Hey everyone. I'm sorry it took a little while to get this one up, my finals start Monday, so I've been studying a lot this week, and I've suffered a little bit from Writer's Block, so I apologize if this chapter isn't that great. It might be another week or so before I post up the next chapter, just so you guys know. I hope you guys like this, and any comments or questions you may have, just let me know, okay? Enjoy!

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Chapter Two: Reunited

MPOV

"No! Dad, no!"

"One-two-"

"No!"

"Three!"

Mia squealed as Ben tossed her up into the air and she landed into the cold water of the lake with a huge splash. Her body jerked at the contact and the sudden change of temperature, and she quickly swam back to the surface, sputtering. She glared at her father, who was standing on the dock, grinning shamelessly at her.

"Dad!" Mia yelled. "That wasn't fair!"

"You should pay more attention when someone sneaks up behind you love," Ben chuckled. Mia continued to glare and stuck her tongue out at him like a five year old. Ben laughed at her face, and then backed up a little. Then he broke out into a run, leaping off the end of the dock and pulling his legs in for the perfect cannon ball. As he landed in the water, the water splashed into Mia's face and she laughed as well, rubbing the water out of her eyes. A few seconds later, Ben came shooting out of the water, shaking his head and sending little droplets everywhere. With a wicked smile, Mia jumped at him without warning and dunked his head back under the water, letting out a triumphant "Ha!" When he came back up, he looked around and when he caught sight of her, a sly grin stretched across his face, and Mia's smile instantly dropped. Letting out another squeal, she quickly took off, swimming as fast as she could with Ben right behind her. He caught her in next to no time, and Mia made a shriek of laughter as Ben threw her over his shoulder and started spinning her around in the water.

It was the second day into their vacation, and Mia was already having a great time with her family. They had unpacked everything at the cottage last night, and today they set out for the lake by noon. Mia was so excited, she loved coming to the lake in the summer time. The surrounding pines were a luscious green, and the days were nice and warm, perfect conditions for swimming. They set up not far from the water, with a couple pull out chairs and a rather large blanket to eat their lunch on. There were some other families out and about as well, as there were a group of other kids playing not too far from where they were. While Mia and Ben were messing around, Catherine had Brian with her at the shallow end, watching him as he threw rocks into the water and played with his sailboat. After getting splashed and dunked a few a while longer, Catherine called out that it was time to eat, and so Ben and Mia swam over towards her in a race, which Ben won. Dripping wet, Mia grabbed her towel from one of the chairs and dried herself off before sitting down next to Brian on the blanket, while Ben brought out the cooler from the van and started taking out their food. They family chatted happily as they ate their sandwiches and drank their juice, and Mia giggled at Brian, who was getting sticky peanut butter all over his face. As soon as they were done eating, Mia took Brian back over to the shallow end of the water while Catherine and Ben started to clean everything up and put it back into the van. While Mia and Brian were playing together in the sand, Mia suddenly felt something hit her in the back of the head, making her jerk forward.

"Ow!" she said, rubbing the back of her head and looking around for whatever hit her. She saw a beach ball sitting beside her, and she picked it up, wondering where on earth it had come from.

"Over here!" yelled a vice from behind her. Mia turned around to see a small boy who looked to be around her age coming toward her, wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of swimming trunks. His shaggy auburn hair fell into his face, and his hazel brown eyes sparked with excitement as he ran. Mia thought he looked vaguely familiar, although she had no idea how. The boy stopped when he was in front of her, giving her a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Mia, handing the ball back to him. As he took it, the boy stared at her thoughtfully, as if he were trying to piece together a puzzle.

"I think I know you," he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you look familiar…wait, you're Amelia Thatcher, right?" asked the boy, a wide grin stretching across his face.

"Er, yeah," Mia replied. "It's just Mia though. How did you know?"

"My name's Alex Parker. I'm in Hufflepuff," he added, lowering his voice. "We had Herbology together last term."

"Oh!" said Mia in realization. "I remember now—you always work behind Hannah and Susan."

