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Journey to NZ.
Blurb …
Mrs Weasley decides that everyone needs a break. So when things reach breaking point, they decide to go on holiday-to the land of the long white cloud, New Zealand.
But after an incident on the local mountain, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny find themselves landed in a local muggle school, in an attempt to blend in until their holidays over.
Will the Weasley's blend in? Will Ron ever work a cell phone? And how will Ron and Ginny react when Harry and Hermione have to kiss for drama class?
AU: Just pretend that the whole H/G thing didn't happen in HBP. Harry never fell for her, and Ginny still broke up with Dean as usual. Apart from that, everything's the same. Takes place in summer before 7th year.
CHAPTER TWO: Up, Up and Away.
"This is bizarre!" Ron said loudly, as they walked through the front doors of the muggle London's airport.
"This is so cool!" Ginny agreed, dragging her suitcase behind her.
"Ginny! Your wand is sticking out of your pocket!" Mrs Weasley hissed, stuffing it deeper into Ginny's pocket, so no one could see it.
"Does it matter?" Ginny asked in alarm, as they others also, pushed their wands out of sight.
"Yes! This is a muggle airport! You can't go round with wands sticking out of your pocket!" Mr Weasley said panicky
"Wow! So there are no wizards here, what so ever?" George asked catching up to them, after dragging over about 6 luggage trolleys.
"Nope." Lupin replied, struggling to lift his and Tonks's suitcases onto a trolley.
"So where to from here?" Mr Weasley asked enthusiastically, clapping his hands together.
"You don't know what to do?" Fred asked, "You were meant to be listening to that travel agent lady-what did she say?"
"I don't know! I was reading a travel brochure! It was very interesting-did you know that in India-"
"Arthur! Now is not the time! Our plane leaves in an hour, and you have no idea what to do!" Mrs Weasley cried
"Whose idea was it to have a muggle holiday?" Ron asked, sitting down on his suitcase.
"It's not going to be a muggle holiday!" Mrs Weasley said anxiously, glancing around as though hoping to see a sign saying, "Hopelessly lost witches and wizards get on your plane here!"
"Well why on earth are we going by plane? This is for muggle nutters like dad who want to know how aeroplanes stay up without magic!" Ginny complained.
"Look, this holiday is to relax, have fun, and learn the culture of New Zealand! But first we need to find the plane." Mrs Weasley said.
"Look, this is just too confusing, there are all these numbers and too many desks and conveyer belts!" said Tonks.
"Why don't we just ask for help?" Hermione said "I remember my mum and dad mentioning something about checking in our bags or something-"
"Great! You know what to do!" Mr Weasley said cheerfully.
"No! I said I just remembered something like that. Look, let's ask for help-"
After 40 minutes of total confusion and lots of scared muggles, the Weasley's, Harry, Hermione, Lupin, and Tonks had finally checked in their bags and were waiting in terminal 12, flight to New Zealand.
"That was a nightmare." Ron said, slumping into his seat. "When do we leave?"
"I don't know. This ticket says we leave at 10:00-" Fred started, but was interrupted by a loud voice echoing through the airport.
"Flight number NZ3465, London to Auckland, New Zealand, can now begin boarding."
After recovering from the shock of wondering how on earth a muggle could shout that loud without magic, the Weasley's and the other's realised that that was their flight and started to join the throng, heading towards the electronic machine and friendly staff, waiting to take their tickets.
"Amazing!" Mr Weasley exclaimed, watching the machine gobble up the tickets one by one as the staff lady fed them through a slot in the machine.
Everyone got a bit lost finding their way to their seats, not knowing what the numbers on the luggage racks were for.
Harry, Ron and Hermione jostled through the crowd and boarded the plane. The staff were a friendly bunch, and waved and said "Welcome!" to every person who walked past.
By the time Harry, Ron and Hermione managed to squeeze themselves into three empty seats by the right hand side window; a movie had suddenly stared playing from a square on the back of the seat in front of them:
"Now your lifejackets are found under your seats. To inflate them, you need to …"
"This is so pointless." Ron muttered, watching the lady demonstrating how to put on the life jacket, "Why don't they just fly on brooms to safety?"
"Ron, this is a muggle aeroplane-they don't fly on brooms!" Hermione hissed, now buckling her seatbelt.
"How does this thing work?" Ron was muttering, pressing random buttons on the armrest, next to him.
Harry laughed at Ron, while Hermione sighed and started to pull Ron's seat upright. Harry turned to the window next to him. He watched as little people walked around, wearing earmuffs and waving to each other. He watched as a guy driving a cart-like thing, drove along, carrying the entire load of luggage. He winced as he saw a guy at the top of a conveyer belt; throw a piece of luggage in without a care.
What would New Zealand be like? He had never been to another country, except for somewhere in Scotland, where Hogwarts was found. Would they be kind? Or would they be mean and careless, like the man throwing the luggage around without a care? And even more curiously, what would the wizards be like? The only other wizards he had met from different countries were those from three years ago during the Triwizard tournament.
