Chapter One: Breakout

"How come I can't drive?" asked Tony.

"'Cause it's my dad's car." replied Ron. "I don't think you should be the one driving anyway, not after what Riley told me before."

"Give me a break, it was one time!"

"I wish I was there to see it." said Fred.

"It would've made a right laugh." agreed George.

"Oh, shut up!"

The four of them sat in a baby blue Ford Anglia that the Weasley siblings' father had enchanted some time ago, and were flying it through the dark, quiet skies over the England country. Tony and Fred were seated in the back, while Ron sat in the passenger's seat, and George took the driver's seat. Tony was dressed in a open green short-sleeved shirt over a silver long-sleeved shirt, a pair of blue baggy jeans and white sneakers. His spiky black hair was hidden underneath a green knitted ski cap, which stopped just above his brown eyes. Ron was wearing a dark brown jacket over a red checkered shirt, and dark pants. His brothers were dressed in matching green and white striped vests over ruddy brown long-sleeved shirts, dark pants, and baggy jackets. All three Weasley siblings had matching fiery red hair, but the twins had brown eyes, while Ron had blue.

After nearly a whole summer of no communication from Harry, the three Weasleys and Tony decided to go pay him a little visit. Tony was dragged along for the ride because he and Riley had gotten a glimpse of what Harry's family was like. A week into summer break, the two had come over to the Dursleys' home to ask if Harry was home, and a man, who they quickly guessed was Harry's uncle Vernon, shouted at them to get off of his property. Tony, unwisely, made matters worse when he started to argue with Vernon, and he and his best friend were chased away from the property by a rake-wielding Vernon.

"Are you sure it's around here?" asked George.

"Trust me, I wouldn't forget this place." replied Tony. "I'm ready for that crazy old man this time though."

He held up a can of spray cheese, much to the surprise of Ron and the Weasley twins.

"Tony, what is that?" asked Fred.

"A can of spray cheese." replied Tony. "It's the only thing I could think of."

"A can of spray cheese." repeated George. "Yes, Harry's uncle will definitely be rueing the day now that he messed with Tony Gabriel."

"Ho ho, very funny. Ha ha, it is to laugh. Shut up and turn here."

George turned the steering wheel, and the car flew towards a neighborhood of similar-looking houses.

"Is this it?" he asked.

Tony poked his head over the seat, and scanned the houses below.

"Yep." he answered, pointing forward. "Go down over there."

The car began to descend towards a row of houses, and what caught the eyes of the four boys seated in the car was a lone house with bars attached to the exterior of one of the windows on the second floor.

"I'm willing to bet that's the one where Harry lives." guessed Fred.

"I'll get in on that." agreed George.

He drove closer towards the house, and saw Harry standing in the window that had bars attached to it. Harry had his glasses on over his green eyes, and was dressed in a pair of white pajamas with thin blue stripes. Ron waited until they were close enough for his older brother to turn the car around, then rolled down the window to talk to Harry.

"Hiya, Harry." he greeted.

"Ron. Fred. George. Tony." Harry breathed, surprised. "What are you all doing here?"

"Rescuing you, of course. Now, come on, get your trunk."

Harry quickly got changed out of his pajamas into a collared red striped shirt, a pair of pants, and his shoes, then proceeded to get all of his school things packed up. As he did so, Fred handed Ron a long rope with a hook attached to one end in order to remove the bars from Harry's window.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." said Tony. "And I love mischief."

"Well, do you have any other ideas for getting him out of there?" asked Fred.

"Why don't you try knocking on the door and asking his aunt and uncle to let Harry ride with us back home in our enchanted flying car?" George joked, grinning back at their friend.

"I'm about take this can here and shove it so far up your-"

"Knock it off, the three of you!" Ron barked, glaring at them. "We've got more important things to worry about! One of you, get out and tie the other end of this rope onto the bumper."

Fred and George glanced at Tony, who looked between them, outraged, then took the other end of the rope, and climbed out of the car. Taking special care not to look down, the Muggleborn Slytherin wizard climbed onto the trunk of the car, and carefully bent over the back of it to secure the rope around the bumper tightly. As he did this, Ron attached the hook to the center of the bars on Harry's window.

"You better stand back." he instructed their friend. "Tony, get in the car."

