CHAPTER TEN ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Sweetie, I'll never not be a jerk. It's in my blood."
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Y/N POV
It was a bright summer morning, and we were all gathered at the Burrow, getting ready for our trip to Diagon Alley. The new school year was approaching fast, and we still had to pick up our books and supplies. Hogwarts was only a few weeks away, and the list of required textbooks was longer than usual this year.
Mrs. Weasley had been going on about how we needed to get an early start if we wanted to beat the crowds, particularly since everyone seemed eager to grab a copy of the new Gilderoy Lockhart books.
"Right. Here we are, Harry. You go first, dear." Mrs. Weasley handed Harry a handful of Floo powder with a reassuring smile.
Harry Potter looked at the sparkling powder in his hand, confused. "Floo powder?"
Ron, standing nearby, shook his head. "But Mum, Harry's never traveled by Floo powder before."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened for a moment in realization.
"Oh! Well, you go first, Ron, so Harry can see how it's done. Yes, yes. In you go...that's it," she urged, motioning to the fireplace.
Ron stepped forward, grabbing a handful of Floo powder from the pot.
"Alright, Harry, watch closely," he said, with a quick glance back at his friend. He stepped into the large fireplace confidently. "Diagon Alley!" he shouted clearly.
The instant he spoke, emerald flames whooshed up around him, and in the blink of an eye, Ron Weasley disappeared into the fire.
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "He just... vanished," he muttered to himself.
"You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on. In you go, that's it. Mind your head now," she said, guiding him gently towards the fireplace, handing him another handful of Floo powder. "Now, don't forget to speak very, very clearly."
Harry nodded, feeling his heart rate pick up as he stepped into the fireplace.
"Diaganilly!" he said.
For a second, nothing happened. Then, with a loud whoosh, the flames roared up around him, and Harry was gone.
Mrs. Weasley blinked. "What did he say, dear?"
"Diaganilly," Mr. Weasley repeated, rubbing his chin.
"I thought he did."
We stood there for a moment.
Mrs. Weasley sighed, a bit flustered. "Oh dear..."
Then she turned to me. "Alright, Y/N, your turn, dear."
