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Chapter 2 : Arriving at the Burrows
Sorry for keeping you all waiting so long for the update, but as my great beta put it : \"sometimes life kinda gets
in the way\"
Anyway, here is the 2nd chapter ! I can\'t promess you when the next ones will come, but it will be as soon as I can !!
Warning: OOTP and HBP spoilers !
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine ... First of all, if it was, do you think I’ll be on this site?
Secondly, they’ll do much more ... “nice” things in the books lol
Chapter 2: Arriving at the Burrow
Practically running down his uncle’s staircase, with his trunk shrunken in his pocket, Harry could hear his friends’ voices as they kept singing “Happy Birthday” in low, yet bright voices as they waited for him to arrive.
As he walked outside, Harry took a minute to give a farewell look to the place which had been his house for 17 years and even if it was not filled with happy memories (far from it), he realized the risks his aunt had taken to assure his protection and gave the house a silent thanks before stepping outside for the last time.
“Guys, I’m here already, stop looking at my window!” he quickly told his friends to get their attention; he soon found himself engulfed in a warm hug and returned the loving embrace to his best female friend, before giving his other best friend a tight, yet masculine, hug. (A/N : LOOOOOOL I am sure that the girls have seen that more than once : 2 guys giving each other a big warm hug, then take their deeper male voices to greet eahc other)
“So, Harry, we have some news ...,” started Ron, though he looked everything but happy at being the messenger boy. Seeing this, Hermione continued for him, saying it all in one breath. “Yes, Mrs. Weasley has decided to celebrate Bill and Fleur’s wedding this weekend, so we have to go back to the Burrow before we can start our quest.”
Her last word was too much for his already overly happy mind. He let out a giant laugh, which echoed in Privet Drive quite noisily. At first, his two friends thought that he had gone mad in the little time he had spent alone, but then they both realized that the way Hermione described what they were about to do made them sound like they were knights from Arthur’s times, and they joined him in his hilarity.
“Ready to go, mate?” asked Ron, looking eager to go back to his own place with his best friends instead of staying in the cold street. Harry nodded, still smiling goofily, and approached him so they could Apparate together. With a loud ‘pop’, they were gone, and after a few excruciating minutes of feeling like they were in a vacuum cleaner, they arrived in the Burrow’s backyard.
As they walked to the kitchen’s door, Harry noticed a small tent in the garden, and asked Ron what or who was in it. Smiling and blushing, Ron said quickly (before Hermione could join them, as she hadn’t Apparated with them), “Bill and Fleur hired a band for the wedding; from what I heard and saw, there is one girl and two boys, but we never saw them until now, when we just met her. She’s very nice; you’re bound to like her.” As Hermione joined them, he added a little louder, “But there is no girl like my ... I mean, Hermione, right?” with a light wink for his best friend.
“You were talking about Liora, weren’t you?” she asked with a grin. As Ron started to blush, she smiled, and after giving him a light kiss on the cheek, she turned to Harry. “He’s right. I didn’t even get jealous when he talked about her. She’s so nice; everybody likes her! Fleur likes her because she speaks French, Bill likes her because she’s willing to try and play any
song he might want, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley love her because she’s very polite and everything, and Remus is crazy about her for his own reasons ... I heard him say that she reminded him of a dear friend ...,” she said in an excited voice, but looking quite curious about their former teacher’s relationship with the new character in their world.
“Also, I heard the two guys who share the tent with her; they’re also musicians from what I understood. One of them is her brother, and the other one of their cousins, but I didn’t hear their names,” she concluded, with a bright smile.
Harry smiled at her, recognizing that her curious nature was back in full force.
Before he could stop himself, he asked slowly, as he looked at the sleeping house, “What about Ginny? How is she? How does she feel about them?” Ron and Hermione shared a look, before the red-head answered. “She looks okay, Harry, I mean, she spent some time in the beginning of the holidays crying a bit,” (at this, Harry looked defeated) “but now, she looks better.” Ron added quickly, and Hermione finished his sentence. “Yes, since Liora and the others arrived, she looks happy again. They became quite good friends, you know, she’s very helping and comprehensive,” she said with a soothing hand drawing patterns on his back. Smiling at his two friends, Harry said jokingly, “No need to continue the advertising, I’ll see for myself tomorrow this
wonderful young lady! But for now, I think I need to ... Whoa, sleep a bit,” the ‘Whoa’ noise being a giantic yawn.
