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An announcement, our ex beta reader, The Back liner is back for the job, let's give him a round of applause!!
Okay, I realized that my story is kinda getting boring; it stays on the same spot for 20 chapters. Please bear with me for a few more chapters and I'll move the plot to somewhere else. Meanwhile, give me lots of support and I'll give you a very nice TWIST!! Tango!! I like twists!!
Here is the story of the day, and look out for my coming twist!!
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Scene: At Privet Drive
After dinner, instead of going over to Mrs. Figg's house to catch a show or two on the television before bed, Harry and Ginny retreated into their bedroom right after the meal. Ginny had returned from a shower and it was now Harry's turn. He dug into all his pockets to empty them and retrieved two pieces of paper from one of them.
"Oh, I've almost forgotten about it", Harry exclaimed as he uncreased a piece of paper on his desk. Ginny turned to look at him and eyed the paper he was holding with distaste.
"Oh, I thought what important paper is that. Isn't that the paper the "I'm- hitting-on-you-Harry-Potter" waitress gave you? Oh, if I remembered correctly, she gave you a series of numbers that is supposed to be her fellytone number, am I right? What's more important than that?" Ginny said sarcastically, and rolled her eyes.
Erm.. Ginny, it's a telephone number, not a fellytone number and no, its not her telephone that I'm referring to, it's the reply from Mrs. Weasley I received this afternoon in the park. Did you remember or do you only remember what goes on with the nice waitress whom you just don't seem to like?" Harry teased; he liked teasing her, watching her turn red in a few seconds, which she did.
"Hem.... Hem..... What did mum say in the letter?" she chose to ignore Harry's remark about her unfriendliness towards the waitress.
"Here's the letter, you see for yourself, I'm going to catch the bathroom before Dudley does and take the whole hour inside doing god-knows-what", Harry handed the parchment to Ginny, deposited the other piece of paper into the rubbish bin (he made sure Ginny saw that) and headed out of the room. Ginny gave an evil smirk thinking of the piece of paper lying in the rubbish bin; suddenly it burst into flames and burnt into ashes.
Ginny read the letter her mum sent (her mum and Ron apologized for taking it out on her and told her to enjoy the rest of the summer with Harry) and thinking of the blackened paper in the rubbish bin, her mood had improved tremendously by the time Harry returned from the shower smelling like - Harry after a bath.
Ginny climbed onto the single bed in the room, later followed by Harry. Ginny beat the only pillow into shape and laid her fiery red head on it, leaving a space for Harry.
Harry put his hand behind his head staring at the white ceiling and Ginny was lying on her side facing Harry. It was a bit cramped on the bed but they were quite comfortable.
'I couldn't believe Mark's a wizard, it was a surprise. Bet he couldn't believe it either, that boy", Ginny said.
"Yes, a surprise, and a very nice surprise mind you. He's a wizard and we could be together in Hogwarts, I always liked him, he's so funny and nice. In this way, we could get to know each other better, isn't it nice", Harry answered.
"Yeah, I liked him too, his craftiness and babbly self reminds me of the twins. I wonder how he would react when he got to know that he had befriended a witch and a wizard all this time. Do you think we should tell him and the most critical matter is that how are we going to help him? Our family can't really afford to provide anything.", Ginny trailed off and looked away; she, like Ron, was a bit sensitive about their family's poverty.
"We can help him rise funds and gather some second hand school books and school stuff from friends. Maybe we could talk to Dumbledore about school fees", before Harry could finish his sentence, Ginny had jumped down off the bed and headed to the desk, grabbing parchments, quills and scribbled away. Harry jumped off the bed after her and read what she was writing over her shoulders. He understood what she was doing and he grabbed a quill, more parchments and joined her in the scribbling frenzy.
It took them an hour before twenty letters lay in front of them; they felt a weird satisfaction in them, seeing their fruits of labour. Harry rolled up each of the parchment and gathered them over to Hedwig's cage. Upon seeing Harry approaching, Hedwig turned to the other direction, her back facing him, her head held high.
