The Burrow

Chapter 2

I thought I put this one up already. Oops.

"Ron? Fred? George? What are you doing here?" Harry asked in awe. The both of us couldn't get over the fact that the three Weasley's were parked directly outside of our window. In a flying car.

"We're rescuing you of course," Ron answered as-a-matter-of-factly. "Come on and get your stuff."

Harry and I immediately pulled out the trunks from under the bed and handed them to the twins, who shoved them into the trunk of the Ford Angelina. Was there going to be enough room for all of our belongings as well as us? Next, we passed off Hedwig and Scorpio. All had been swell, until Harry smacked Hedwig's cage against the lamp on the table, causing it to crash onto the floor. A loud holler sounded from down the hall. If we didn't pick up the pace, we were going to be in some serious trouble.

"Guys, hurry up!" I exclaimed. "Vernon's coming!"

Not two seconds later, the door opened with a loud smack. Uncle Vernon stood in between the doorway with a twisted face that was as red as a lobster. This wasn't going to be good.

"Petunia, they're escaping!" he screamed, launching his husky person at us. I hopped into the back seat as I could, narrowly missing Uncle Vernon's chubby hands. Too bad I couldn't say the same for Harry. Vernon grabbed onto his ankle and refused to let go. No matter how hard Ron and I would tug, he wouldn't let go. It wasn't until Fred and George joined in, that we tore him from the vice-like grip.

"George, step on it!" Ron shouted, slamming the car door shut.

"On it!" The car jerked forward and shot towards the stars. I couldn't believe it- we were free from Privet Drive.

"You three are my favorite people," I shut my eyes and leaned back into the faded leather. "Thank you so much for saving us from that hell hole."

"Don't mention it," Ron's face reddened.

The car began to descend as the sun started to rise. The tires touched down, jerking the five of us forward, onto the dirt road. The pathway opened up to acknowledge us to an interesting establishment.

It was large. That was for sure. The house kept going up and up. Extra rooms must have been added on at some point. There was no way that the house was the crooked originally. It had to be held up by magic as well.

"It's not much, but it's home," Ron broke the silence, as we all exited the automobile and entered the home. Dishes were cleaning themselves, a pair of knitting needles was kitting in the chair; it was, dare I say it, magical.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" A short, red-headed woman slid into the room. "Beds empty, no note, car gone. You could have died! You could have been seen. Of course I don't blame you two, dears. Just wait until your father gets home."

"But they were starving them, Mum. There were bars on the window," Ron spoke.

"You best be hoping I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley," her face softened after that. "How about a nice spot of breakfast?" Sounded like a good idea to me.

We all gathered around a narrow table, soon accompanied by another brother, Percy Weasley, he said his name was. There was sausage, eggs; you name it, it was on that table.

"Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" Another red-headed girl appeared in the kitchen. Her eyes widened as they landed on Harry.

"Yes, dear, it was on the car," then as quickly as she arrived, she vanished.

"That's my sister, Ginny," Ron announced, stuffing his mouth with food. "She's been talking about you all summer. Bit annoying really."

"Aw, Harry, you have an admirer," I laughed.

"A Bit creepy really," Ron added.

"Morning, Weasleys," this had to be Mr. Weasley. He had the some hair color. Did all Weasleys have the same hair color? "Nine raids last night. Nine!"

"Raids?" I asked Ron.

"Dad works at the Ministry of Magic. Misuse of Muggle Artifacts actually. He finds Muggles fascinating."

He took an empty seat by Harry and asked. "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter."

"My God, are you really? Then that would make you Haylee Potter." He looked like a little kid opening a present on Christmas morning. Ron's told us all about you of course. You must know everything about Muggles. Tell me-what is the function of a rubber duck?" Was he serious?

"Arthur, there is no need to ask questions like that. However, we must discuss cars."

"C-cars, Molly, dear?" He stuttered.

"Yes, cars, Arthur," she said. "Your sons decided that it would be alright to use it. They drove to Surry and back last night."

"Really? How did it fly?" Molly smacked him in the back of the head. "I mean- that was very wrong boys. Very wrong indeed." Harry and I were only here for not even an hour and it was clearly better than Privet Drive. This could be the very first enjoyable summer before school.