Blushing, his two friends realized that he must have been waiting awake all night long, and ushered him to Ron’s bedroom, Ron and Hermione cuddled on his bed, while Harry took his covers on the other bed and fell asleep right away.
{...}
In the morning, Harry woke up to the sounds of Mrs. Weasley preparing breakfast, and talking with someone, who seemed to be a girl from what Harry could hear from the attic. Looking at Ron’s bed, he saw his two friends still deeply asleep in each other’s arms and he decided to go by himself to have breakfast.
Arriving in the kitchen, Harry had to stop on the stairs to prevent himself from falling on a girl who was running with a large plate of cookies. “Good morning, Harry!” Mrs. Weasley greeted him with a warm smile, a crushing hug and a mug of warm cocoa.
“Happy birthday, my dear boy,” she added once she released him, and pointing to a corner of the room, showed him the pile of gifts the owls had delivered for him during the night. Grinning, Harry thanked her with a hug of his own, and then turned to the female tornado currently in the kitchen with them with curiosity.
She was quite tall, yet smaller than him by four or five centimeters, and she looked very ... feminine, with many curves in the “right” places. She had brown reddish hair, looking like she had cut it with a knife, giving her a spiky look that suited her face. What stunned Harry was her strange resemblance to Sirius : she was not a clone of his godfather, but yet you could see that there was a link between them.
Then he looked at her face, and there he saw a pair of grey eyes with a hint of dark blue and green in them. Unlike Malfoy’s, her eyes were warm and filled with gentleness, and Harry immediately understood what Hermione had meant when she had said that everybody loved her; she was a living description of what the word ‘lovable” means.
Turning to Mrs. Weasley, apparently looking for some ingredients, she stopped dead when she saw Harry looking at her with a warm smile. She returned the smile, and holding one hand out, she walked over to him. “Good morning. I’m Liora. Who are you?” she said with a light accent that Harry couldn’t place, cocking her head to one side. Stunned even more by the fact
that she didn’t recognize him, Harry took several seconds to answer, making her smile grow a little wider.
“I ... I’m Harry Potter. Nice to meet you,” he finally said, taking her hand in his. When his fingers touched her hand, Harry felt a tingly feeling under his skin, like an electric shock, but so much nicer. It was like he finally had found something to fill his own
emptiness. And if the look on her face was any indication, she felt the same, because her eyes were a mix of different feelings; the main ones being curiosity, a little hint of fear, and what turned his legs into jelly, something akin to lust.
Quickly turning to Mrs. Weasley, as she blushed, Liora waved her hand toward 3 bowls of porridge and said quickly, “Molly, I’m taking these out to the tent, for the two lazy boys, is that okay?” and as the older witch nodded, she practically ran out of the kitchen, with the 3 bowls floating behind her.
In the tent
Out of breath, Liora entered the tent and shut the opening, soon finding herself engulfed in a warm embrace. Recognizing her brother scent, she slowly relaxed and waving the bowls towards a small table, she turned to him and whispered, “Je l’ai trouvé.”
(1). He looked down at her, with surprise evident on his face, then he finally sighed and said, “Tu es sure ? Et Draco?” (2)
As she nodded, a shy smile stretching her lips, she said a little louder, “Tu sais bien que j’ai plus de besoin que toi,” (3) with a giggle of her own as she turned to wake up the third member of their band with a light kiss on his bare shoulder. “Wake up
my dragon, porridge is here, I prepared it especially for you..., ” she whispered in his ear, finishing with a quick lick of his ear shell, causing the young wizard to stir and smile in his half-sleep state.
A/N: So what do you think? Should I go on? Should I stop? Please review!