"Come on, Hedwig. I wasn't on purposely being mean this afternoon but in that kind of situation, I wasn't thinking properly. Good girl, come on, I need you to deliver the letters urgently, please", Harry turned to look at Hedwig at the other side but she turned to another side. Ginny upon seeing Hedwig hostility towards Harry walked over and shoves Harry aside.
"You great prat, hurting poor Hedwig", at this, the white bird turned to look at Ginny curiously; "Hedwig is a nice girl, isn't she? We got some letters that we need you to deliver immediately, could you help?" Ginny cooed and tickled Hedwig at her chest.
To Harry's surprise, Hedwig gave a small hoot and held out her leg in front Ginny and she quickly tied the parchments onto Hedwig's leg and sent her flying out of the window into the night. Ginny turned away from the window, a smirk plastered on her face and jumped onto bed again. Harry joined her a while later muttering about how Hedwig's his owl and she listens to Ginny alone under his breathe. He rattered on about Hedwig's ungratefulness until both he and Ginny fell asleep.
A loud tapping at the window in the morning woke the whole house. Harry snapped open his eyes to see Hedwig tapping continuously on the window indicating that she wanted to be let in. As he hurried over to let her in, uncle Vernon's voice rang through the whole house.
"POTTER... HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU TO SHUT YOUR BLOODY PIGEON UP? ONE MORE TIME, I'LL BREAK YOUR GIRL, YOUR BIRD, AND YOUR NECK."
After letting Hedwig in, Harry strode to the door to shout something back but Ginny had beaten him to it. She stormed across the room; wretched open the door, stuck her head out of the room and yelled at the top of her voice, her voice sharp and shrill.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP.... BEFORE YOU TOUCH OUR NECK, WE WOULD HAVE SHOVED OUR WAND UP YOUR ASS... ONE MORE WORD, DURSLEY, I'LL MAKE SURE I STICK YOUR FAT LIPS TOGETHER WITH A PERMENANT CHARM, AND DON'T TEST MY PATIENCE BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY..." After shouting herself hoarse at uncle Vernon, Ginny slammed the door shut, jumped back onto bed and pulled the blanket up to her head, leaving the clothes hanging on the door, swaying dangerously.
Harry's heart was pumping loudly against his chest, "Uncle Vernon's bound to come and wrangle our neck", he thought and stood transfixed at his position, not daring to breathe too loudly, waiting for Uncle to storm into the room but it didn't happen. A few minutes passed before Harry was sure that their necks were safe than he dared to move.
Harry tiptoed over to Hedwig, not daring to make a single noise with his feet, in case Ginny was disturbed and start shouting and throwing stuff at him. He unloaded twenty rolled up parchments from Hedwig who gave him a grateful nibble at his finger and flew to her cage to rest after a speedy journey throughout the whole night. Harry emptied a packet of owl feed into her bowl and patted her on the head affectionately hoping to get back to her good side before sitting down at his desk to read his letters.
"So, what did they say?" a voice said, scaring Harry out of his wits, making him knock over his chair. He turned behind to see Ginny tousled haired, sitting up on the bed, chuckling.
'If you want me dead, choose better ways. Just give me a word and I'll jump straight out of the window but never try to scare me. I'll die of a heart attack, and that way to dying is worst than having a hundred Crucio Curses thrown at you", Harry said sarcastically while holding his heart. Ginny chuckled louder and he continues,
"I thought you were still sleeping?"
"Nope, that loudspeaker uncle of yours woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep. I'll just be annoyed waiting for you to finish reading the letters and tell me what they say", Ginny said, throwing the blanket off herself and strolled over to the desk.
Harry picked up the chair from the floor and sat on it, Ginny sat at the corner of the desk, bending over to have a better look at the letters. As Ginny was wearing a quite short nightgown and she wasn't sitting in a very elegant way, a good part of her legs was exposed. Harry saw that and turned a bit pink, shaking his head mentally at how unladylike Ginny was, and no doubt she was quite a temptress and continued reading the letters.
