Harry Potter series belongs to J. K. Rowling. Includes quoted from the Goblet Of Fire.
The Potter children were ready to leave number four, Pivot Drive. They had already packed everything they needed to return to Hogwarts, like their invisibility cloak, spellbooks, quills, and the Marauders' Map.
"They'll be driving, of course?" Uncle Vernon snapped, breaking the tense silence. The siblings hesitated. In their excitement to pack and escape from this place, they'd forgotten to about the transportation. Quickly, they glanced at each other and Estella replied, "Er...I think so?" Their uncle just grunted.
Time passed as Harry and Estella waited in their bedroom, not being able to handle their aunt's behavior. About a quarter to five, the two siblings made their way to the living room. Five soon passed and Uncle Vernon sneered. "They're late."
Harry was quick to respond. "I know. They're probably stuck in er-traffic or something."
Ten minutes passed...twenty...thirty. By now, everyone in the Dursley house was feeling anxious waiting for the Weasleys to arrive. Estella exchanged a worried look with her younger brother, panic evident in her hazel eyes as she ran her fingers through her black locks-a nervous habit she picked up.
As her uncle began to rant, loud sounds came from the living room, effectively cutting him off, as his son, raced to the kitchen. The two black-haired twins found the noise coming from their electric fireplace.
"Ouch! Fred, no - go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake - tell George not to - OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron -"
"Maybe Harry and Estella can hear us, Dad - maybe he'll be able to let us out -"
The people in the closed fireplace began to make as much noise as they could make, trying to get the Potter's attention.
"Estella? Harry? Can you hear us?" While the teens tried to hold back their giggles, their family rounded on them with fire in their eyes.
"What is this?" Snarled Uncle Vernon. Suppressing her laugh, she tried to explain. ""They - they've tried to get here by Floo powder." Harry added, "They can travel by fire - only you've blocked the fireplace - hang on -"
Her brother made his way to the blocked fireplace and attempted to explain the reasoning they were stuck over the ruckus the Weasleys were making. After the siblings bickered with each other, Mr. Weasley made a decision. "I'm trying to think what to do...Yes...only way...Stand back you two."
Knowing Mr. Weasley, the brother and sister didn't hesitate to move behind the coach. Uncle Vernon however did not know Arthur Weasley and so he ignored the warning.
""Wait a moment!" he bellowed at the fire. "What exactly are you going to -" But before he could finish his sentence, the fireplace door was launched across the room while a pile of red-headed males lay jumbled in a heap. Quickly, Mr. Weasley stood up and dusted himself off, heading towards Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who were trying in vain to get away from him, still in shock. He tried to introduce himself, but the pair were too speechless to talk back to him. The older man turned his attention to the Potter children.
His eyes brightened as they landed on the duo. "Hello Harry! Estella! Got your trunk ready?"
Nodding their heads, they grinned and chirped, "They're upstairs," in unison.
At once, the twins perked up. "We'll get it," Fred injected, winking at his best friend. Estella snorted. Probably wanted to see the famous Dudley Dursley and give him hell.
After the twins left, the silence was broken by Mr. Weasley who tried to get the Dursleys to explain all the Muggle contraptions. Dudley had re-entered the room, trying to hide behind his father in vain, fear keeping him silent. Even though Mr. Weasley spoke to him softly and with sympathy (as he was concerned to why Harry and Estella's cousin was concealing his backside), the boy refused to make a sound other than whimpering. The Weasley Twins came back into the room with Harry's school trunk with Fred and Estella's with George. Their blue eyes glittering with mischief as they landed on their nxt victim.
"Ah, right," said Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then." He pointed his wand towards the fireplace and muttered, "Incendio." Flames instantly rose as Arthur took out a pouch filled with powder and sprinkling it over, making it turn green.
"Off you go Fred," gestured Mr. Weasley. Fred made his way towards the fire but stopped when a bag of toffees spilled across the floor. Cramming the sweets into his pocket, he made his way into the fire before stating, "The Burrow." Aunt Petunia gave a cry of disgust. Seconds later, George disappeared, Ron following after his older brother.
Harry nodded his head toward his uncle, aunt, and cousin, offering them a hesitant, "good-bye" while his older sister avoided their distasteful gazes as she shifted uncomfortably. Not bothering to hear a response from the Dursleys, the Potters made their way to the fire. But before they could leave, Arthur held them back.
"Harry said good-bye to you," he informed them in disbelief. "Didn't you hear him?" Harry tried to protest but the freckled faced man covered in soot refused to listen. "You aren't going to see your nephew till next summer. Surely you're going to say good-bye?" He insisted.
Estella could tell by the way her uncle narrowed his eyes and his face turning red that he didn't care for the man that blasted his wall or his wanting him to bid Harry farewell. But she knew he wouldn't argue with the man, especially when his wand was still out. So grudgingly, he replied, "Good-bye then."
Estella had one foot in the fire before she could hear gagging noises and a shrilly scream. She whipped around to find that Dudley-who was no longer near his parents-was choking on a…is that his tongue? Oh my Merlin it is! She looked around before she noticed a wrapper. Isn't that the toffee that Fred and George had? Oh of course those two had something to do with this. Dudley's parents were in hysterics. Multiple times Mr. Weasley had tried to help, but the two refused to let the wizard even close to their son, who was beginning to suffocate as his mother tried pulling his tongue out his mouth. In his rage, Uncle Vernon threw China at Arthur, missing him and smashing against the wall.
"Hey!" Estella protested as her brother was too busy having his mouth open from shock. Uncle Vernon ignored the sixteen year old as he chucked another ornament towards the red-head.
"Just go!" pointing his wand at Uncle Vernon, he shouted, "I'll sort this out!"
The two hesitated, not wanting to miss the show. But after seeing the look on the Dursleys faces, they decided that it would be best to leave this to the expert. Harry went first, yelling "the Burrow" and spinning out of sight, his sister leaving after him, only to see Arthur knocking the third object out of her uncle's hand, his aunt hovered over her son in hysterics, and Dudley, who had his tongue lolling to the side. The world began to spin as she flooed to the Weasley's house, shamrock green flames dancing around her.