1. : I found him
2. : Are you sure? And what about Draco?
3. : You do know I have more needs than you do.
in the way\"
Anyway, here is the 2nd chapter ! I can\'t promess you when the next ones will come, but it will be as soon as I can !!
Warning: OOTP and HBP spoilers !
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine ... First of all, if it was, do you think I’ll be on this site?
Secondly, they’ll do much more ... “nice” things in the books lol
Chapter 2: Arriving at the Burrow
Practically running down his uncle’s staircase, with his trunk shrunken in his pocket, Harry could hear his friends’ voices as they kept singing “Happy Birthday” in low, yet bright voices as they waited for him to arrive.
As he walked outside, Harry took a minute to give a farewell look to the place which had been his house for 17 years and even if it was not filled with happy memories (far from it), he realized the risks his aunt had taken to assure his protection and gave the house a silent thanks before stepping outside for the last time.
“Guys, I’m here already, stop looking at my window!” he quickly told his friends to get their attention; he soon found himself engulfed in a warm hug and returned the loving embrace to his best female friend, before giving his other best friend a tight, yet masculine, hug. (A/N : LOOOOOOL I am sure that the girls have seen that more than once : 2 guys giving each other a big warm hug, then take their deeper male voices to greet eahc other)
“So, Harry, we have some news ...,” started Ron, though he looked everything but happy at being the messenger boy. Seeing this, Hermione continued for him, saying it all in one breath. “Yes, Mrs. Weasley has decided to celebrate Bill and Fleur’s wedding this weekend, so we have to go back to the Burrow before we can start our quest.”
Her last word was too much for his already overly happy mind. He let out a giant laugh, which echoed in Privet Drive quite noisily. At first, his two friends thought that he had gone mad in the little time he had spent alone, but then they both realized that the way Hermione described what they were about to do made them sound like they were knights from Arthur’s times, and they joined him in his hilarity.
“Ready to go, mate?” asked Ron, looking eager to go back to his own place with his best friends instead of staying in the cold street. Harry nodded, still smiling goofily, and approached him so they could Apparate together. With a loud ‘pop’, they were gone, and after a few excruciating minutes of feeling like they were in a vacuum cleaner, they arrived in the Burrow’s backyard.
As they walked to the kitchen’s door, Harry noticed a small tent in the garden, and asked Ron what or who was in it. Smiling and blushing, Ron said quickly (before Hermione could join them, as she hadn’t Apparated with them), “Bill and Fleur hired a band for the wedding; from what I heard and saw, there is one girl and two boys, but we never saw them until now, when we just met her. She’s very nice; you’re bound to like her.” As Hermione joined them, he added a little louder, “But there is no girl like my ... I mean, Hermione, right?” with a light wink for his best friend.
“You were talking about Liora, weren’t you?” she asked with a grin. As Ron started to blush, she smiled, and after giving him a light kiss on the cheek, she turned to Harry. “He’s right. I didn’t even get jealous when he talked about her. She’s so nice; everybody likes her! Fleur likes her because she speaks French, Bill likes her because she’s willing to try and play any
song he might want, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley love her because she’s very polite and everything, and Remus is crazy about her for his own reasons ... I heard him say that she reminded him of a dear friend ...,” she said in an excited voice, but looking quite curious about their former teacher’s relationship with the new character in their world.
“Also, I heard the two guys who share the tent with her; they’re also musicians from what I understood. One of them is her brother, and the other one of their cousins, but I didn’t hear their names,” she concluded, with a bright smile.
Harry smiled at her, recognizing that her curious nature was back in full force.
Before he could stop himself, he asked slowly, as he looked at the sleeping house, “What about Ginny? How is she? How does she feel about them?” Ron and Hermione shared a look, before the red-head answered. “She looks okay, Harry, I mean, she spent some time in the beginning of the holidays crying a bit,” (at this, Harry looked defeated) “but now, she looks better.” Ron added quickly, and Hermione finished his sentence. “Yes, since Liora and the others arrived, she looks happy again. They became quite good friends, you know, she’s very helping and comprehensive,” she said with a soothing hand drawing patterns on his back. Smiling at his two friends, Harry said jokingly, “No need to continue the advertising, I’ll see for myself tomorrow this
wonderful young lady! But for now, I think I need to ... Whoa, sleep a bit,” the ‘Whoa’ noise being a giantic yawn.