"Yeah," said Alex, nodding eagerly. "And you always work with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. You guys are pretty popular."

"Are we?" asked Mia in slight surprise.

"Of course," said Alex. "Everyone knows that you're Harry Potter's best friend, and after what happened with Quirrell, that's all anyone ever talked about. You guys were really brave going after him like that."

"Um, thanks, I guess," said Mia, a pink tinge to her cheeks. "What are you doing here Alex?"

"I'm here with my parents and brothers, we're spending the weekend here," Alex replied. "We actually live pretty far from here, but my dad got some time off of work at the Ministry, so we decided to come to the lake."

"What does your father do?" Mia asked in curiosity, not knowing anyone who worked in the Ministry.

"He works in the Magical Law Enforcement Department," Alex answered. "He usually works a lot, so it's not often he gets time off. Are you here with your parents?"

"Yes, we're here for two weeks, and then we're going home."

"That's good. Hey, do you want to play with us?" Alex asked, indicating the other boys who were waiting not too far away.

"I'd love too, but we're going to be leaving soon," said Mia. "But we might be coming back tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you then?"

"Sure, that's fine," said Alex with a bright smile. "It was good seeing you again Mia."

"You too Alex," she said, returning his smile. Alex gave a small wave, then he started running back over to where his brothers were, and as Mia watched him go, she couldn't help but smile. This was great, she doesn't know any student outside of school except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Alex seemed really nice, and very sweet too. This was so exciting, now she knows another wizard! She couldn't wait to tell Harry about this!

"And who exactly was that Mia?"

Mia turned around to see her parents coming over towards her and Brian. Catherine had a knowing and pleased smile on her face while Ben was staring after Alex, a slight frown on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

"That was Alex," answered Mia. "He goes to school with me."

"Well, he seems like a nice boy," said Catherine, her smile still on her face. "What did you two talk about?"

"Yes, what did you talk about?" said Ben, bringing his attention to Mia.

"Not too much—he accidently hit me with his ball and came over to apologize. He's here with his family, and he's staying for the weekend."

"That's nice, maybe we'll you will get to see him again," said Catherine.

"Do you like him?" Ben suddenly asked, rather bluntly.

"Ben!" said Catherine, glaring at her husband.

"What?" said Mia, feeling her cheeks burning. "No, I don't like him! I barely even know him!"

"You two seemed awfully close to each other," stated Ben suspiciously.

"Oh for heaven's sake Ben, he was just saying hello," said Catherine.

"So you think…"

Mia just stood there, shock still and completely flustered while Catherine nudged Ben in the side, telling him to drop it. To serve as a distraction, Mia, her face still hot, went over to help Brian build his little sand castle. Time seemed to slip past them, and before they knew it, it was almost three in the afternoon, and Brian suddenly yawned, rubbing at his eyes.

"I think we should head back," said Catherine, stooping down to move Brian's hands away, so he wouldn't get sand in his eyes. "Brian needs to take a nap."

"Already?" said Mia, frowning sadly at her mother.

"Don't worry love, we still have a whole thirteen days left," said Ben as he came to stand beside Mia. "We can always come back tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess so. And Alex said he'll be back, so you guys can meet him," said Mia, perking up instantly.

"Or maybe we should give the lake a break," Ben said hastily. "There's always Monday—"

"Oh Ben stop worrying so much," said Catherine, picking Brian up. "She wants to spend time with her friend."

"How do you know he's just a friend?" Ben muttered under his breath.

"Dad!" whined Mia. Ben chuckled at her, shaking his head, but Mia still knew he wasn't going to let it go so easily. They packed up the last of their things into the van, and soon enough, everyone was piled inside and they were driving back to the cottage. Brian easily fell asleep in his car seat just after five minutes and Mia smiled fondly at her little brother. He was still of it out when they finally got back, and Mia helped Ben bring everything in from the van while her mother went inside to put Brian in his bed. Just as Mia was dragging a couple chairs and Brian's toys into the house, she heard a strange noise, almost like some sort of dying animal.

