As we regained ourselves, and stood up, there was a big scary Dark Lighter stood in the living room.
"Crap! Okay, anyone who's a white lighter, run!" Phoebe shouted. Alexa, Sage, and I looked at each other and ran into the sun room. Phoebe told the others to try and get rid of it, as she ran upstairs to get the book. We stood in the sun room, trying to hear what was going on, when the Dark Lighter popped in behind us. We turned around and screamed, running towards the stairs. We ran up stairs, trying to take cover in our room, when, AGAIN, we ran into the freaking Dark Lighter. We turned around to run back down the stairs, when the Dark Lighter aimed his poisonous arrow, and shot me in the back. I screamed in pain, and tumbled down the stairs just behind my sisters. All of the girls screamed, and carried me over to the couch, laying me on my stomach.
"What the bloody hell's going on?" Ron asked as the four Weasley's, Sage, Jennifer, and Susanne gathered around the couch.
"Dark Lighter, hang on," Alexa said, turning her attention to him, blowing him up with her hand.
"Ow. Ow. Oh ow, shit!" I said, the arrow stinging the back of my right shoulder. Alexa ran back to the couch, tears in her eyes, orbed the arrow out and onto the coffee table.
"I'll go tell Phoebe," Alexa said, trying to hide how scared she was.
"What's up with this…..Dark Lighter?" Ron asked.
"Well," Sage started. "Dark Lighters try to….kill White Lighters. Like us. Like…Stephanie. The poison in their arrows is deadly. Hopefully Phoebe can brew up a potion that'll quickly get rid of the poison." There was a rush of footsteps, as Phoebe and Alexa came running down the stairs. Sage and Suze stood up, following them into the kitchen to brew a potion. Jennifer stayed with me. I started sweating, breathing heavier, and becoming light headed.
"Why does this crap always happen to me?" I asked sarcastically.
"Maybe it comes with being Harry's girl," Jennifer joked.
"My lover-boy?" I joked back.
"Ya, him," Jennifer smiled, as Alexa came in with some nasty looking stuff in a cup.
"Don't tell me I have to drink that," I frowned, as she gave me the drink. I sat up a little, and drank all of it, which almost made me gag.
"Ok, no we're gonna have to patch your arm up. So…uhm…anyone who doesn't want to see Stephanie half naked, leave. Wait, never mind. Arthur do you mid taking the girls and their things to the Burrow, then coming back to get Stephanie so you can all go get Harry?" Phoebe asked.
"Sure, we'll be back soon. Common girls, get your things and let's go," Mr. Weasley said ushering them all towards the fireplace. One by one, they all left with their things, and mine. Phoebe patched up my arm, and helped me sit back up by the time the Weasley's had returned. "Better now?" Fred and George said at the same time. I rolled my eyes and nodded.
"Well then, that's great. Unfortunately, we are a bit late. But no worries, no worries. Harry shouldn't be too upset. I will go first, and then Fred, then George, then you and Ron shall go," Mr. Weasley said. We watched as he left, then a few moments later Fred and George left. I said goodbye to Phoebe, and stepped into the fireplace with Ron. I grabbed his hand, which felt weird, because it was Ron, and not Harry. I closed my eyes, as we were engulfed in green flames, and started spinning.
When we landed, it wasn't very calmly. We fell hard onto three other people, who happened to be Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George.
"What're we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" Ron asked. I tried standing up, stepping on somebody's feet, the wound on my back hurting.
"Oh no, Ron. No this is exactly where we wanted to end up," Fred said sarcastically.
"Ya, we're having the time of our lives here," George mumbled.
"Boys, boys…" Mr. Weasley said weakly. "I'm trying to think what to do…Yes…only way. Stand back, Harry." I heard someone walking away from the fireplace.
"Wait," I heard Harry's Uncle Vernon bellow. "What exactly are you-" Before he could finish, Mr. Weasley had pulled out his wand and blasted the boards out of the way. Once the dust had settled, we stepped out, to see the Dursley's cowering in fear behind the sofa.
"That's better. Ah-you must be Harry's uncle," Mr. Weasley said, straightening himself up, stepping towards Vernon, offering him his hand. Vernon just looked at it in disgust, backing away from him. I rolled my eyes at the wimpy Dursley's, and smiled when I saw Harry.
"Stephanie?" he asked, smiling. I returned the smile, and hugged him. "What're you doing?"