Only after reading through two letters did Ginny realize that her skirt was pulled up a bit. She blushed beetroot red, tugged at her skirt with as little movement as possible, eyeing at Harry all the while making sure he didn't see her pulling at her skirt. Little did she know that Harry was aware of that and was laughing at her silently.
"So how are we going to send all those stuff over to Mark without causing too much suspicious on us?" Ginny asked after finishing reading the last letter. Harry folded his arms at his chest and turned to face Ginny,
"I think we could form a secret group of some sort, and send over the stuff to Mark using owl post, claiming that we are from some wizard society helping the needy."
"That'll be fine, I think. But what should we name our organization, we can't name it Ginny and Harry Society, can we?" Ginny asked.
"Hmmm.... Ginny and Harry Society", Harry appeared to be thinking hard, "not a bad idea.." Ginny punched Harry's shoulder and said,
"Come on, I'm serious. I mean, we wouldn't want Mark to know that we are behind the whole thing."
"Okay, okay I'm joking, don't hit me again. We could ponder over that over breakfast or rather, brunch, judging from the time now. We can't possibly join them downstairs for breakfast with that outbreak this morning, can we? Come on, wash up and we'll go for brunch at the café. Quick, quick, go wash up, I can't wait to see the "I'm - hitting -on- you Harry-Potter "waitress. Hurry up, will you?" Harry had to hold back laughter while pushed Ginny out of the room knowing perfectly well that he had made her mad. He just liked to make Ginny mad.
Harry laid back onto the bed, smiling happily to himself, waiting for Ginny to return from her shower. He suddenly realized that he was always happy nowadays. Wasn't he? Yes, he was, being around Ginny made him a happier person, his temper not always on the surface anymore.
"Hmmm.... I wonder what would I became, cooped up in his house without any friendly human company, at the end of his summer if Ginny hadn't came over. Maybe, Dumbledore would have to send me straight to St. Mungos, I would have gone mad, no doubt. Cheers to Ginny for keeping my sanity intact", Harry thought still smiling.
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The End!! TBC
An announcement, our ex beta reader, The Back liner is back for the job, let's give him a round of applause!!
Okay, I realized that my story is kinda getting boring; it stays on the same spot for 20 chapters. Please bear with me for a few more chapters and I'll move the plot to somewhere else. Meanwhile, give me lots of support and I'll give you a very nice TWIST!! Tango!! I like twists!!
Here is the story of the day, and look out for my coming twist!!
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Scene: At Privet Drive
After dinner, instead of going over to Mrs. Figg's house to catch a show or two on the television before bed, Harry and Ginny retreated into their bedroom right after the meal. Ginny had returned from a shower and it was now Harry's turn. He dug into all his pockets to empty them and retrieved two pieces of paper from one of them.
"Oh, I've almost forgotten about it", Harry exclaimed as he uncreased a piece of paper on his desk. Ginny turned to look at him and eyed the paper he was holding with distaste.
"Oh, I thought what important paper is that. Isn't that the paper the "I'm- hitting-on-you-Harry-Potter" waitress gave you? Oh, if I remembered correctly, she gave you a series of numbers that is supposed to be her fellytone number, am I right? What's more important than that?" Ginny said sarcastically, and rolled her eyes.
Erm.. Ginny, it's a telephone number, not a fellytone number and no, its not her telephone that I'm referring to, it's the reply from Mrs. Weasley I received this afternoon in the park. Did you remember or do you only remember what goes on with the nice waitress whom you just don't seem to like?" Harry teased; he liked teasing her, watching her turn red in a few seconds, which she did.
"Hem.... Hem..... What did mum say in the letter?" she chose to ignore Harry's remark about her unfriendliness towards the waitress.
"Here's the letter, you see for yourself, I'm going to catch the bathroom before Dudley does and take the whole hour inside doing god-knows-what", Harry handed the parchment to Ginny, deposited the other piece of paper into the rubbish bin (he made sure Ginny saw that) and headed out of the room. Ginny gave an evil smirk thinking of the piece of paper lying in the rubbish bin; suddenly it burst into flames and burnt into ashes.