Tony didn't waste any time and clambered in to the backseat again, just as George turned and drove forward enough for the rope to yank the bars and the window off of the hinges. The four passengers cringed as the bars crashed to the ground with a loud clanging sound.

"That went well." muttered Fred.

The car parked backwards in front of the broken window, so Harry could put his things in the trunk of the car. The Weasleys and Tony distinctly heard Harry's uncle angry yelling, and started to panic.

"Warden's coming!" shouted Tony.

"Turn the car around!" Ron yelled, once Harry had closed the trunk.

"Go, go, go!" urged Fred.

George turned the car around as quick as he could so Ron could open the passenger's door. Harry was now trying to hand him Hedwig's cage, trying to hurry before his uncle could stop him from leaving. The four passengers shouted urgently for Harry to hurry, while Ron grabbed the cage, and handed it to Tony. As the younger Weasley male jumped in the backseat between Fred and Tony, Vernon, a stout, elderly-looking man dressed in a flannel robe, opened the door. Harry quickly dashed for the car as his uncle gave chase.

"Petunia, he's escaping!" the ill-tempered man roared.

Harry jumped into the car's passenger seat, but Vernon grabbed onto the boy's ankle and tried to pull him back through the window. The Weasley brothers and Tony quickly grabbed onto Harry and tried to pull him back, but Vernon wouldn't let go. Tony then remembered his can of cheese spray and picked it up, smiling.

"Let go of me!" shouted Harry.

"Oh, no, boy," growled Vernon. "You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!"

"Get off!"

Tony rolled down his window and pressed the nozzle down on the can with his index fingertip, causing a thin stream of cheese to quickly cover the older man's face. Vernon howled and growled as he instinctively raised a hand to wipe away the creamy dairy product blinding him.

"Drive!" Ron shouted, looking at the twin behind the wheel.

George slammed his foot down on the pedal, and started to drive off. Vernon, who was still preoccupied with trying to clean his face, and still had a grip on Harry's ankle, felt himself being pulled out of the window.

"No! No! No! No!" he screamed, panicking.

The man tumbled out of the window, his grip finally released from his nephew's leg. Harry climbed into the car and he and the others looked back down to see his uncle had landed onto a bush, then he closed the door once they were a good distance away.

"By the way, Harry, happy birthday." said Ron.


The sun rose up by the time the five of them had returned to the Weasley's household. It was a tall house with many roofs, chimneys, and windows, some farm animals here and there, and a garage for the car. There were barely any other houses nearby, mostly forest and field. The car started descending towards the ground and landed with a bump, just in front of the pigpen. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Tony exited the car, and started to head for the house until a screeching from inside the car alerted them to Hedwig, who was practically screaming for them to let her out of the cage.

"I forgot. We don't have the key to let her out." groaned Harry.

"I'll take care of that." said Tony. "Who's got a hairpin?"

Fred handed him one, and he and the others watched as the Slytherin of the group got back into the car, and picked the lock to Hedwig's cage, then within seconds, the snowy owl flew out of the window and out of sight.

"She'll come back here, right?" asked Harry.

"She will." Fred reassured him. "Come on, let's get inside."

The three Weasleys, Harry, and Tony quietly crept towards the house, and snuck inside through the kitchen door, as Fred whispered for the others to be quiet. Harry glanced around the kitchen and saw a pan being scrubbed by an enchanted brush. While the Weasley brothers were helping themselves to some rolls, Tony walked over to Harry, and nudged him.

"Think that's cool?" he whispered. "Have a look at this."

The Slytherin student jerked his head towards the grandfather clock, and led Harry towards it. Instead of numbers on the face, it showed words like "school", "home", "lost", and even "prison", and some of the hands had enchanted pictures of the faces of the Weasley family members on it. The hands with Ron's, Fred's, and George's faces swung from "lost" to "home".

"Cool, huh?" asked Tony.

"Yeah." nodded Harry.

He then walked away towards the living room, and saw a scarf being knitted by a pair of needles, also magically enhanced.

"It's not much," Ron spoke, through a mouthful of bread. "But it's home."

"I think it's brilliant." Harry told him.

Seconds later, the sound of running footsteps alerted the boys to another presence. A woman with long orange-red hair, dressed in a colorful dress stood at the bottom of the stairs, glaring at them.

"Where have you been?!" she demanded.

Ron, Fred, and George looked at her, fearfully, for a moment, then glanced down at the biscuits in their hands, and hid them behind their backs.