"I came with them to get you. We're orbing out, so there's no chance of repeating what happened with Diagon Alley," I said. I leaned up and whispered into his ear, "I have to tell you about a dream I had. Not here though." He looked at me, and nodded.
"Er - yes - sorry about that," said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate." I looked at Harry, and we both thought the same thing, they hadn't understood a word he said.
"Hello, Harry. Got your trunk ready?" Mr. Weasley said, changing the subject.
"It's upstairs," Harry said, grinning.
"We'll get it," said Fred at once.
"Well," said Mr. Weasley, swinging his arms slightly, while he tried to find words to break the very nasty silence. "Very - erm - very nice place you've got here. Sorry we're a bit late. We ran into a…a bit of a situation at Stephanie's. I do hope you're feeling alright." I smiled and nodded.
"What happened?" Harry asked, looking at me concerned.
"Dark Lighter. I'll explain later," I said, as Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry's school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins. Oh no, what's going on in their mind? I though.
"Ah, right," Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then." He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. I had to laugh to myself, as I saw the Dursleys draw back against the wall.
"Incendio!" Mr. Weasley said, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him. Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever. "Off you go then, Fred."
"Coming," said Fred. "Oh no - hang on -" A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers. Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, saying "the Burrow!" Harry's aunt gave a little shuddering gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.
"Right then, George," Mr. Weasley said, "you and the trunk." Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with a second whoosh, George cried "the Burrow!" and vanished too. "Ron, you next."
"See you," said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He smiled at the two of us, then stepped into the fire, shouted "the Burrow!" and disappeared. Harry, Mr. Weasley and I were all that remained.
"Well… 'bye then," Harry said to the Dursleys. They didn't say anything at all. Harry came over, and took my hand. I was ready to orb us out, when we heard these horrible gagging sounds, and I saw Dudley kneeling beside the coffee table. We saw this nasty, long purple thing coming out of his mouth, and we realized that it was his tongue.
"We better go," I said, as Mr. Weasley tried to convince the Dursleys he could fix it.
"Aw, but it'd be so fun to stay and watch," Harry pouted playfully. I rolled my eyes and orbed us to the Burrow.
As we regained ourselves, and stood up, there was a big scary Dark Lighter stood in the living room.
"Crap! Okay, anyone who's a white lighter, run!" Phoebe shouted. Alexa, Sage, and I looked at each other and ran into the sun room. Phoebe told the others to try and get rid of it, as she ran upstairs to get the book. We stood in the sun room, trying to hear what was going on, when the Dark Lighter popped in behind us. We turned around and screamed, running towards the stairs. We ran up stairs, trying to take cover in our room, when, AGAIN, we ran into the freaking Dark Lighter. We turned around to run back down the stairs, when the Dark Lighter aimed his poisonous arrow, and shot me in the back. I screamed in pain, and tumbled down the stairs just behind my sisters. All of the girls screamed, and carried me over to the couch, laying me on my stomach.
"What the bloody hell's going on?" Ron asked as the four Weasley's, Sage, Jennifer, and Susanne gathered around the couch.
"Dark Lighter, hang on," Alexa said, turning her attention to him, blowing him up with her hand.
"Ow. Ow. Oh ow, shit!" I said, the arrow stinging the back of my right shoulder. Alexa ran back to the couch, tears in her eyes, orbed the arrow out and onto the coffee table.
"I'll go tell Phoebe," Alexa said, trying to hide how scared she was.
"What's up with this…..Dark Lighter?" Ron asked.
"Well," Sage started. "Dark Lighters try to….kill White Lighters. Like us. Like…Stephanie. The poison in their arrows is deadly. Hopefully Phoebe can brew up a potion that'll quickly get rid of the poison." There was a rush of footsteps, as Phoebe and Alexa came running down the stairs. Sage and Suze stood up, following them into the kitchen to brew a potion. Jennifer stayed with me. I started sweating, breathing heavier, and becoming light headed.
"Why does this crap always happen to me?" I asked sarcastically.
"Maybe it comes with being Harry's girl," Jennifer joked.
"My lover-boy?" I joked back.
"Ya, him," Jennifer smiled, as Alexa came in with some nasty looking stuff in a cup.
"Don't tell me I have to drink that," I frowned, as she gave me the drink. I sat up a little, and drank all of it, which almost made me gag.
