First off, I'd like to say…wow, two reviews in a day….That may not sound like much to you, but it's enough to inspire me to write even though I have finals for all of this week that I should be studying for. Remember, the more you review, the more I'll update. Also, if your reviews have meaningful criticism, I might also post better chapters. I'd like to thank sanystyle and Otaku24 for being those two reviewers. To answer your question, sany, you'll just have to wait and see.
Really? Did nobody catch my references? Oh well, maybe next time….
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, or else Harry would have brought a gun to school and shot up the Slytherins, and then died in prison. Or something.
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Recap:
As he was spat out of the fireplace violently enough to knock over the toddler sitting in front of it, Harry realized that he had never got around to mastering the floo. He had just apparated everywhere in the few lives he'd lived that had been magical. Catching sight of twin boys peeking at him with wicked grins from around the corner, Harry was reminded of why, exactly, he had thought fondly of the Weasleys in some of his past lives. Not for the dull ones, but for the ones who shared his fondness for explosions.
Grinning back, Harry wondered if he would have to pay for it if he exploded the Burrow.
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As Harry stood there, a bustling woman that Harry recognized as the most ginger thing he had ever seen walked out from an area that, judging by her apron, was probably a kitchen. He really needed to find a pensive or some other way of remembering his first life….it really had been a long, long time ago.
"Hello dear! I'm Molly, but you can just call me mum. You're Harry Potter, right?" she asked, moving forward for what was sure to be a nefarious purpose.
Getting ready to explode his Chimera preemptively in case of an attack, Harry responded, "No, madam, I am actually William Harrison, though it is easy enough, I suppose to see the difference."
Seeing his lie as what it was, she eyed him uncertainly and looked pleadingly at Dumbledore, who was attempting to sneak towards the front door. Sighing, he looked back and, espying the twins, told them to take Harry and introduce him to everybody.
As Harry was guided around the corner by the grinning but still-silent twins, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley ask Dumbledore, "Is it normal for a child to talk like that?"
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"So this," twin number one started, "Is our room," twin number two finished.
"Is there a way to tell you two apart?" Harry asked them. Seeing them shake their heads negatively, Harry ripped a leg off of the Chimera, strode into the room, and dipped the leg into a pile of goo that was leaking out of one of the beds that was sitting in the room. Walking back to the confused twins, Harry swiped the limb-turned-paintbrush across the closer twin's face and dubbed him dumb.
"You," Harry said pointing at the other twin, "Are dumber." The twins stared at Harry until he shook his tiny fist threateningly at them. This, one of the twins thought, was something they could understand. Laughing at the threat from the boy they thought was three years younger than them, they walked over to him and, grabbing Harry's arm, started guiding them towards the house's staircase.
Walking up it, they started pointing out the rooms of people that weren't lucky enough to have a twin. "That's Ron's room," the one dubbed Dumb said, "which is where you'll be sleeping," Dumber finished.
Walking past it, they continued to point out various rooms. "That one's Percy's, don't bother with him." "He really is a dreadful bore."
As they progressed upstairs, Harry realized that the Weasley parents probably went at it like rabbits to have so many children. It really was almost biblical, even if he learned from a passing remark that Arthur was one of sixteen children.
"Used to be seventeen children, but Mikey went and exploded one day. Nobody really knows why."
And there we go, more Weasleys. Harry really was impressed at this point.
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Going downstairs, Harry pondered why the Weasleys would name their attic ghoul Churm. He was distracted by his train of thought by the sheer amount of food that was sitting on the table as he arrived in the kitchen. He thought it looked….wonderful, with the exception of the chicken that was hiding under a plate of shepard's pie.
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"Harry, you know that screaming 'die chicken die' at the dinner table and exploding it isn't very polite, don't you," Mrs. Weasley asked him worriedly. She would have to deal with him for the next thirteen years whether he understood that or not, and was understandably worried. Putting his head down, Harry mumbled an affirmative.
"Now dear, why don't you apologize to Arthur for ruining his nice Muggle business suit?" Upon hearing that, Arthur let out a quiet sob. He had loved that suit.
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The following years passed in much the same fashion, with Harry exploding things and destroying Arthur's muggle toys. Once, he had even found a Glock in Arthur's shed, and had been quick to steal and enchant it for possible later use. After all, one never knows when a little Glocking can go a long way, right?
Either way, Harry's years at the Burrow passed quickly, but were good years for him. Before he knew it, he was ten, and his eleventh birthday was coming up in a few short hours. The Weasleys would not be celebrating it with him until the following night, as Arthur still had work and the twins weren't due to get back from their friend Lee's house until noon.
Harry had something special planned to thank them for caring for him much the same as they had for their own children, and was greatly looking forward to it.
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Yes, yes, I know, this chapter DID kind of suck. At least, it did in my opinion, but I needed at least another two chapters from the beginning to get Harry to Hogwarts. He'll likely start it in Chapter Five, so you still have another one to go before he gets here. Did anybody catch the references? This chapter had quite a few.
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