Harry's stomach gave a jolt as he felt the plane move-they were getting ready to take off!
"Oh my god!" Ron said, sounding plain terrified. Harry looked over to see him, leaning back in his seat, eyes closed and with a look of terror on his face. Harry heard Hermione snort at Ron and Harry leaned over to see Ginny in the three middle seats, holding onto Fred's arm for dear life, who was looking as equally terrified. George was looking as if he were about to throw up.
"Harry, have you been on a plane before?" Hermione asked him, who was clearly not bothered by the planes sudden movement.
"No." Harry muttered, wishing she wouldn't talk to him-he felt as bad as Ron looked.
"Oh. Well looks like I'm going to be the only one used to living like a muggle then!" She said brightly, as Harry felt the plane turn to face down the runway.
Harry heard Mr Weasley say "Yay! This is fun!" and Mrs Weasley groan next to him.
Lupin was just saying to a vomiting Tonks "Come on, it's not that bad!" when with another jolt of his stomach, Harry watched as the plane moved faster and faster, until the plane was suddenly lifted into the air. He watched the airport grow smaller and smaller, as Ron threw up in the paper bag in the pocket on the seat in front of him.
"This is not my way to travel." He said weekly, as He and Hermione laughed. Harry had a feeling this was going to be a long flight.
"Ron! Ron, wake up!" Harry heard Hermione's voice say. And he jolted awake. The plane was now dark, with a few lights turned on. An airhostess was in the aisle beside Ron, asking him if he wanted a cup of tea.
"Uh! Feel sick …"
"We'll take three." Hermione said hastily, and the lady smiled sympathetically at Ron, who was looking slightly green.
"Here you go dear." The airhostess said, handing two cups to Hermione, who turned to Harry and said
"Here! Put this on your table."
"Huh?" Harry was confused as she thrust the tea at Harry and turned to get the third cup.
"Hermione-What table?" Harry asked, looking around.
Hermione sighed, turned something on the back of the seat in front of Harry, and a plastic table came folding down.
"Huh … neat!" Harry put the tea down and turned to look at Ron, who was still slightly green.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, taking a sip of tea.
"Not good." Ron muttered, now drinking his tea weekly.
"I don't think wizards are cut out for aeroplane travel." Hermione whispered to Harry. She seemed to be right. Ginny, Fred and George were all looking like Ron and behind them, Mrs Weasley was muttering "Oh, can't we just land all ready?" To Mr Weasley, who on the country, sounded as if he were having the time of his life."
"Come on now! This is fun! And when we get to New Zealand, we get to have even more fun with the muggle tourist attractions!"
Mrs Weasley gave another moan, while Tonks was complaining to Lupin that she needed another sick bag.
Just then, the entire aeroplane gave a nasty wobble, causing Harry to jump a mile and hear squawks of people around them as Ron spilt his tea.
The plane wobbled again, and the "Seat belts on" sign, flashed on. Harry could hear the rustle and clicks as everyone did their seat belts up.
When the plane wobbled for a third time, it didn't stop. Harry gripped the arm rest on both side on him, while Hermione had her eyes shut tight and Ron muttering under his breath "Stop, stop! Please let it stop!"
"May everyone please put their chairs in the upright position and trays done up? We are going through some minor turbulence, nothing to worry about, just keep your seat belts on until the sign turns off." A voice echoing through the plane said and everyone frantically put their chairs forward and Harry did up his tray with fumbling fingers.
"Hermione! What's happening? Are we going to crash?" Harry asked fearfully, as the lights flickered overhead and went out, as the plane wobbled uncontrollably through the air.
"We're just going through a rough patch, we'll be fine!" Hermione said loudly back, over the thumps of luggage falling of the luggage racks overhead.
"Everyone please remain in their seats while we try to turn around, we seem to have flown into a storm cloud." The voice said, and Harry saw Ron's eyes flicker open.
"Storm cloud?! What's going to happen? Will we be ok?" Ron's new fear seemed to have made him forget about feeling sick.
"We'll be fine!" Hermione said again, though now she was sounding scared herself.
Harry heard Ginny giving little terrified shrieks as the plane wobbled, and the twins swearing next to her.
Harry closed his eyes, until the wobbling finally stopped. He opened his eyes to see the lights had come back on and various people either picking up bags, or clutching their heart.
"We are sorry for the inconvenience." The voice said again and the "Seat belts on" sign flashed off. "You may now pick up your bags and enjoy the rest of your journey! We will be reaching Auckland airport in about 6 hours."
"That was the scariest …" Ron mumbled, who seemed to have forgotten he felt sick.
"Yeah … Ron, can I, er, have my hand back?" Hermione asked, turning a violent shade of crimson.
Ron looked down and Harry realised that Ron was holding Hermione's hand so hard, that it looked as if it was on the verge of turning purple. Ron must have grabbed hold to it in fright when the plane started to wobble.
