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'...' thoughts.
"..."talking.
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Chapter 5
Before Kagome knew it, it was morning and she was already whisked away from her pile of blankets and various pillows, and taken to the living room, Fred grabbed a handful of a glittery, silver powder as they made their way to the fireplace.
Kagome looked on in confusion and slight suspicion, thinking back to when Ron appeared from nowhere out of the fireplace in a puff of green smoke, was this the powder that was used?
Fred and George nodded to each other and Fred lifted his hand full of powder "Diagon Alley!" with that he threw the powder to the ground and emerald flames licked at their legs, making Kagome panic and yelped in fright not understanding, next thing she knows the twins were walking out of another fireplace and they were in Diagon Alley.
'How?' She snapped her head to the two boys, not understanding. Looking around no one seem surprised at all...they weren't even acknowledged, Kagome looked behind them at the fireplace as they walked off and noticed plumes of green fire and smoke as another person came out of the fireplace wearing an odd sort of robe.
Kagome felt her eyes widen, where the heck was this new world? In her time in the shop she admitted she saw odd looking people, wearing the oddest of things. Her mind went back to the conversation she heard on the day the Fred and George found her in the animal shop.
She recalled a crowd of people in front of that very shop talking about broomsticks of all things and something known as Quidditch and how the Irish put an order in for something known as the Firebolt and from what she knew that was the broomstick.
Kagome snickered in her mind, imagining her grandfather stroking the broom that he used to use to sweep the shrine grounds lovingly and calling it some odd name fondly.
She had been reminded at the time, of witches and how they would fly on broomsticks in her children's books when she was younger, they would be green and were covered with warts and always owned a black cat that was considered bad luck.
(AN: How unknowingly close she is to the truth xD)
Shaking her head she looked around her surroundings, eyeing all the stores and people around her and the boys.
Diagon Alley... Diagon Alley! She stiffened. 'Are they taking me back?' she felt her eyes widen in horror. They wouldn't would they?
Feeling her heart race she stretched out her powers to feel their aura's so that she could get a feel of their emotions...there was nothing out of the ordinary except excitement. What were they so excited about?
Kagome gave a jolt when she recognised the area, it was the shop!
She gave a whimper not understanding, what was happening? They surely wouldn't save her just to take her back? She wasn't sure what to do, she felt no malice coming from them, yet they were just around the corner from the shop.
She tensed further the closer they got, she narrowed her eyes 'If they step one foot near the shot, I'm making a run for it' she thought with determination, doubting her instincts.
George looked down worriedly at the creature in his arms 'What's wrong with her?' she seemed to be ready make a dash for it. George felt his chest well slightly in sadness, did she really want to get away from them that badly?
It was only until they passed the shop and didn't step towards it did she calm down, relief spread through her. Fred seeing her relaxing form put a hand on George's shoulder and stopped him, George stopped his sulking and looked at his brother in surprise.
He tilted his head to shop that they passed and a look of understanding crossed his face, Fred bent down to Kagome height and looked her in her azure eyes "Kagome, we weren't going to take you back, trust us". He knew he seemed silly talking to her as if she could understand him in the first place and in public no less but he felt he had to do something.
Kagome stared into his eyes 'I feel like I can trust them already...why?' she felt a reassuring squeeze from George and nodded her head at Fred much to his confusion 'Does she-' his thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly lurched forward, just barely catching himself from falling into Kagome and his brother.
He swung around in surprise and frowned confusedly at the large amount of people around the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop before a bright smile lit his face.
"Dad better have tickets!" he stated happily, whirling around to look at them, George grinned with an enthusiastic nod of his head, Kagome looked at them confusedly, next thing she knew they were heading into the shop with the massive amount of people.
Her ears laid back on her head in distress 'Why me...?'
'I think I'm now claustrophobic...' Kagome mumbled in her head in irritation, her ear twitching in pain, she understood that this Quidditch was a sport with broomsticks (something she just didn't understand) and she knew for a fact that most males loved sports what she didn't understand was, was their need to squeal!
Kami, her ears were still ringing from the experience.
Kagome jolted when she felt a new aura in the house and looked in the direction of the kitchen curiously.
They made their way into the kitchen of the Burrow, Kagome sniffed and instantly smelt a new scent that smelt quite effeminate of flowers .
Fred and George had looks of surprise on their face when they saw Hermione there in the kitchen sitting at the table with Molly, drinking tea. Kagome looked over the new person, the girl seemed to be around Ron's age, with bushy brown hair and hazel eyes.
Seeing the look on their faces Molly sighed and glowered at her boys "Well don't act surprised, I told you both before you left that Hermione would be coming over today for the World cup on the 22nd".
Their mouths fell open, Kagome snorted at their faces in amusement, causing Hermione to shift her attention from the two red heads to the curiously black fox within George's arms. 'What in Merlins name are they doing with a fox?' she thought to herself bewildered.
"Dad got tickets?!" they whispered almost fervently, Molly bit back a smile and stayed silent for several moments, the boys slowly leaning closer and closer to their mother in impatience, willing their mother to answer their please with their eyes.
Kagome rolled her eyes at their behaviour, the action not going unnoticed by the scrutinizing young witch in the room who narrowed her eyes at the action in suspicion.
