CHAPTER TWO: The New Beginning

Meanwhile back in Britain, Harry and Hermione (finally got it) were shopping in Diagon Alley with Hermione's dentist (shudder) parents.

"So, has Ronald written you yet?" asked Hermione.

"Nope, well, I guess it's because he's only been gone six hours..." replied Harry.

"Jolly good," said Hermione's dad, umm, Mr. Granger, "we've got all of the magical tooth care devices from Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. They're clean out!"

"Dad..."said Hermione, picking up a toothbrush, which immediately turned into a pus-spitting moth, "I forgot to tell you about Fred and George's sense of humor."

"Uggh," he replied,wiping pus out of his hair.

"Whoa, look at this," Harry said, pointing to Quality Quidditch Supplies.

Indeed, there was a gaggle of people forming around the shop. Harry, Hemione and her slime-covered parents walked over to the crowd, pushing their way to the window.

"Whoa," Harry repeated.

There, in the window was the Swiffer Clean n' Fly. It was so beautiful that Harry stared at it like it was food and he was Oprah. The price in the window said that the broom cost five hundred Galleons, way out of Harry's finances' limit.

"Harry, I know what you're thinking," said Hermione anxiously, "but you've still got five years of school..."

"What the heck are you talking about? We only have two!" replied Harry impaitently.

"Oh, well, last year I crashed your broom into that concrete wall and got that concussion, and ever since then I have a memory like a zombified cancerous turtle."

Harry worked out his money, and decided that if he paid for the broom in installments, plus if he sold his Firebolt (sniff), then he would have enough for Hogwarts. They walked into the shop; which closely resembled a vacuum retail building.

"Hello, sir?" Harry said to the manager, who was dealing with some Scandinavian witches trying to pay in goats blood.

"Shoo!" he said to the plump witches, and then turned to Harry,"Yes?"

"Um, I'd like to buy that Ferrari...I mean broomstick in the window."

Harry handed over the money and retrieved the broom from the manager. It was wrapped in a gold and yellow bag that shined like Cho Chang's hair in the sunlight...ahem...

"Oh my goodness!" squealed Hermione like a test rat atthe sight of theSwiffer.

"I'm going to ride it to your house," Harry beamed triumphantly.

"No, Harry..."

But before he knew it he was in the air on the blue handle of the Swiffer. He soared over downtown London; his new broom flying even better that his old Firebolt. The sun danced gently on the handle of the broom as the wind brushed his hair. He did'nt think that brooms could be made any better.

In the distance, he heard a slight buzzing noise. He looked over his shoulder, and there were two fighter jets zooming on his tail. He pulled an evasive manouver as if he was dodging a Bludger. Just in time too, because he heard machine gun bullets whizzing over where his head had been moments earlier. How am I going to get out of this? he thought to himself.

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Ron Weasley threw a hand-me-down duffel bag onto the spring matress of his new room. They had moved into a new home in the countryside which his dad had christened The Burrow II (how original). Their new home was nicer than the Burrow I, but the only drawback was that each room was stackd on top of one another, so the whole structure was eight stories tall.

"What the heck, Dad?" Ginny had asked upon seeing the new house.

"It's only temporary sweetie, until we get out of the sheep-dung business and I get a new job in the Ministry here."

Indeed, the house had come with an old sheep-dung farm. They had "inherited" the farm from their great aunt Hilka, who had been in the business since after the war. Now the sheep refused to leave, and they ate a diet of only cat liver and fourteen year old scotch.

Ron and Ginny were enrolled in the local George Washington Military Wizarding school, the only wizarding school within one hundred miles. Brutal, harsh military/wizarding tactics were apparently the "only proper training method" in America.

Ron did not know how he was going to survive this. The same thoughts were shared by his best friend, Harry Potter, in another continent.

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Author's Note: Well as you can see my chapter's are not short, nor very long. I apologize but I prefer it this way for this story. More about Harry and what happens to him on his broom...Will Rn survive lif ein America? Will he ever see his best freinds agian? Next chapter to come...plz review