"Harry, this is Mrs. Weasley." Tony said, gesturing from Harry to the woman. "Mrs. Weasley, Harry." he added, gesturing from the woman back to Harry.

Upon seeing that Harry was in the room, Mrs. Weasley's expression quickly transformed into one of a motherly smile.

"Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear." she greeted, rushing towards the boys.

Instantly, upon glancing at her three sons, her angry scowl returned.

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone!" she shouted, glaring at her sons. "You could have died! You could have been seen!"

Mrs. Weasley looked back at Harry and Tony, who trusted himself not to say anything else, and her calm expression returned for a brief moment.

"Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear." she told Harry.

Ron and the twins looked guiltily at the floor for a moment, then the former dared himself to speak.

"They were starving him, mum." he defended himself and his brothers. "There were bars on his windows."

Fred, George, Harry, and Tony nodded quickly in confirmation, but that didn't make the female Weasley anymore calm.

"Well you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley." the Weasley matriarch declared, pointing a finger at her youngest son. "And Anthony, I will be discussing this with your father. He said 'no mischief'. I know you left a note explaining where you all went and what you were doing, but he was clear in his instructions." she added, glancing at Tony.

Tony cringed, and looked at the ground, groaning softly. Mrs. Weasley calmed down once again, and looked at Harry, smiling.

"Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast." she told him.

Harry nodded, and watched as she marched into the kitchen, then looked at Tony.

"Your dad's here?" he asked.

"Not right now, he isn't." answered Tony. "Dad and Tim are doing paperwork, and Riley couldn't come over 'cause he was watching Evan last night."

As the boys sat down for breakfast, Mrs. Weasley started putting food on each of the plates set out for them. She called down Percy and Ginny, the last of the children in the home, for breakfast, and started serving out the food onto the plates. Percy had arrived first, his red hair tousled from sleep, and dressed in a pair of striped pajamas similar to Harry's. Just as Mrs. Weasley was starting to put some food onto Harry's plate, Ginny, a girl with long fiery-red hair and blue eyes, rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen in her blue robe.

"Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" she asked.

"Yes, dear, it was on the cat." replied Mrs. Weasley.

Tony looked up at the girl and waved.

"Morning, Ginny." he greeted.

"Good morning, Tony." replied Ginny.

Her eyes then fell on Harry, who was seated beside Ron, and they widened in surprise. Harry noticed her staring, and looked up at her with a smile.

"Hello." he greeted, politely.

Instead of a similar response that she had given Tony a moment ago, the young female Weasley turned and bolted back up the stairs, leaving a confused Harry sitting at the kitchen table. Fred and George looked at one another and chuckled quietly, while Tony tried to hide his grin.

"What did I do?" Harry asked, turning to look at Ron.

"Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer." explained Ron. "A bit annoying, really."

"Looks like you've yet another fan, Harry." joked Tony.

As he said this, Prof. Gabriel entered the house through the kitchen doors. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with dark brown work boots, and he had his sandy brown jacket slung over his right shoulder. He had brown eyes just like his son, but his hair was black, and his skin was paler than Tony's.

"Teasing our friends so early in the morning?" the man asked.

"Hey, dad." greeted Tony.

A moment after Prof. Gabriel had walked into the kitchen, another man dressed differently than him waved at the people inside.

"Morning, Weasleys!" he called.

The Weasley children and Mrs. Weasley greeted him, as the man followed the Muggle archaeologist into the kitchen. He was dressed in a green coat over a brown vest and white collared shirt with a brown tie. On his head was a pointed brown cap, almost like the school hats the Hogwarts students wore.

"What a night." Mr. Weasley groaned, tiredly. "Nine raids. Nine!"

"'Raids'?" repeated Harry.

"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office." Ron explained, looking up at his father, who was walking over to give his wife a kiss on the cheek. "Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating. Ask Tony and his dad."

Harry looked past Ron to see Tony forcing himself to look back down at the plate. He figured that the Slytherin student did not want to talk about it right now. He would soon find out why in a moment.

"Well, now." Mr. Weasley said, sitting down in a chair at one end of the table. "Joesph, you'll have to tell me more about how those music players work later."

Prof. Gabriel nodded back at him, as he took a seat at the other end of the table. It was then that Mr. Weasley noticed that Harry was sitting in the kitchen.