Molly smiled at the twin scowls she was receiving "Of course he did, wouldn't miss it for the world!" she stated with a grin.
The two of them gave a whoop of excitement, startling the poor fox, who barked at them in a reprimand as he her ears if anything laid back further against her head than they already had been from the pain of earlier.
Kagome whimpered inwardly at the ache that seemed to forever wish to stay there 'How on earth did Inuyasha or Kouga, heck even Sesshoumaru could ever stand loud noises?' Kagome thought back to all the time Inuyasha and Kouga used to fight, how did they even manage to stand each other's voices screaming at one another, it was loud back then to her' poor of hearing' human ears.
"Ah sorry girl" Fred apologised sympathetically gently stroking her ears, Molly smiled at the action, Hermoine on the other hand still had a look of suspicion that held amazement, while she did understand that the twins obviously cared for their family, she knew that their worlds rotated around each other, so it was different to see their attention on something else other than themselves.
"If Hermione is coming with us, I'm guessing Harry is as well?" George questioned eager to see his younger friend, it had been quite a while since they hadn't been at Hogwarts since June.
Molly nodded "Yes, I've gotten Ron to send Harry a letter with Pig, I've also sent the Dursley's a letter if he can attend as well-" Fred interrupted her "They won't let Harry attend though, you know that" he pointed out.
"Thus why, even with or without their consent we will be retrieving Harry this Sunday" she said with an irritated smile, she really did dislike the way they treated Harry, he was like a son to her and it hurt her to know that he had to stay with the Dursely's when on break.
The twins gave mischievous grins each, while Kagome looked around the room confused.
Harry sighed, anxious for something to happen, he tapped his fingers on his suitcase, Hedgewig twittering next to him impatient to get out of the small cage and stretch her wings.
Reaching into his pockets he pulled out a slip of paper that Ron had sent him and re-read it once again. He nodded to himself, yes it was Sunday today and just past 5 o'clock 'Where are they?'
With another sigh his mind wandered back to the dream he had of the old caretaker, Voldemort, Wormtail, Nagini and some other man he knew not of. His hand reached up unconsciously to rub lightly at his scar that had been burning painfully that night.
Heaving a sigh, left his stuff upstairs and made his way down stair into the living room.
He sighed as he inconspicuously rolled he eyes at his Aunt Petunia who once again stood up to try and get a peak of the oncoming Weasley's out of the window.
He was sitting in the living room of the Dursley household, everyone was situated in the living room waiting for the arrival of the Weasley's.
His Uncle Vernon had put on his best suit. While in most cases this would be seen as a nice gesture of welcome, he knew his Uncle wore it to impress and intimidate. He was sitting in one of the armchairs of the room with the pretence of reading the newspaper, his eyes were fixated in one spot of the paper, not reading. 'More like listening...' Harry grumbled in his head. He knew his Uncle was listening for any signs a car entering their driveway.
His Aunt Petunia came back from her inspection from the window and going to the other armchairs and compulsively straightening the cushions.
His Cousin Dudley was also seated in an armchair he kept fidgeting in nervousness. His last run in with a Wizard hadn't been the best. Hagrid having conjured up a pigs spiral tail onto the large boy on his 12th birthday, which then later on had to be removed at a private hospital in discretion. He kept walking from room to room sideways, so as to not show his rear end just in case.
It was quite funny to see his bully of a cousin reduced to a nervous wreck who kept clamping his hands onto his backside at any sudden noises.
It was now quarter past five and Harry himself was starting to feels pangs of anxiousness, had they forgotten.
He watched as his Uncle stood and went to the front door, opening it slowly he proceeded to stick his head out and peer up and down their street, seeing nothing of interest he slammed the door and stalked back into the living room.
"They're late!" His Uncle Vernon groused angrily, glaring at his nephew.
Harry chuckled nervously "Must be a lot of traffic or something?" he questioned more than stated, he wasn't even sure how the Weasley's were getting here.
The tension in the room could've been cut with a knife, Harry left the room, getting sick of the tense atmosphere and went to sit on the stairs of the staircase in the hall.
He tapped his elbow lightly, nervous yet excited, he couldn't wait to see Ron and Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's, especially Ron's twin brother, Fred and George.
He found himself closer to the twins, ever since they gave him the enchanted map of Hogwarts, The Marauders Map.
Checking his watch he sighed and shifted in his spot on the stairs, he could vaguely hear his Aunt and Uncle speaking angrily in the living room.
"No consideration at all!" Vernon tensely muttered, his face red with anger, a light sheen of perspiration coating his skin.
Petunia nodded sharply, eyeing the window in case they showed up "What if we had another engagement? How rude of them" she huffed, her bony arms crossed over her chest.
Vernon balled his hands up "I bet they think if they're late, we'll invite them to stay for dinner!" He huffed in indignation "They will not be staying here!" he sneered at the thought.
Harry rolled his eyes when he heard his Uncle heavily get off the chair and pace...more like stomp back and forth.
Petunia mumbled some things to try and calm him slightly, she didn't want a repeat of last time.
"Their kind obviously don't care much for punctuality" he said haughtily "Either that or drive some old tinpot of a car!"
Petunia snickered slightly, her voice sharp "Probably broken do-"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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