"What in the world is that?" said Ben. Mia looked up to where Ben was pointing, and was shocked at what she saw. In the distance, flying straight towards them, was what looked like a puffed up brown feather duster with wings, sinking lower and lower, with something tied to its leg. It was swaying from side to side, as if it didn't quite have a sense of direction, and Mia instantly knew what this weird creature was.

"Errol!" she cried out, her heart soaring with the outmost excitement. "Dad it's Errol! He must have a letter from Ron!"

"Errol?" said Ben. "But that means—Mia quick, open the window!"

Mia dropped the things she was carrying and raced over to the front window, quickly undoing the lock. She just managed to unlock the window, thrust it open, and move aside before a ball of fluff went shooting past her and collided into the loveseat, bouncing off the cushions and landing on the floor. Mia went over to the large bird, which was laying spread eagle on the floor, and appeared utterly exhausted. If it wasn't for the fact that his chest was moving, Mia would have though Errol was dead. She gently gathered the bird into her hands and held him against her.

"Are you all right Errol?" she said. Errol didn't move, but he gave her a feeble hoot. Mia rolled her eyes at the aging owl just as Ben came inside.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's just tired," said Mia. "I think he may need some water."

"Here, take the letter off of his foot, and I'll take him to the kitchen and get him some water," Ben offered. Mia nodded, and then she placed Errol in her father's arms, relieving his burden off of him in the process. Once Ben had carried Errol of to the kitchen, Mia sat down on the loveseat and beamed when she saw Ron's familiar untidy scrawl on the front, spelling out her name. Ripping open the envelope, Mia unfolded the parchment and began to read.

Mia,

What the bloody hell is going on?! Why haven't you and Harry been answering any of my letters? I asked you two to come and stay over my house about twelve times already. Is everything all right? Are you guys hurt? I've been talking to Hermione, and she says you haven't answered her either, and so have Fred and George! We're getting really worried Mia, and so are my parents. Listen, if you don't answer this letter, my brother's and I are going to come and see what's going on. Please write back to me, we're all worried about you!

-Ron

Mia stared down at the letter, more than just a little confused. What was Ron talking about? From this sound of it, he and Hermione had been sending her lots of letters. But she hasn't gotten anything! This is the first one she's received in weeks from anybody, and what confused her even more is that if Ron says he's been sending her letters, then how in the world did she get this one? There were so many questions going on inside her head, she didn't even know what to think. She re-read the letter a couple more times, but it didn't become any clearer. She heard the sound of footsteps coming up next to her, and then she saw Catherine, looking at the letter in her hands.

"Mia? What have you got there?" she asked.

"A letter, from Ron," Mia replied. "It's the first one I've gotten in weeks, and it doesn't make any sense. He says he's been sending me lots of letters, and Hermione too, but I never got them."

"Maybe they got lost in the mail," Catherine suggested.

"I'm not sure Mum," said Mia. "Errol is old, but he would have made it to our house eventually. I'm going to go upstairs and write him back."

Catherine nodded at her, and then Mia took off up the staircase on the second floor, determined to find out what was happening. When she was inside her room, she crossed over to the desk, pulled out her ink and parchment from the drawer, sat down, and started to write her reply.

Ron,

What do you mean I haven't been writing to you? This letter was the first one I had gotten from you in weeks! I haven't heard from you since the second week of July, or even from Hermione, Fred or George! Harry says he hasn't received any letters at all, and we were both starting to think that you had forgotten about us. I don't know what's going on here, but I do know that something has to be stopping mine and Harry's letters, because I can't think of any other explanation.

Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm at my family's cottage right now for a couple weeks, Errol's just arrived today with your letter. Harry hasn't been able to send you anything because his relatives made him lock up Hedwig in her cage, and they won't let him set her free at night. They've been so horrible to him this summer, he's not allowed outside too much, and I didn't want to leave him all alone, especially on his birthday, but he wasn't allowed to come with me and my family. I'm sorry we haven't been able to speak Ron, I'm just so confused about all this! Maybe you can ask Hermione about it. And is there anything you can do to help Harry? Please write back soon!

