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Chapter 1: First, we need to get out.
Harry and Ron stepped carefully out of their room at the Burrow, looking around suspiciously. Ron gently shut his door quietly, and they both straightened up. The two walked down the many flights of stairs, making sure to avoid loose or creaky steps, all the way down into the foyer. Once there, they ducked to hide behind a chair, and watched the empty hall. Ron signaled an all clear, and they tiptoed towards the door, tense in anticipation of being caught. As it happened, they were right to be anxious.
"And just where are you sneaking off to, boys?" asked Mrs.Weasley sternly from behind them. Harry turned.
"Erhm….breath of fresh air, and all that…." he said, inching for the door. Ron was reaching for the handle, his back still turned from his mother.
"Oh, no, you don't." said the ruddy haired woman, clamping a hand on each of their necks, turning them forcibly around, and marching them up the stairs, ranting about the untrustworthiness and defiance in her children. Dragging their feet, Harry and Ron reentered their room. "In bed. Now. We'll discuss this in the morning." Mrs.Weasley said tersely, closing the door behind her.
Several minutes later, a length of knotted sheets began to inch out of a fourth floor window. After a while, it reached all the way to the ground. Soon after it reached the ground, a figure appeared on the white rope, and began lowering itself towards the ground. Another figure soon joined it, and they had made it about halfway to the ground before a final figure emerged from the house. Mr. Weasley craned his neck to look up at Ron and Harry, and waved a hello to them. They froze.
"Your mother says…erm… oh, yes…to get back in the house... right this instant, and that….oh, goodness, and… ah yes, and if she catches you trying to get out of your room one more time, she will personally see to it that you never leave the grounds again this summer. Alright?" he asked.
Ron and Harry looked down at him, dumbfounded by Mrs.Weasley's ability to anticipate their actions. After a few minutes of staring at them, Mr. Weasley turned to go.
"Goodnight, then, boys." he said, disappearing into the house once more. Slowly, Harry and Ron made their way back up their makeshift rope.
"Of course!" came a proclamation from the fourth story window, moments later. It was quickly hushed, before two boys zoomed out of the window and into the night on a broomstick. From behind them, there came an odd sound, which seemed to be the strange combination of a door slamming open, and various shouts of profanity from a female voice.
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