I know it's been a while, but I've had a busy summer. I've been to two church camps in July, and my church is doing vacation Bible school next week, and I've been helping with decoration.
I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY OC'S!
Blah- Stuff from the books
Chapter Two: The Burrow
The next morning was spent packing the stuff that I hadn't packed the day before. I was going to the Burrow where one of my friends, Ron Weasley, lived. Mr. Weasley would be picking me up through the Floo network.
I waited beside the fireplace with my belongings. After a few minutes, emerald flames appeared in the fireplace. A thin, balding man (whose hair was still fiery red) walked out of the flames.
"Ah, yes," Mr. Weasley said. "You must be Danielle. Ron's told us all about you and Harry of course." He looked around the room and stared at the TV. "Oh, the Felly-Tision! I still have yet to figure out how Muggles can get pictures to move without magic! Fascinating!"
"It's television, Mr. Weasley," I said, "and please, call me Dani."
"My mistake. And you are-?"
"Crystal Smith," Aunt Crystal replied. "This is Dani's friend, Tori Woods."
"I am Sarah Hart, and this is my daughter Mandy Brocklehurst."
"It is wonderful to finally meet you," Mr. Weasley said. "My name is Arthur Weasley, as Dani may have told you. It's a great pleasure to be in a Muggle house!" Miss Hart laughed nervously. "Well, Dani, if you're ready, it's time to go. Molly is dying to meet you."
I hugged everyone good-bye and then stepped into the emerald fire with Nightwing's cage and my toiletries' bag. I said as clearly as I could, "The Burrow!"
I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't get dizzy, and I pulled my things close to me. After a few hot, dizzying moments, I slid out of a fireplace. I opened my eyes to a small kitchen with a large table and some chairs crammed around it. A clock on one of the walls had one and no numbers.
A short, plump, kind-faced woman stood up from the table. "Danielle," she said as she walked up and shook my hand. "Have you had breakfast, dear?"
"Yes, ma'am, but I'm looking forward to having lunch. I heard that your cooking matches the food at Hogwarts."
Mrs. Weasley's face reddened. "Thank you for your kind words."
I heard footsteps on the stairs. A second later, a tall boy with flaming red hair walked in. "Hey, Dani," Ron Weasley said. Another second later, a girl with flaming red hair walked down.
"H-hi," she said nervously and then ran up the stairs.
"Who's that?" I asked, even though I knew it was my brother's future wife, Ginny Weasley.
"Ginny. She normally isn't that shy," Ron said.
"I can kind of understand," I said. "She more than likely has heard of Harry and me being God-like. And now I'm here."
Emerald flames erupted in the fireplace, and Mr. Weasley walked out, dragging along my suitcase
"Let me show you where to sleep, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. She pulled out her wand and said, "Locomoter Trunk!" My suitcase rose in the air and followed her as she walked up the stairs. I climbed them after her until we reached the third landing.
Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door, which opened, revealing Ginny standing there. "Ginny, would you be a dear and help Danielle with her things?"
Ginny nodded nervously. Her room was small but cozy. She had a couple of posters of the Weird Sisters and one of the Wimbourne (sp?) Wasps. She had a large window near her bed overlooking the front yard.
"I like your style," I said, trying to break the ice. Ginny just nodded. It would take a while for her to get used to me.
The next night as I was brushing my teeth, Ron came in and whispered, "Fred, George, and I are going to go get Harry. You want in?"
"'Ow awee goma geth him?" I asked, my mouth still full of toothpaste.
"What?"
I spit out the toothpaste into the sink. "I said, 'How are we going to get him?'"
"We're going to use Dad's flying car."
"I have a better idea: How about we say to your parents that I saw Harry in trouble through a vision? It would be safer and legal… I think."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"If you go through with this, your mom will be very mad. You could get into a lot of trouble."
"I didn't think of that."
"That's why I'm in Ravenclaw. Okay, I'll come with you, but you're going to have to leave a note."
When it got close to midnight, I put my clothes from that day back on and stuffed some bobby pins in my pocket. I tiptoed out of Ginny's room and down the stairs. I met Ron, Fred, and George in the kitchen, and we walked outside and climbed into the car.
About an hour later, the flying car hovered right next to Harry's window. I started rattling the bars. It took a few minutes, but Harry woke up and walked to the window.
What- How- Harry stammered as he stared at the car.
Could you open the window? I thought.
What's going on? Harry pushed the window open so that he could talk to Ron, Fred, and George.
"All right, Harry?" George asked.
"What's going on, Harry?" Ron asked kind of bluntly. "Dani says a house-elf has been stopping her letters. Is that what's been happening to yours? Is that why you wouldn't write back?"
"Yeah. Listen, you've got to tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and-"
"Who said anything about leaving you here?" I asked.
Dani, these bars are more than likely to strong for you and-
"You forget who I've got with me."
"Tie that around the bars," Fred said as he threw the end of a rope at Harry.
"If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead," Harry said as he tied the rope around the bars.
"Stand back!"
Harry moved to the back of his room. Fred revved the car until the bars tore out of the window. Fred pulled up into the air, and Ron and I hoisted the bars up. Fred reversed to Harry's window.
"Get in," Ron said.
"But all my Hogwarts stuff – my wand – my broomstick-"
"No problem," George said. "Out of the way, Harry."
George and I crawled out of the car and through the window. I pulled a bobby pin out of my pocket and handed it to George, who started picking the lock. A minute later, the lock clicked, and I opened the door quietly.
"Watch out for the bottom stair – it creaks," Harry whispered as George and I walked out and onto the dark landing.
"Where's his stuff?" George whispered after we climbed down the stairs.
"The cupboard under the stairs."
George picked the lock with a bobby pin, and the door clicked open. I found Harry's trunk and tried to levitate it with my telekinesis. Blue and purple sparks surrounded, but it only got higher than my thighs. George noticed and helped me lift it. We tiptoed up the stairs (careful to skip the creaky one) and into Harry's room. Harry helped me shove his trunk into the back seat and picked up Hedwig's cage.
My foot caught on something, and then I fell over, Hedwig's cage rattling loudly, and the owl inside screeching.
"THAT RUDDY OWL!" Uncle Vernon screamed from his and Aunt Petunia's room.
"Darn it!" I got up and handed Hedwig to Ron. I helped Harry get out, and then the door crashed open. I froze for a second, and then made a jump for the back seat of the car. Vernon grabbed my ankle as I was jumping, though, and made me slam into the window frame. I felt arms grab me and pull as hard as they could.
"Hi, Uncle Vernon," I said as cheerfully as I could while being tugged.
Vernon let go in surprise. Harry pulled me into the car and slammed the door shut. The car shot toward the moon.
Harry rolled down the window and shouted at the dumbstruck Dursleys, "See you next summer!"
All five of us started roaring with laughter.
A/N Whoo! Finally got this chapter out. Hopefully, I might get this story out much faster than the first one because of Lockhart. Ciao!