Love From,

Mia

Mia finished up the letter and then sealed it inside an envelope, writing Ron's name on the front. She bit her lip as she stared at it, wishing she could send it now, but she knew Errol had to get some rest before taking off again. She really hoped Ron might have an idea as to what was stopping the letters, because at this point, Mia was absolutely clueless…

HPOV

It was safe to say that as of right now, Harry Potter was mad. No, forget mad, he was downright angry. Out of all the things to happen to him tonight, he never would have expected to be in the situation he was in at that very moment.

He was standing in the middle of his bedroom, glaring at a small, ugly creature that probably came up just past his knees, with large, flappy, bat-like ears, huge, tennis ball sized green eyes, and wearing a dirty old pillowcase for clothing. This creature's name was Dobby, and he had appeared in Harry room at the worst possible time imaginable. Harry's relatives were entertaining their guests downstairs, and his Uncle Vernon was hoping to strike a business deal with some rich builder. He had sent Harry up to his room, and made it clear that he would make Harry regret having ever been born if he made so much as one sound. Of course, everything seemed to go well until Harry came across Dobby sitting on his bed when he arrived.

Dobby was a house elf, a creature that was born to serve as a slave for one wizard family forever until the day he died. Harry knew straight away from Dobby's appearance and his behavior that the family he served was cruel to him, and he felt a little sympathy for the elf. Then the sympathy turned into shock when he understood why Dobby had come to Harry in the first place. Dobby had warned him that terrible things would be happening at Hogwarts this year, that there was a dangerous and foul plot at hand, and Dobby was trying to make Harry swear that he would not return to school that year. Harry was dumbstruck, and whenever he tried to get Dobby to tell him what terrible things would happen, the elf would start beating himself up, and make loud, screeching sounds of pain. On top of that, Dobby continued to try to make Harry agree not to go back to school, but Harry refused. There was absolutely no way he wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts. It was his home, it was where his friends were, and he didn't want to stay with the Dursleys! After explaining this to Dobby, the little elf had slipped up and let on that he knew Harry wasn't receiving any letters from his friends. It was at that point that Harry's shock turned into anger as Dobby pulled out two stacks of letters from an inside pocket in his pillowcase. Harry instantly recognized Hermione's neat writing, Ron's untidy scrawl and even a scribble that looked as though it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper Hagrid. But what really made Harry angry was that it wasn't just his letters Dobby was holding.

"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby…" the elf said anxiously.

"It was you!" Harry said. "You've been stopping my letters! And you took Mia's too!"

"Dobby had no choice sir," Dobby said. "Dobby hoped if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him, Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir. And Dobby soon realized that Harry Potter's friend went to Hogwarts as well, and that she was writing to Harry Potter's school friends. Dobby didn't want to do it, but he had to take Miss' letters too, so that it would still seem as if Harry Potter's friends had still forgotten him."

"Give me those, now," said Harry, reaching forward and making a grab for the letters. Dobby quickly dodged him and held the letters out of his reach.

"Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, this is a danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir!"

"No!" said Harry angrily. "Give me back my friends' letters!"

"Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice," said the elf sadly, shaking his head. Before Harry could do anything, Dobby darted to the bedroom door, pulled it open, and sprinted down the stairs. A horrible sense of dread filled Harry, because he knew for a fact that the Masons haven't left yet.

"Dobby, no!" Harry said, hurriedly going after the elf. "Come back!"

Harry raced down the stairs as quiet as he could, jumping the last six stairs and looking around for Dobby. He listened to make sure no one had heard him before he ran up the hall into the kitchen and as soon as he entered, he felt his stomach disappear, and the feeling of dread increased ten-fold as he took in the sight in front of him. Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugar violets, was floating up near the ceiling. Harry's heart was beating frantically in his chest, his mind spinning. No, no, please no. He looked around and then spotted Dobby on top of a cupboard in the corner, watching him.

"No," whispered Harry, looking at Dobby desperately. "Please, don't...they'll kill me..."

"Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school," said Dobby.

"Dobby, please!"

"Say it, sir."

