstick and powder.

Harry stuttered, "Umm… I didn't mean to just… erm barge in…," He looked from Mrs Weasley to Ginny. Gosh, Ginny's so… but his thoughts were interrupted. His brain suddenly reminded him that was supposed to finish a sentence. "Err… It was just that… umm… I knocked, and then… erm… no one answered, so I err… well, walked in. Err… did I walk in at the wrong time?"

Mrs Weasley answered, "Oh no, Harry dear. We were just doing everyday things…" Like real. Everyone thought, excluding Harry. We are doing this for Harry. She cleared her throat and continued, "Harry dear, we thought you were coming here in the afternoon! We are not umm… mentally prepared."

"Oh sorry, but I just wanted to stay here for a bit then ask Ron for the directions to the mansion one mile away—"

Mrs Weasley interrupted. She said sourly, "You mean the Noise-making-Mansion? Wait, how did you know about that," She glared at Ron. "Ron… what did you write in that letter? Didn't manage to catch that one."

Ron spluttered, "What! You didn't manage to catch this one? You… You have been reading all my other letters!"

"Of course, dear, how then can I ensure that my son is… safe?"

Ron turned red but he didn't say anything.

Mrs Weasley turned back to Harry, "Anyway, Harry dear, what do you want with the mansion?"

"Oh," Harry replied calmly. "I want to buy it."

Everyone's jaw dropped so low that it almost hit the ground. They all stared at him unbelievingly.

Mrs Weasley said calmly, as though Harry was joking, "Oh, Harry, you have got to be kidding. That mansion is worth about a hundred thousand galleons. It's terribly huge. About 10 times the size of a castle"

Oh. Harry thought. I thought it would be about 3 million galleons, which is all the money I have in the world.

He said, "Oh, but I will still buy it."

"You… You can afford it?"

"Uh huh." Harry replied. "Hey Ron, wanna come? We could both go to the mansion together."

Surprisingly, everyone pounced on him, wailing, "Can I come? Can I come?"

As soon as he assured all of them that they could come along, they went to get ready. But then he noticed. Ginny didn't pounce on him. He didn't see Ginny during the mid- conversation. Just then, Ginny walked in the room. Her hair was glossy and curly. Her lipstick was the perfect colour. Her eye mascara totally blended with her hair. Her plain shirt and jeans just looked totally remarkable.

Harry was snapped out of the trance when Ginny asked, "Err… Can I come too?"

Harry replied coolly, "Sure! The more the merrier. Hahaha! Haha..ha…ha"

There was definitely fakeness in his laugh. "Err… Ginny? I need to talk to you."

Ginny's heart skipped a beat. Did he mean what I thought he would mean? Uh oh… please… I'll be perfectly happy to be in a different spot right now…

"Err… yeah… okay…" Was her reply.

Harry said, "Ginny…"

Just then, the door burst down, and everyone screamed, "CAN WE GO NOW?"

Harry felt disappointed. They just had to come at this moment. Seriously, they got no sense of privacy. "Ok, let's go now."

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