Blushing, his two friends realized that he must have been waiting awake all night long, and ushered him to Ron’s bedroom, Ron and Hermione cuddled on his bed, while Harry took his covers on the other bed and fell asleep right away.
{...}
In the morning, Harry woke up to the sounds of Mrs. Weasley preparing breakfast, and talking with someone, who seemed to be a girl from what Harry could hear from the attic. Looking at Ron’s bed, he saw his two friends still deeply asleep in each other’s arms and he decided to go by himself to have breakfast.
Arriving in the kitchen, Harry had to stop on the stairs to prevent himself from falling on a girl who was running with a large plate of cookies. “Good morning, Harry!” Mrs. Weasley greeted him with a warm smile, a crushing hug and a mug of warm cocoa.
“Happy birthday, my dear boy,” she added once she released him, and pointing to a corner of the room, showed him the pile of gifts the owls had delivered for him during the night. Grinning, Harry thanked her with a hug of his own, and then turned to the female tornado currently in the kitchen with them with curiosity.
She was quite tall, yet smaller than him by four or five centimeters, and she looked very ... feminine, with many curves in the “right” places. She had brown reddish hair, looking like she had cut it with a knife, giving her a spiky look that suited her face. What stunned Harry was her strange resemblance to Sirius : she was not a clone of his godfather, but yet you could see that there was a link between them.
Then he looked at her face, and there he saw a pair of grey eyes with a hint of dark blue and green in them. Unlike Malfoy’s, her eyes were warm and filled with gentleness, and Harry immediately understood what Hermione had meant when she had said that everybody loved her; she was a living description of what the word ‘lovable” means.
Turning to Mrs. Weasley, apparently looking for some ingredients, she stopped dead when she saw Harry looking at her with a warm smile. She returned the smile, and holding one hand out, she walked over to him. “Good morning. I’m Liora. Who are you?” she said with a light accent that Harry couldn’t place, cocking her head to one side. Stunned even more by the fact
that she didn’t recognize him, Harry took several seconds to answer, making her smile grow a little wider.
“I ... I’m Harry Potter. Nice to meet you,” he finally said, taking her hand in his. When his fingers touched her hand, Harry felt a tingly feeling under his skin, like an electric shock, but so much nicer. It was like he finally had found something to fill his own
emptiness. And if the look on her face was any indication, she felt the same, because her eyes were a mix of different feelings; the main ones being curiosity, a little hint of fear, and what turned his legs into jelly, something akin to lust.
Quickly turning to Mrs. Weasley, as she blushed, Liora waved her hand toward 3 bowls of porridge and said quickly, “Molly, I’m taking these out to the tent, for the two lazy boys, is that okay?” and as the older witch nodded, she practically ran out of the kitchen, with the 3 bowls floating behind her.
In the tent
Out of breath, Liora entered the tent and shut the opening, soon finding herself engulfed in a warm embrace. Recognizing her brother scent, she slowly relaxed and waving the bowls towards a small table, she turned to him and whispered, “Je l’ai trouvé.”
(1). He looked down at her, with surprise evident on his face, then he finally sighed and said, “Tu es sure ? Et Draco?” (2)
As she nodded, a shy smile stretching her lips, she said a little louder, “Tu sais bien que j’ai plus de besoin que toi,” (3) with a giggle of her own as she turned to wake up the third member of their band with a light kiss on his bare shoulder. “Wake up
my dragon, porridge is here, I prepared it especially for you..., ” she whispered in his ear, finishing with a quick lick of his ear shell, causing the young wizard to stir and smile in his half-sleep state.
A/N: So what do you think? Should I go on? Should I stop? Please review!
1. : I found him
2. : Are you sure? And what about Draco?
3. : You do know I have more needs than you do.