"And who are you?" he asked.

"Oh. Sorry, sir." Harry spoke, looking at the elder Weasley. "I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter."

Instantly, Mr. Weasley's tired demeanor brightened.

"Good Lord. Are you really?" he asked, excitedly. "Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he get here?" the man added, looking around at his sons.

"This morning." Mrs. Weasley replied, her tone changing to one of anger.

She turned back to look at her husband, her hands on her hips.

"Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night. With Anthony showing them the way." she told the two fathers.

Tony felt his father's gaze upon him, and didn't dare to meet it.

"I am so dead." he muttered.

To everyone's surprise though, Mr. Weasley was not initially angry. In fact, he looked surprised.

"Did you really?" he asked, curiously. "How did it go?"

This was not the reaction that Mrs. Weasley had in mind, as she quickly turned back around to smack him on the arm, earning a few smirks and chuckles.

"I mean, that was very wrong indeed, boys." Mr. Weasley scolded, half-heartedly. "Very wrong of you."

"Anthony Joseph, I thought we talked about this." Prof. Gabriel started, looking at his son. "You were to behave yourself while I was gone."

"Oh, don't be too hard on him." George joked, grinning at his twin. "His cheese in a can saved the day after all."

Across from him, Tony rest his cheek on one hand, while drumming on the table top with his free hand's fingers.

"I can't tell if you're joking or if you're being serious." he said, looking up at the twin.

"Welcome to my life." muttered Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, God, what did he do with it?" asked Prof. Gabriel.

"Sprayed it in Harry's uncle's face when he tried to pull Harry out of the car." replied Fred.

"Tony, isn't he the old man who screamed at you and Riley when you two asked if Harry could come by for the week?"

"Yep." replied Tony.

Prof. Gabriel nodded, and looked down at his plate. As he started shoveling food into his mouth, a smile had formed on his face, well hidden from his son's view.

"Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles, I've been saving some questions for you," Mr. Weasley said, turning to Harry. "Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Harry now could see why Tony suddenly went quiet when Ron brought up him and the Weasley patriarch. Just as Harry was starting to try and answer the man's question, he was interrupted by the screeching of an owl.

"Well, that'll be Errol with the post." said Mrs. Weasley.

"Should we get a cushion?" asked Tony.

"I don't think you'll be able to get it in time." replied Percy.

Sure enough, a barn owl flew towards the kitchen, and ended up slamming into the window, earning a few cringes from the residents inside.

"Fetch it, will you, Percy?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking at the oldest Weasley boy.

Percy rose to his feet, and walked towards window to retrieve the mail from the beak of the family owl, who hopped back onto the window ledge.

"Errol?" asked Harry.

"He's always doing that." Ron told him.

As they talked, Percy examined the envelope, and looked at the contents.

"Oh, look, it's our Hogwarts letters." he announced, looking at his mother. "They've sent us Harry's and Tony's as well."

"Dumbledore must know you're here, boys." Mr. Weasley observed, while Percy started handing out the letters. "Doesn't miss a trick that man."

"Oh, no." agreed Mrs. Weasley.

Tony observed his letter, and raised an eyebrow at the list of schoolbooks that would be required.

"'Break with a Banshee' by Gilderoy Lockhart, 'Gadding with Ghouls' by Gilderoy Lockhart, 'Holidays with Hags' by Gilderoy Lockhart," he listed, his tone slowly changing into one of annoyance. "Okay, clue me in. Who's this Gilderoy Lockhart, and do we need so many of his books?"

"Do you want the short version or the long version?" asked Fred.

"Short."

"I'll fill you in later."

"What kind of short version is that?!"

"This lot won't come cheap though." George observed, looking at his letter. "The spell books alone are expensive."

"We'll manage." Mrs. Weasley assured him, as she took Harry's letter. "There's only one place we're going to get all of this. Diagon Alley."


First chapter of the Chamber of Secrets rewrite has begun. I'll try to update sooner than my last HP fanfic.

Let's go over this disclaimer stuff, shall we?

Disclaimer: I own just the Cross family, and the Gabriels. I don't own the Harry Potter series (books, movies, you get it), or any of the DC comics, books, the Walkman player, any artists or songs that appear in this story. If I did, I'd be richer than Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, the Malfoys, you get it. 'kay? Cool. Catch you later.

Update (9/19/18): Rewrite is in progress to add more chapters.