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Harry poked his head out of his room in the Dursley's house, watching Dudley lumbering his huge bulk down the stairs. Harry was still grinning over the letter he'd received from Ron the past night.
"And we're coming to pick you up 12 tomorrow, Dad's got a new car, don't tell Mum, she doesn't know about it. Er- anyway, Fred and George sent him some galleons, apparently he's bribed somebody... right, so see you then!"
Harry strongly suspected that there was another visitor at Ron's house making him a bit nervous; from Hermione's owls, Ginny was having a friend staying as well.
"Very, very blonde, a bit fluttery, really I don't know what's gotten into Ron. She can do really good potions, I've seen her. And she has been giving Ron quite a few Strawberry-Truffle milkshakes recently, I suppose she could have put something more in them. Anyway, he's quite a bit less prickly with her around."
Harry pulled his head back into his room, digging out a piece of leftover chocolate cake from his stash. He didn't think Aunt Marge would mind-at all- if he skipped breakfast today. Leaning back on his bed, Harry sighed in contentment. It was much more pleasant at the Dursleys this summer, since Aunt Marge didn't seem to realize he was there, and Uncle Vernon threw only snarling glances his way. Dudley was not happy at all, but stayed far, far away from Harry.
Late that night (or early the next morning) Harry heard the window panes creak. He stuffed his trunk, and his owl cage through the window into some kind of vehicle. He motioned to Mr. Weasley to stay inside, and climbed through the window himself. Harry waved goodbye to the house as the car sped away. "Good to see you, Harry, my boy, hope it wasn't too hard with the Muggles there." Mr. Weasley told him. Harry laughed with glee. Ron looked at him curiously and didn't comment. Harry noticed a small crest floating on Ron's shirt with a heart and a name on it. Ron did not seem to be aware of it. It was a short ride to the house and as soon as they arrived, Harry went to bed and slept soundly- much more soundly than for a long time.
Harry poked his head out of his room in the Dursley's house, watching Dudley lumbering his huge bulk down the stairs. Harry was still grinning over the letter he'd received from Ron the past night.
"And we're coming to pick you up 12 tomorrow, Dad's got a new car, don't tell Mum, she doesn't know about it. Er- anyway, Fred and George sent him some galleons, apparently he's bribed somebody... right, so see you then!"
Harry strongly suspected that there was another visitor at Ron's house making him a bit nervous; from Hermione's owls, Ginny was having a friend staying as well.
"Very, very blonde, a bit fluttery, really I don't know what's gotten into Ron. She can do really good potions, I've seen her. And she has been giving Ron quite a few Strawberry-Truffle milkshakes recently, I suppose she could have put something more in them. Anyway, he's quite a bit less prickly with her around."
Harry pulled his head back into his room, digging out a piece of leftover chocolate cake from his stash. He didn't think Aunt Marge would mind-at all- if he skipped breakfast today. Leaning back on his bed, Harry sighed in contentment. It was much more pleasant at the Dursleys this summer, since Aunt Marge didn't seem to realize he was there, and Uncle Vernon threw only snarling glances his way. Dudley was not happy at all, but stayed far, far away from Harry.
Late that night (or early the next morning) Harry heard the window panes creak. He stuffed his trunk, and his owl cage through the window into some kind of vehicle. He motioned to Mr. Weasley to stay inside, and climbed through the window himself. Harry waved goodbye to the house as the car sped away. "Good to see you, Harry, my boy, hope it wasn't too hard with the Muggles there." Mr. Weasley told him. Harry laughed with glee. Ron looked at him curiously and didn't comment. Harry noticed a small crest floating on Ron's shirt with a heart and a name on it. Ron did not seem to be aware of it. It was a short ride to the house and as soon as they arrived, Harry went to bed and slept soundly- much more soundly than for a long time.