Author's Note: Okay, so I decided I wouldn't get anything done if I didn't set out a schedule, and would spend a bunch of time waiting for a muse or to be inspired. So, from now on, expect updates twice a week, unless I say otherwise, and please send me angry e-mails at multiple times a day if I fail to update twice a week.
Disclaimer: Jo pwns. She pwns the rights to Harry Potter and just pwns in general.
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The Weasley's car, which Mr. Weasley insisted on driving just to test it out, as he had just bought a new muggle car and wished to see how it worked, came to a silent halt in front of the ruins of a house. Ron began shaking the door, trying to make it open. Hermione watched this spectacle for a bit before telling him that you had to press the button and then push the handle out (It was a SUV. I hope those existed in 1997). Feeling somewhat humiliated, Ron did as he was told and then promptly stepped out of the vehicle to escape Harry's chuckling.
Ron didn't escape for long, as Harry soon followed suit and removed himself from the car, as did Hermione. 'I'll be taking this opportunity to leave. You can apperate back now that I know that the car works,' Arthur said once the trio had closed the doors. Arthur started up the car, and with that he was gone and they were alone.
Harry began walking to the ruins, as if in a trance. As he approached the ruins, details became clearer. Charred edges of walls, a burnt spot on the wood that was left in the floor and rubble lying around and broken china. The remains of a life that Harry could have had. Should have had. Instead he was an outsider. This life would never be his he would never have parents, never be normal.
'I'm sorry, Harry,' Hermione said, eyes cast down. 'You have nothing to be sorry for,' Harry replied. 'Over here!' Ron called. Finding that the kitchen had remained what it had been. Old rusted appliances and a dusty porcelain sink sat in the kitchen, a skillet was still on a burner that must have long ago run out of gas. It was all left as if it had been abandoned at a moment's notice, a metal chair lay on the floor, and a plate on the table with a thin residue of hardened maple syrup.
Harry ran his finger over the syrup, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. He lifted a finger from the plate and saw that a red hair was stuck to it. With a sigh he replaced the red hair and left the kitchen. The living room was in complete ruins. There wasn't anything that could be distinguished, save for the fluff that powdered the room that could be distinguished as stuffer from the couch or chair, or whatever that large wooden thing was in the corner.
'It looks like nothing has changed since the day…everything is in it's right place. Surprising everything hasn't rotted or blown away in the last fifteen years,' Harry commented. 'As if someone had a spell on it,' he added dryly. 'Someone probably has,' Ron said, looking at Hermione, waiting for the exact spell to come from her mouth any second. 'I don't know,' Hermione said, sighing.
Author's Note, Part Deux: Short, still. But if I'm to update twice a week I can't waste all of my material. Plus, it'll give me time to find the Latin.