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omg, its unbelievable, im in such suspense! one thing though- it struck me a little weird how harry just went out right away and said to mr weasley"what am i going to do?"-it doesnt fit with JK's style, know what i mean, not that you arent sick awesome, POST MORE
Yeah, I know what you mean. That scene's purpose was to show that Harry is becoming an adult--or already has--and is ready for his journey, but he doesn't want to do it alone, but he thinks he has to. I wanted to show Harry and Mr. Weasley's relationship a bit more.
“And these,” Mrs. Weasley gave each of them a second scroll. Harry opened it to see a list of school supplies required for the seventh year at Hogwarts. He looked at the books, reading them mentally but not really paying attention to the items. His mind was focused on one question.
Would he return to the school?
Without summoning a clear answer, he rolled the parchment back up and tucked it inside his pocket. That could wait.
“Right, then, mum. We’ll go tomorrow or something,” said Ron as he made his way for the door.
Before Harry, Hermione, Ron or Ginny could take a step outside, Mrs. Weasley spoke up. “We’ll go today. The Ministry has set apparition test booths in Diagon Alley. Anybody of age who has not passed the test in school can take it there.”
Harry exchanged looks with the others.
“They’re taking it as a…” she paused, searching for an appropriate word, “precaution. They want all of you to be as ready as you can be.” A grim look passed over her face.
“We’ll be traveling by Floo Powder. Come along, then,” she snapped, marching off into the living room. Harry noticed that—except for when she hugged him—Mrs. Weasley was in an increasingly bad mood. Perhaps stress? He thought it was plausible. The Ministry and Order must have been under tremendous stressed in light of recent events.
Ron looked surprised at his mother’s hastiness. “Why the rush, mum?” he called into the living room, glancing out the window. It was still early.
“Want to get there before the line becomes too long!” she answered back. Ron and Harry filed into the room, standing before the great fireplace. Hermione and Ginny followed.
When they were all in the room, Mrs. Weasley said, “Hermione?” Her tone was one of expectance.
“Of course,” answered Hermione. She smirked at Harry and Ron. “See you there!” With a crack!, air filled the space where Hermione had just been standing.
Ron grumbled and turned away.
“Ginny, you first.” Mrs. Weasley held out the small pot of magical Floo powder to her daughter.
Ginny took a pinch of it, stepped into the furnace, and said, “Diagon Alley!” clearly while dropping the specks of powder. A brilliant green flame roared to life and scooped her away.
“Harry?” Harry gulped, forcing down a lump that had formed in his throat.
He hated Floo travel.
Grabbing a pinch of green powder between his fingers, he stepped into the fireplace and readied himself. “Diagon Alley!” he shouted, and immediately he saw the fire sprout up to life. The flames licked at his body, warm—almost comforting—but then he was whisked away. He shut his eyes when the Weasley’s living room completely evaporated and the fire swirled around him at all sides. He tucked his elbows in towards his body, trying his hardest to make himself smaller. All the while the fire blurred sickeningly around him. Just when Harry thought he would puke, he was thrown down, landing in a crumpled heap, but still on solid earth.
Harry stood, wiping off his glasses. (He attempted to use a spell to clean them—realizing with a start that he could do magic legally now—but the glasses ended up getting dirtier, somehow. With a grumble, he swabbed them off with a corner of his shirt.)
Once he was dusted off, he had to dodge out of the way to avoid being fallen on by a grimacing Ron. “I hate Floo travel,” he mumbled, voicing Harry’s own opinion.
“C’mon. They’ll be out by the street,” said Harry, walking over to an open door. They had landed in a fireplace near the back of the book store, Flourish and Blotts.
Outside, witches and wizards of all sizes and ages milled about. While there was the usual buzz of excited chatter, Harry thought he sensed a hushed—almost strained—air lingering over Diagon Alley.
“Harry! Ron!” Down the street stood Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley, motioning for them.
“It’ll be this way.” Mrs. Weasley took off at a brisk pace down the cobble-stone road with the others following in her wake. It took barely a minute to squeeze past the other wizards and witches on the tiny street and come upon the building that Mrs. Weasley seemed to be looking for. “Here we are,” she stated triumphantly.
I was planning on updating later tonight, but it may be delayed. I have decided to change a portion of the story ahead of it, but some of the things that happened before it wouldn't make sense with the changes.
If I can, more will be up later tonight. If not, tomorow.
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Dec 11th, 2005 09:09 PM
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