"W-What are you doing here?" Harry asked surprised, looking through his window on first floor. The clock was about two in the night, but suddenly Harry's tiredness had gone away.
"Saving you from those bastards, of course!" Ron grinned back at him, but was pushed away by his brother, George.
"Hi Harry, hurry up, would you?" He blinked with a cocky smile. "Grab your suitcase and what else you need." Ron took a hook and some rope from the floor in the car that was hanging in the air outside Harry's window, while Harry quickly began to pack his suitcase. They had come for him! He couldn't believe his luck. He turned around, startled by a bang, and was surprised by his missing window. Ron looked down at the bushes beneath him, and then grinned to Harry.
"Ops." He said, not sorry at all. George started turning the car, so the trunk was placed in front of Harry. He opened it, and with a lot of trouble, he threw his large suitcase in there. The car began to turn around again so Harry could climb inside, but Harry heard the sound of the door being unlocked, as he was about to climb up his disk. He stared at the door, which opened with a bang, and to his big regret, he saw his Uncle Vernon standing with a face as red as his bathrobe.
"Crap, hurry up Harry!" Ron yelled in panic, as Harry's uncle screamed, and began to move his large body towards the boys. Harry climbed out his disk, and grabbed Ron's out stretched hand, which tried to pull him inside of the car. But something got a tight grip on Harry's ankle. He looked down, just to see the fleshy hand of his uncle.
"You're not going anywhere, kiddo!" He uncle yelled, with his small eyes almost popping out of his head. Harry began to kick the air with his foot, while Ron tried to pull him into the car. Finally, the uncle let go, and Harry was pulled inside the car. George moved the gear lever, and entered the accelerator. The car flew through the night, just as if it was driving on the highway. Harry sat up, and settled his glassed, trying to catch his breath.
"You-have-NO-idea-how-happy-I-am-to-see-you!" He said, gasping for air. The three brothers grinned. Fred, who was sitting at the backseat, placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"We're just as happy to see you, mate! This was fun maybe we should do it next year!" He grinned, and after a moment of laugher, Harry realized where he was sitting. He realized the set of hands, resting on his waist. And he blushed. He was sitting on Ron's lap, and Ron's hands had a tight grip on his waist. Slowly, he laid his one hand on one of Ron's, and after a moment, Ron let his fingers interlace with Harry's, giving them a little squeeze. Harry smiled, as George raised the car, and headed for the Burrow. This night couldn't get any better, Harry thought to himself.