Chapter III: The Finalization
Disclaimer: If you swallow a whole packet of pop rocks, you will get a stomachache.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. The teachers decided that because ten days were off, they should double, sometimes triple, the work now. Lucky me. I am only doing this now because Pupparoux won't update the story until I do, I have tons of homework that I should be doing now. Don't forget to review. I will get angry if you don't.
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With the scent of sausage wafting upstairs, and the loud plodding of Ron rushing down stairs to get some, Harry woke. He was disoriented for a bit, wondering where he was. At the Weasley's, that's right. Where else. I think I want some sausage. Without another thought, Harry rose and began plodding along with everyone else who was rushing downstairs.
When he arrived downstairs Ron was piling far more sausage than is healthy onto his plate, Hermione was ready to surrender hers, and Ginny was watching hers carefully, to make sure Ron didn't try to snatch it. Harry pulled out a worn wooden chair, sat and fork-wrestled Ron for the last piece of sausage.
Hermione glared at Harry, knowing what his response would be to the question that Ron was about to ask. 'Sor Harry, er you going to Hogwarts this 'ear?' came the question from Ron though a mouthful of sausage. 'No,' Harry replied, staring intently his plate as to avoid Hermione's nasty gaze. 'Good. I didn't want to go, either, and this is the only way I'll ever get out of it,' Ron replied, not knowing of the lashing he would receive from Hermione later.
Silence. If looks could kill, Hermione might have been a little more careful with the one she was giving Ron. 'I'm coming,' came boldly from the mouth of Ginny, breaking the awkward silence, and making the conversation even odder. 'No, you aren't,' Ron and Hermione replied in unison. Harry found a point on the wall and focused on it, pretending this was an utter shock to him.
'You can't come Ginny. You'll die, you can't die,' Ron said, after choking down the reminisce of his sausage. 'You've got to finish school. If you don't, over half of your family won't've. It would give something for the purebloods to scoff at,' Came an angry threat from Hermione.
'The two who haven't finished school so far seem to be doing quite well,'
'They were lucky,'
'Who's to say I won't be?'
'Who's to say you will?'
'I asked first,'
'I say it, then,'
'And we all know how good you are at divination,'
Thoroughly chastised, Hermione submitted to the idea of the rest of the Weasleys not coming to Hogwarts.