"I can't."

"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good," the elf said sadly, giving Harry a sorrowful and regretful looked as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. All at once, the floating pudding came crashing down to the ground, and cream splattered the windows and walls as the dish shattered, and Harry found himself covered head to toe in the pudding. The loud ruckus cause Uncle Vernon to come charging into the kitchen, his face purple and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Harry couldn't speak, and when he looked back over to the cupboard, he saw that Dobby had disappeared from sight.

However, instead of getting better, things had only gotten worse. In less than a half hour after the pudding had fallen, an owl had swooped in through the open widow while Harry was cleaning up the mess, and it dropped a letter on top of Mrs. Mason's head before leaving. The poor woman, being terrified of birds, screamed shrilly and fled from the house, with her husband right behind her. Harry stood helplessly as Uncle Vernon bore down upon him like an angry bull, forcing Harry to read the letter out loud. With his hands shaking, Harry opened up the letter and started to read.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this evening at twelve minutes passed nine. As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spell work on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C). We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity which risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offence, under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statue of Secrecy.

Enjoy your Holidays!

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkirk

Improper Use of Magical Office

Ministry of Magic

His hands still shaking madly, Harry looked up from the letter and gulped.

"You didn't tell us you weren't allowed to use magic outside of school," said Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. "Forgot to mention it...slipped your mind, I dare say. Well, I've got news for you, boy...I'm locking you up...you're never going back to that school...never! And if you try and magic yourself out, they'll expel you!"

…

Now that Harry had lost his only weapon, he had to endure his uncle's wrath. Three days after the whole fiasco, Harry found himself sitting alone in his room at night, with iron bars on his window, a padlock on the outside of his bedroom door, and a cat flap on the bottom, where he was fed small portions of food three times a day. Harry found himself completely miserable, starved, and scared. It didn't look like his uncle was going to let him off the hook anytime soon, and he was afraid of not being able to go back to school. He wished more than anything that Mia was home—her and her parents would not stand for this, and he was positive that they could make the Dursleys let him go. But she wasn't coming back for another week and a half, and who knows if he'll even make it until then. No, as far as he was concerned, Harry was stuck like this, locked up like a prisoner, starving, and alone. Harry sighed as he sat down on his bed, looking over at his beautiful snowy owl.

"I'm sorry I got us into this Hedwig," said Harry sadly. Hedwig clipped her beak at him, staring at him softly with her amber eyes, as if trying to tell him it wasn't his fault. Moving his attention to the window, Harry gazed out at the moon, half hidden behind the clouds.

"Mia, please come home soon—I need you," he said softly. Sighing again, Harry took off his glasses, turned off his light, and then settled into his bed, and drifted off to sleep.

He had a very strange dream that night. He was on show in a zoo, with a card reading 'Underage Wizard' attached to his cage. People goggled through the bars at him as he lay, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He saw Dobby's face in the crowd and shouted out, asking for help, but Dobby called, "Harry Potter is safe there, sir!" and vanished. He could see Mia in the crowd as well, pulling against the bars, and reaching out to him. Then the Dursleys appeared and Dudley rattled the bars of the cage laughing at him.

"Stop it," Harry muttered, as the rattling pounded in his sore head. "Leave me alone...cut it out...I'm trying to sleep..."

But the rattling didn't stop and it made Harry moan. Very reluctantly, he opened his eyes and blinked them a couple times to get them adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window, and, to his sock, someone was goggling through the bars at him: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.

Ron Weasley was outside Harry's window.

"Ron!" cried Harry, yanking his blankets back and scrambling out of his bed, groping around for his glassed and jamming them on. He ran over to the window and pushed it up so he could talk through the bars.

"Ron, how did you-what the–?" Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit her. Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in mid-air. Also, sitting in the front seats and grinning widely, Ron's elder twin brothers, Fred and George.

"All right, Harry?" they asked together.

"What's been going on?" said Ron. "What's been stopping your letters? I've asked you and Mia to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles..."

"It wasn't me-and how did he know?"