"Oh … yeah, s-sorry about that." He quickly let go and Hermione rubbed her hand, wincing. Just then, the oxygen masks fell down. Harry looked questionably at Hermione, who laughed.
"A bit late for that now." She said.
"Well, 6 more hours … I'm sleeping! Wake me when it's time t-to go." Ron said quickly and turned away from Harry and Hermione.
"What?" Hermione said, to Harry smirking at her.
"Nothing!" Harry said quickly and also drifted off to sleep, his dreams full of friendly New Zealander's and Ron and Hermione holding hands.
"Our flight is almost over. Please put on your seat belts as we begin our descend." The voice said through the plane, some time later.
Harry woke with a jolt, and looked out of his window to see it was pitch black, except for the moon and stars.
"Thank god." Ron said, "I'm never again, coming on one of these things!"
"Come on Ron, it was fun!" Hermione said, gathering up various things from around their feet.
"Fun? That was scary!" Ginny said from across the aisle in the middle.
Hermione just sighed and slumped back in her seat, arms folded.
15 minutes later, the voice rang out again
"We will be reaching Auckland in 5 minutes time. It is currently 12:03am, Saturday morning. We hope you enjoy your stay in New Zealand!"
Landing … they were finally here! Harry felt relieved to be finally being getting off this stupid thing, but Ron looked sick again.
"Oh perfect … we get to land now! Can we take a portkey back home, mum?" Ron called to Mrs Weasley behind him, over the noises of people gathering things up and straightening their chairs.
"Sorry Ron, but a portkey isn't strong enough to take us half way around the globe." Mrs Weasley said, sounding glad to be almost there.
"We are now beginning our descend. Please do up your seat belts and trays and please put your chairs in up-right positions." The voice said, and Harry pulled the leaver next to his chair that would bring his chair foreword. He looked out of his window to see a black sky and hundreds of lights, which must be Auckland city below them.
Another airhostess was now coming around with a basket of lollies.
"Excellent!" Ron said, grabbing a handful "I'm so hungry!"
"Ron! You're only meant to take one so your ears don't pop on the way down." Hermione hissed at him, grabbing the lollies off him and handing them back to the shocked lady.
Harry could now see the airport looming closer and closer, as they got nearer to the ground. Harry braced himself for the touch back down, but to his surprise, the plane was very gentle in reaching the ground again.
When the plane had finally stopped, Harry and everyone else stood up and joined the crowd of people heading towards the plane exit.
"Thank god, we're finally out of there!" Ginny said, stretching her arms once they made it to the crowded airport, despite the hour of the morning.
"Never again." Fred said.
"What do we do now?" Ron asked Mrs Weasley
"Ok, some how, we need to get our bags." Lupin said, looking around for a sign of some sort.
"You'll want over there." Said a voice in a strange accent.
They all spun around to see a friendly staff member pointing to a sign saying "Arrivals"
"Oh. Thanks." Lupin said.
"Here for a holiday? You sound British." The lady asked.
"Oh, yes. Here for a holiday." Mr Weasley said enthusiastically
"Nice. Where you heading?" The lady asked, while Fred clicked his tongue impatiently, and Mrs Weasley shoved him, hissing, "Don't be rude!"
"Um …" Mr Weasley looked at a loss. "I think it's called … Rotorua?" Mr Weasley had pulled out Hermione's book.
"Oh yes, Rotorua. Nice place there. Planning on seeing the geysers and hot pools?"
"Hot pools? I like the sound of that!" Tonks said to Ginny who agreed with interest.
Girls. Harry thought as the lady bid them a safe journey and they headed off to a large conveyer belt of some kind.
"She was very nice." Mrs Weasley said as luggage started to come onto the conveyer belt.
"Yes, she was. Is that they're all like here?" George asked. Suddenly, a large, business looking man knocked him aside as he reached down and picked up a silver briefcase from the conveyer belt.
"Watch it!" He said and dashed off.
"Apparently not," George muttered, rubbing his arm, where the man had knocked into it.
"Oh, look! There are our bags!" Mr Weasley said, pointing out everyone's bags.
Some half an hour later, (Harry and the others had caused a huge fiasco as Mr Weasley didn't realise that the luggage would come back after one round, and was running after his suitcase, knocking people aside so he could get it before it disappeared.) Harry and the other's had finally gotten their luggage, and were now waiting in the cool night air outside, for a muggle taxi.
"Look! There's one!" Harry pointed out, as a large white van pulled up on the street, with the words "Fast Taxi's on its way!" painted on its side.
"Where to?" The driver asked, turning to look at them, obviously surprised at all the Weasley's flaming red hair.
"The Noveltel in Rotorua." Mrs Weasley said, reading off the reservation papers she was holding.
"Rotorua? All righty then." The driver said and they shot off into the night.
A/N: Hehehe ... Weasley's in a muggle airport? Hard to imagine, eh? Lol I quite like this chapter. Please tell me what you think, and whether i should bother continuing. p