this isent gonna be the same as ur other book is it where u only post on fridays i think every one is with me when i say hurry up lol ur story is really good we wanna here the rest of it
NOTE ---- I wrote quite a lot. Then kicked the bloody computer power cord by accident. Swore loudly. Duct taped it so it wouldn't happen again.
It took them quite a long time to traverse a mile all the way down Stoatshead Hill, but they passed it with much-appreciated conversation. Harry was nearly completely isolated from the Wizarding World while he was shuttled up at Privet Drive. He refrained from asking about Ginny too much.
"How's Bill?" he asked anxiously. Bill, Ron's eldest brother, had been savaged by a werewolf the previous summer. It was fortunate that it was not the full moon at the time and Bill would not become a werewolf, but his face had been nearly unrecognizable, so fiercely was he attacked.
"Bill's fine." said Ron. "He's ten times uglier though, with all the scarring and whatnot. But he's back to his usual self, which is most important."
"Fluer really doesn't mind," Hermione said, nearly tripping over a protruding tree root. "She's been OK for the most part."
"The most part, eh?" Harry said.
Ron said, "She sometimes still talks to Ginny like she's still ten. But Ginny doesn't seem to mind too much."
Harry grunted in acknowledgement.
**
They arrived at the Burrow some time later on, and Harry regarded it fondly. It was the same as he had always remembered it; rickety and feeble looking, held up by magic. Despite the house's less-than-luxurious looks, however, it was wonderfully comfortable. Besides Hogwarts, Harry considered the Burrow his second home.
Harry would not be returning to Hogwarts. The school would be closed down anyways, the Wizengamot voting for closure. Not really a suprising outcome; after all, a member of the staff had betrayed Hogwarts and killed its headmaster, the greatest wizard of them all.
The lights were dimly on the main floor and one of the upstairs windows, but nowhere else was illuminated. Harry tentatively pushed the door open, not wanting to disturb anyone already asleep.
As soon as he opened the door though, he stood corrected; the Burrow was a mad bustle of activity. It was like a beehive, almost.
Mr. Weasley strode by with a piece of parchment and a bright green quill, perfectly balanced on the parchment by itself. As Harry watched, it scribbled rapidly across the parchment. Remus Lupin was right behind him, in deep conversation with Mr. Weasley, who was chunnering nervously.
"Who else haven't we thought of yet, Remus? I know for sure we've got the Longbottoms, and I think Molly has already written to the Lovegoods. It's uncertain whether they're coming or not, I'd better check with Molly on that..."
Lupin yawned.
Harry next spotted Fluer and her mother heading toward the den, conversing in rapid French. Fluer had another parchment in hand.
"Maxime de Madame a-t-il dit qu'elle venait ? J'ai dit que Gabrielle tombe une note à elle...."
At this moment, Harry turned around to face Ron and Hermione. He had an extremely strong feeling what this was about, but still he had to make certain.
"Um, have you forgetten to tell me something?" he said in a meaningful voice, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Harry!" Hermione said, blushing slightly. "But it was meant to be a suprise, you see."
"We set off an hour or two earlier," Ron said, casting their busy surroundings a look of mixed amazement and humor. "We expected them all to be in bed by now."
As per usual, it was Mrs. Weasley who went out of her way to give Harry a warm welcome.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, the lines. "Oh, it is good to see you, dear. Sorry about the amount of activity here, but it was really necessary. Need to do some last minute planning."
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