"Ok, no we're gonna have to patch your arm up. So…uhm…anyone who doesn't want to see Stephanie half naked, leave. Wait, never mind. Arthur do you mid taking the girls and their things to the Burrow, then coming back to get Stephanie so you can all go get Harry?" Phoebe asked.
"Sure, we'll be back soon. Common girls, get your things and let's go," Mr. Weasley said ushering them all towards the fireplace. One by one, they all left with their things, and mine. Phoebe patched up my arm, and helped me sit back up by the time the Weasley's had returned. "Better now?" Fred and George said at the same time. I rolled my eyes and nodded.
"Well then, that's great. Unfortunately, we are a bit late. But no worries, no worries. Harry shouldn't be too upset. I will go first, and then Fred, then George, then you and Ron shall go," Mr. Weasley said. We watched as he left, then a few moments later Fred and George left. I said goodbye to Phoebe, and stepped into the fireplace with Ron. I grabbed his hand, which felt weird, because it was Ron, and not Harry. I closed my eyes, as we were engulfed in green flames, and started spinning.
When we landed, it wasn't very calmly. We fell hard onto three other people, who happened to be Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George.
"What're we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" Ron asked. I tried standing up, stepping on somebody's feet, the wound on my back hurting.
"Oh no, Ron. No this is exactly where we wanted to end up," Fred said sarcastically.
"Ya, we're having the time of our lives here," George mumbled.
"Boys, boys…" Mr. Weasley said weakly. "I'm trying to think what to do…Yes…only way. Stand back, Harry." I heard someone walking away from the fireplace.
"Wait," I heard Harry's Uncle Vernon bellow. "What exactly are you-" Before he could finish, Mr. Weasley had pulled out his wand and blasted the boards out of the way. Once the dust had settled, we stepped out, to see the Dursley's cowering in fear behind the sofa.
"That's better. Ah-you must be Harry's uncle," Mr. Weasley said, straightening himself up, stepping towards Vernon, offering him his hand. Vernon just looked at it in disgust, backing away from him. I rolled my eyes at the wimpy Dursley's, and smiled when I saw Harry.
"Stephanie?" he asked, smiling. I returned the smile, and hugged him. "What're you doing?"
"I came with them to get you. We're orbing out, so there's no chance of repeating what happened with Diagon Alley," I said. I leaned up and whispered into his ear, "I have to tell you about a dream I had. Not here though." He looked at me, and nodded.
"Er - yes - sorry about that," said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate." I looked at Harry, and we both thought the same thing, they hadn't understood a word he said.
"Hello, Harry. Got your trunk ready?" Mr. Weasley said, changing the subject.
"It's upstairs," Harry said, grinning.
"We'll get it," said Fred at once.
"Well," said Mr. Weasley, swinging his arms slightly, while he tried to find words to break the very nasty silence. "Very - erm - very nice place you've got here. Sorry we're a bit late. We ran into a…a bit of a situation at Stephanie's. I do hope you're feeling alright." I smiled and nodded.
"What happened?" Harry asked, looking at me concerned.
"Dark Lighter. I'll explain later," I said, as Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry's school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins. Oh no, what's going on in their mind? I though.
"Ah, right," Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then." He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. I had to laugh to myself, as I saw the Dursleys draw back against the wall.
"Incendio!" Mr. Weasley said, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him. Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever. "Off you go then, Fred."
"Coming," said Fred. "Oh no - hang on -" A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers. Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, saying "the Burrow!" Harry's aunt gave a little shuddering gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.
"Right then, George," Mr. Weasley said, "you and the trunk." Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with a second whoosh, George cried "the Burrow!" and vanished too. "Ron, you next."
"See you," said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He smiled at the two of us, then stepped into the fire, shouted "the Burrow!" and disappeared. Harry, Mr. Weasley and I were all that remained.
"Well… 'bye then," Harry said to the Dursleys. They didn't say anything at all. Harry came over, and took my hand. I was ready to orb us out, when we heard these horrible gagging sounds, and I saw Dudley kneeling beside the coffee table. We saw this nasty, long purple thing coming out of his mouth, and we realized that it was his tongue.
"We better go," I said, as Mr. Weasley tried to convince the Dursleys he could fix it.
"Aw, but it'd be so fun to stay and watch," Harry pouted playfully. I rolled my eyes and orbed us to the Burrow.