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Chapter eight: Blue Chowder

The Weasels certainly had a different way of living, compared to the Dursleys Barry began to notice during his stay. Compared to the chaotic and bustling household of the Weasels it made the Dursleys looked even more immaculate, prim, proper and well too be honest...dull. But Barry didn't mind one bit to have to adjust, infact he enjoyed his time at the Weasels and was dreading having to go back to the Dursleys next summer. Soon, September was getting closer and closer and Barry realised they had to back to school soon.

"Now, have all of you got your list of books needed?" Mrs. Weasel asked, as they all gathered around their fireplace.

"Yep!" they all chorused.

"Brilliant! Now, who wants to go first?"

"Go first?" Andrew asked confused.

"Yes, dear first. Haven't you travelled by Blue Chowder before?"

"Uhh...No..." Andrew still looking confused.

"Neither," Barry and Mione agreed.

"Oh, bother...Well Gred you go first!"

"Sure! Now...Where are we going mother?"

Mrs. Weasel sighed impatiently,

"Diagon Alley!"

"Oh, yes of course!" The twin stepped forward, took some chowder crap out of a pot and threw it in the fire,

"Diagon Alley!" he cried as he stepped into the fire.

"Holy shit!" Mione said as Gred disappeared.

"Mione! Please, don't use language like that!" Mrs. Weasel scowled.

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasel!"

"It's alright dear, would you like to go next?"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Okay, who's next?"

"Uhh...I'll go," Mione said unsure.

"Brilliant Mione!" Mrs. Weasel, smiled, "Now grab a handfull of the chowder...That's it now...Throw it into the fire, say 'Diagon Alley!' and step forward!"

Mione did as she was told, but as she tried to speak she swallowed a mouthful of chower blew into her mouth and her scarf blew off.

"Hey, Mione you dropped your-" Barry began as Mione stepped into the fireplace, Barry stepped forward a bit and he too was sucked into the fireplace after Mione.

Mrs. Weasel looked back at everyone's shocked faces,

"What did she say?"

"Dragon valley?" Mr. Weasel suggested.

"Oh no," Mrs. Weasel shook her head, "And Barry went with her! That'll make matters worse!"

Everyone exchanged worried glances,

"What are we going to do!"

"Only one thing we can do..." Mrs. Weasel said grimly, "Go to Diagon Alley, and if their not there...well we'll have to track them down..."

"Hey, where did Barry go!" Lemo said suddenly.

"Uhh...Barry, you'r squishing me..." Mione's muffled voice spoke into the ashes in the fireplace.

"Opps, sorry there Mione!" Barry got to his feet, "Where's Gred and Forge?"

"Barry..." Mione's voice trailed off as she rose and looked around, "I don't think we're in Diagon Alley..."

"Well, where are we then?"

Mione pointed to a street sign, it said,

'Boulevard of Broken Dreams'