Midnight109
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Lol, yes you started it. I'll post some more then...
“We’ll send Moody for it tomorrow, Harry, I promise,” assured Mr. Weasley.
Harry nodded reluctantly. “So how are we going?” he questioned.
“Apparition,” answered Tonks simply.
“What? But I can’t Apparate!” he reminded them.
“Well, not legally, no, but you’ll be doing Side-Along Apparition with me,” said Mr. Weasley, smiling.
“And Tonks and Lupin will be taking your trunk and Hedwig to the Burrow.”
“I think we ought to let Harry change, you know,” said Bill suddenly. Everyone burst out laughing despite themselves and shuffled out of the room, Lupin levitating Harry’s trunk and Tonks holding Hedwig’s cage, leaving him to change. A few minutes later, grabbing the snow globe mother’s diary and his father’s watch he left his room. He realized with a slight pang that he would never return again. He then remembered his aunt and uncle, but they were still sound asleep since it was early in the morning. First went Bill, then Lupin. Harry and Mr. Weasley went next, and then Tonks and Fleur appeared after them.
Harry felt the usual pulling sensation, as though he was being sucked into a pipe, unable to draw a breath. As soon as he felt he couldn’t take it anymore, he found himself in the familiar surroundings of the Burrow. The minute he appeared in the kitchen to the familiar sight of the dishes washing themselves, everyone making himself or herself comfortable, he truly felt that he was at home, for the first time since Dumbledore’s death.
Mrs. Wesley bustled in at the sound of their voice and pulled Harry in a tight hug. “Harry dear, how are you? Goodness you look thin, have those Muggles been feeding you? What would you like to eat? Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Kippers?” she gushed.
“Anything would be fine, thanks, Mrs. Weasley,” he replied, grinning. He was relieved when Mrs. Weasley let him go to prepare breakfast for him because he felt a bit as though he was suffocating in her grasp.
“Well, run on upstairs, I expect Ron and Hermione will be waiting there for you,” she said hastily.
“Thanks,” he answered before going up the stairs past Ginny’s room.
A surge of guilt and sorrow went through him when he passed this room, resisting the urge to go in. He went all the way up to Ron’s room. Smiling slightly as he entered, he found, to his surprise, to his surprise found Ron awake and sitting on his bed before Hermione engulfed him in a hug as she had done many times before. “ Hey guys. What’s Ron doing up so early?” he asked as Hermione let him go. “We’ve been waiting on you for a while,” she said. “So, how have you been?” she added uncertainly. Harry knew they were wondering how he was coping with Dumbledore’s death.
He wasn’t ready to talk about it, so he said, “I’m alright, but I wish I could have stayed at the Dursley’s a little longer so I could experience what it would be like to cast a spell on Dudley,” he said. He and Ron exploded with laughter before the atmosphere in the room got a little tensed up again.
“Harry, we know you haven’t been too good. None of us have. We just want to help-“ she began, but Harry interrupted her.
“Hermione, I’m fine, okay, just drop it!” he said forcefully.
Just then, the door opened and Ginny came in, her waist-length, blazing red hair tied back. She looked like the same old Ginny, but the most distinguishable thing about her was her eyes, which no longer held the cheerful sparkle that he had grown so accustomed to.
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Last edited by Midnight109 on Apr 29th, 2006 at 02:47 AM
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