Ginny read the letter her mum sent (her mum and Ron apologized for taking it out on her and told her to enjoy the rest of the summer with Harry) and thinking of the blackened paper in the rubbish bin, her mood had improved tremendously by the time Harry returned from the shower smelling like - Harry after a bath.
Ginny climbed onto the single bed in the room, later followed by Harry. Ginny beat the only pillow into shape and laid her fiery red head on it, leaving a space for Harry.
Harry put his hand behind his head staring at the white ceiling and Ginny was lying on her side facing Harry. It was a bit cramped on the bed but they were quite comfortable.
'I couldn't believe Mark's a wizard, it was a surprise. Bet he couldn't believe it either, that boy", Ginny said.
"Yes, a surprise, and a very nice surprise mind you. He's a wizard and we could be together in Hogwarts, I always liked him, he's so funny and nice. In this way, we could get to know each other better, isn't it nice", Harry answered.
"Yeah, I liked him too, his craftiness and babbly self reminds me of the twins. I wonder how he would react when he got to know that he had befriended a witch and a wizard all this time. Do you think we should tell him and the most critical matter is that how are we going to help him? Our family can't really afford to provide anything.", Ginny trailed off and looked away; she, like Ron, was a bit sensitive about their family's poverty.
"We can help him rise funds and gather some second hand school books and school stuff from friends. Maybe we could talk to Dumbledore about school fees", before Harry could finish his sentence, Ginny had jumped down off the bed and headed to the desk, grabbing parchments, quills and scribbled away. Harry jumped off the bed after her and read what she was writing over her shoulders. He understood what she was doing and he grabbed a quill, more parchments and joined her in the scribbling frenzy.
It took them an hour before twenty letters lay in front of them; they felt a weird satisfaction in them, seeing their fruits of labour. Harry rolled up each of the parchment and gathered them over to Hedwig's cage. Upon seeing Harry approaching, Hedwig turned to the other direction, her back facing him, her head held high.
"Come on, Hedwig. I wasn't on purposely being mean this afternoon but in that kind of situation, I wasn't thinking properly. Good girl, come on, I need you to deliver the letters urgently, please", Harry turned to look at Hedwig at the other side but she turned to another side. Ginny upon seeing Hedwig hostility towards Harry walked over and shoves Harry aside.
"You great prat, hurting poor Hedwig", at this, the white bird turned to look at Ginny curiously; "Hedwig is a nice girl, isn't she? We got some letters that we need you to deliver immediately, could you help?" Ginny cooed and tickled Hedwig at her chest.
To Harry's surprise, Hedwig gave a small hoot and held out her leg in front Ginny and she quickly tied the parchments onto Hedwig's leg and sent her flying out of the window into the night. Ginny turned away from the window, a smirk plastered on her face and jumped onto bed again. Harry joined her a while later muttering about how Hedwig's his owl and she listens to Ginny alone under his breathe. He rattered on about Hedwig's ungratefulness until both he and Ginny fell asleep.
A loud tapping at the window in the morning woke the whole house. Harry snapped open his eyes to see Hedwig tapping continuously on the window indicating that she wanted to be let in. As he hurried over to let her in, uncle Vernon's voice rang through the whole house.
"POTTER... HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU TO SHUT YOUR BLOODY PIGEON UP? ONE MORE TIME, I'LL BREAK YOUR GIRL, YOUR BIRD, AND YOUR NECK."
After letting Hedwig in, Harry strode to the door to shout something back but Ginny had beaten him to it. She stormed across the room; wretched open the door, stuck her head out of the room and yelled at the top of her voice, her voice sharp and shrill.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP.... BEFORE YOU TOUCH OUR NECK, WE WOULD HAVE SHOVED OUR WAND UP YOUR ASS... ONE MORE WORD, DURSLEY, I'LL MAKE SURE I STICK YOUR FAT LIPS TOGETHER WITH A PERMENANT CHARM, AND DON'T TEST MY PATIENCE BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY..." After shouting herself hoarse at uncle Vernon, Ginny slammed the door shut, jumped back onto bed and pulled the blanket up to her head, leaving the clothes hanging on the door, swaying dangerously.
