Harry Potter and the Summer To Remember

Harry woke up suddenly. He still felt tired, his scar wasn't hurting him yet someone was watching him. He had forgotten that he had slept on the couch instead of the spare bed in Ron's room last night. He picked his glasses up off of the arm of the couch to see who was watching him. He looked at the person watching him, and noticed that it was early enough that it was Mr. Weasley in his Ministry robes.

"What happened, did Ron kick you out of his room last night?" Arthur asked. He looked at Harry, but knowing the temperament of his son the answer was sure to be yes.

Harry had finally woken up enough to answer the question. "Yes he did," he said, "I tried to talk to him, but every time he just blew me off."

"Well, Harry I am sorry about that. Ron has a temper on him, but I hope you three can resolve whatever this is." Just as Arthur was finishing his sentence, Percy walked in to the living room, looked at the clock, then apparated out.

Arthur stayed barely long enough to hear Harry muttering "I hate fighting" before Apparating out himself. Harry was fully awake. No point in trying to go back to sleep, he decided. The Weasleys had a small bookshelf filled with books in their living room. Harry chose a surprisingly thick volume entitled The Wizard's Guide to Fun and Games by Arnold Smitherton. He took it and sat back down on the couch ready to spend some time reading until the rest of the family woke up. He flipped through the sections on the games that were well known at Hogwarts. He read some more interesting facts on the game known as Quadpot, and then came upon the game he so loved, Quidditch. Upon reading about that, he decided after breakfast to go practice his flying as all too soon his last season as the Gryffindor Seeker would come. He knew that the recruits came to the games, and he wanted to be in top flying ability. His dad had played for the England team, and Harry wanted to be on that team as well, but would settle for any team that would take him.

Finally, it got late enough that Hermione came into the living room. She was the first one up after Harry, which was not unusual. She saw Harry there sitting on the living room couch, reading. She walked quietly up to him, sat down, and put a hand on his shoulder. Amazingly, he didn't startle. He just knew her touch that well.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning to you, too," Harry said. He put the book down, giving her a tight hug and a light kiss.

"So what do you have planned for today?" Hermione asked Harry, hoping that it wasn't going to involve her on a broom.

"I want to go flying after breakfast. You don't have to come with me, but do you want to watch? I want to improve my flying skills."

"Sure, I'll watch, I am just not in the mood to try flying again just yet. The memory of nearly falling off of that broom is still too fresh for me," she said.

Harry said, "I know, that was a very hard thing to watch, you falling so far like that. I'm glad I caught you." He looked happily at her.

After a very filling breakfast cooked by Mrs. Weasley, Harry went up to Ron's room to change and get dressed. He also grabbed his broom, then ran off to find Hermione so they could go outside. He went to Ginny's room, and found Hermione. She grabbed a folding chair, then they both went outside. Little did Harry know that Ron had heard them talking earlier about the plans for the morning. Ron had planned something for the both of them.

Harry watched as Hermione set up her chair and sat down. He then mounted his broom to begin flying. He started out with a burst of speed, then did a near vertical dive. He looked down at Hermione, who seemed to be enjoying the action. He waved and smiled at her, then blew a kiss. She did the same back to him. He continued flying, going back down every so often to see how she was doing. The next time he looked down at her, he became alarmed. Ron, angry as ever, was just behind her. He had his broom, and was opening the Quidditch box. Somehow he managed to get out a Bludger and a bat while about to mount his broom. He closed the box, then began to fly.

Harry thought, "Oh good, so he isn't going to hurt Hermione..." He barely had time to finish that thought as a speeding Bludger came flying toward him. He sped up, and did another amazing dive, this one not out of a fun time though. Ron was being more dangerous than anything, and it was not funny. Harry finally flew and regained some distance. He saw Ron, angry, and jealous as ever.

Ron said, "So you want to play Quidditch for a league, Harry? Well we will see about that! Twenty points if I can hit you!"

Harry was stunned, but managed to duck the oncoming Bludger. This was eerily reminding him of his second year, when Dobby had enchanted that Bludger to be attracted to him. This was not a laughing matter. Reboning his arm had not been fun. This was proving to be even more dangerous. He decided when he got near Ron to try to talk him down, but to stay out of the way of the Bludgers.

Harry saw Ron again. He said, "Ron, can we please talk this out, on the ground no less? I don't like watching you behave like this. You're actually scaring me! Let's dismount the brooms and talk this out like the best friends we are!"

In response, Ron hit the Bludger even harder this time. Harry managed to avoid it again.

Harry had had enough. He was going to just go down and dismount his broom, and take Hermione inside. He hoped she had not seen what Ron was doing. He had gotten close to her, but he was still on his broom when he noticed a Bludger hurling toward her! He flew enough to hop off the broom, and fling himself in front of the Bludger. It hit him directly in the middle of his back! Suddenly Harry fainted; his world went completely black.

Hermione screamed "Harry wake up! Please wake up! Ron what did you do to him?" She couldn't move at all. She was so frightened, and so angry at what Ron had done that she couldn't get help. So, she called for Mrs. Weasley. If anyone knew some medical magic, a mother with seven children would! "Mrs. Weasley Harry is hurt!" she screamed.

Mrs. Weasley came running out as fast as her legs could carry her. She looked at Harry lying face down on the ground, and went as white as a ghost., "There is nothing I can do for him," she said to Hermione. "I can heal small cuts and bruises, but nothing like this type of injury. Who did this to him anyway?"

Just then Ron walked up, happy, and light. "Hi mum." He looked down at Harry, sprawled out face down in front of Hermione and Mrs. Weasley. Molly looked angrily at her son.

Did you do this?" she demanded. He had a look on his face that was very guilty. "We will discuss this later, but first we have to get Harry some medical help. Let me apparate to the St. Mungo's Medi-Ambulance Service. I will ride back with them. Don't move him or try to wake him yet."

She apparated, and was gone.