"He works for the Ministry," said Ron. "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school Harry-"

"Bit rich coming from you," said Harry, staring at the floating car.

"Oh, this doesn't count," said Ron. "We're only borrowing this, it's Dad's, we didn't enchant it. But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with..."

"I told you, I didn't–but it'll take too long to explain now. Look, can you explain to them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, and obviously I can't magic myself out, because the Ministry will think that's the second spell I've done in three days so–"

"Stop gibbering," Ron interrupted. "We've come to take you home with us,"

"But you can't magic me out either–"

"We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head towards the front seats and grinning. "You forget who I've got with me."

Along with Fred and George's help, Harry and Ron were able to tie a rope to the bars, and once it was good and tight, Fred revved up the car, and he kept it up until the bars finally came off, dangling in the air above the ground. Harry strained his ears and was thankful to hear that there were no sounds coming from the Dursley's room, which meant that they were still fast asleep. After lifting the bars up into the car, Harry told them about all his things being locked up, and so Fred and George easily slipped in through the window, went over to Harry's door, and picked the lock using an old hair pin. Once the door was open, Harry started rummaging around his room, packing up whatever he had so they can set off as soon as Fred and George came back. He handed his stuff out to Ron, and then the twins came back, with all of Harry's Hogwarts things with them. Fred climbed back out into the car, and he and Ron pulled everything Harry and George handed them into the car, moving as quickly and quietly as possible. As soon as everything was inside, George turned to Harry.

"Ok, let's go," George whispered. Harry nodded, but as he climbed onto the window-sill to follow George, there came a sudden loud screech from behind him, followed immediately by the thunder of Uncle Vernon's voice.

"THAT RUDDY OWL!"

"I've forgotten Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed. He tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on. He snatched up Hedwig's cage, dashed to the window and passed it out to Ron. Harry quickly climbed onto his dresser just as his bedroom door burst open, revealing Vernon Dursley in his red and white stripped night robes and fuzzy slippers. At the sight of Harry, he let out an angry bellow and rushed forward, grabbing Harry by the ankle. Ron, Fred and George immediately seized Harry's arms and pulled as hard as they could.

"Petunia!' roared Uncle Vernon. "He's getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY! Come here, boy!"

"Let go of me!" Harry yelled, struggling to get his ankle out of his uncle's grasp.

"Come on guys, pull!" Ron said. After a couple more tires, the Weasley's gave one more hard tug and Harry finally slipped out of his uncle's clutch, tumbling on top of Ron and George into the back seat of the car.

"Go, Fred, go!" said Ron, and in the next moment, the car was shooting up towards the sky, leaving Number Four far behind. Harry straightened up, rolling off of Ron, and leaned his head out of the window.

'See you next summer!' he yelled down to his relatives, making Ron, Fred and George start howling with laughter.

"Let Hedwig out," Harry told Ron. "She can fly behind us. She hasn't had a chance to stretch her wings for ages."

George handed the hairpin to Ron and a moment later, Hedwig had soared joyfully out of the window to glide alongside them like a ghost.

"So–what's the story Harry?" said Ron impatiently. "What's been happening? We know you haven't been getting my letters."

"How do you know that?" asked Harry.

"Mia," Fred and George simply.

"I finally got a hold of her while she was at the lake," Ron explained. "She told me that you guys haven't been getting mine or Hermione's letters, and she said that Hedwig was locked up, and that your relatives weren't treating you right. She asked us if there was anything we could do to help."

"So technically, she was the one who called for this rescue mission, even though she didn't know it," said George. "By the way, she told us to tell you Happy Birthday."

Harry smiled as he sat back in the seat. Even when she wasn't there, Mia always knew what to do to help him.

"But besides that, what happened?" said Ron. "Do you know what's been stopping the letters?"

"Yes, I do. And you guys are not going to believe this…"

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Note: In case you guys are wondering how Mia was able to get Ron's letter, let me explain: It was easy for Dobby to stop both Mia and Harry's letters while they were at Privet Drive, but since she left, and he didn't know exactly where she went, he couldn't keep track of both her and Harry's letters.