Harry's heart was pumping loudly against his chest, "Uncle Vernon's bound to come and wrangle our neck", he thought and stood transfixed at his position, not daring to breathe too loudly, waiting for Uncle to storm into the room but it didn't happen. A few minutes passed before Harry was sure that their necks were safe than he dared to move.
Harry tiptoed over to Hedwig, not daring to make a single noise with his feet, in case Ginny was disturbed and start shouting and throwing stuff at him. He unloaded twenty rolled up parchments from Hedwig who gave him a grateful nibble at his finger and flew to her cage to rest after a speedy journey throughout the whole night. Harry emptied a packet of owl feed into her bowl and patted her on the head affectionately hoping to get back to her good side before sitting down at his desk to read his letters.
"So, what did they say?" a voice said, scaring Harry out of his wits, making him knock over his chair. He turned behind to see Ginny tousled haired, sitting up on the bed, chuckling.
'If you want me dead, choose better ways. Just give me a word and I'll jump straight out of the window but never try to scare me. I'll die of a heart attack, and that way to dying is worst than having a hundred Crucio Curses thrown at you", Harry said sarcastically while holding his heart. Ginny chuckled louder and he continues,
"I thought you were still sleeping?"
"Nope, that loudspeaker uncle of yours woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep. I'll just be annoyed waiting for you to finish reading the letters and tell me what they say", Ginny said, throwing the blanket off herself and strolled over to the desk.
Harry picked up the chair from the floor and sat on it, Ginny sat at the corner of the desk, bending over to have a better look at the letters. As Ginny was wearing a quite short nightgown and she wasn't sitting in a very elegant way, a good part of her legs was exposed. Harry saw that and turned a bit pink, shaking his head mentally at how unladylike Ginny was, and no doubt she was quite a temptress and continued reading the letters.
Only after reading through two letters did Ginny realize that her skirt was pulled up a bit. She blushed beetroot red, tugged at her skirt with as little movement as possible, eyeing at Harry all the while making sure he didn't see her pulling at her skirt. Little did she know that Harry was aware of that and was laughing at her silently.
"So how are we going to send all those stuff over to Mark without causing too much suspicious on us?" Ginny asked after finishing reading the last letter. Harry folded his arms at his chest and turned to face Ginny,
"I think we could form a secret group of some sort, and send over the stuff to Mark using owl post, claiming that we are from some wizard society helping the needy."
"That'll be fine, I think. But what should we name our organization, we can't name it Ginny and Harry Society, can we?" Ginny asked.
"Hmmm.... Ginny and Harry Society", Harry appeared to be thinking hard, "not a bad idea.." Ginny punched Harry's shoulder and said,
"Come on, I'm serious. I mean, we wouldn't want Mark to know that we are behind the whole thing."
"Okay, okay I'm joking, don't hit me again. We could ponder over that over breakfast or rather, brunch, judging from the time now. We can't possibly join them downstairs for breakfast with that outbreak this morning, can we? Come on, wash up and we'll go for brunch at the café. Quick, quick, go wash up, I can't wait to see the "I'm - hitting -on- you Harry-Potter "waitress. Hurry up, will you?" Harry had to hold back laughter while pushed Ginny out of the room knowing perfectly well that he had made her mad. He just liked to make Ginny mad.
Harry laid back onto the bed, smiling happily to himself, waiting for Ginny to return from her shower. He suddenly realized that he was always happy nowadays. Wasn't he? Yes, he was, being around Ginny made him a happier person, his temper not always on the surface anymore.
"Hmmm.... I wonder what would I became, cooped up in his house without any friendly human company, at the end of his summer if Ginny hadn't came over. Maybe, Dumbledore would have to send me straight to St. Mungos, I would have gone mad, no doubt. Cheers to Ginny for keeping my sanity intact", Harry thought still smiling.
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The End!! TBC
