Chapter 2 – Birthday Disaster and Rescue Mission

The Burrow

Ron was pacing franticly, not once during the summer did Harry reply to a letter from him, Hermione had mentioned by letter that he wasn't replying to her either. He'd also written to Andrew but he hadn't had much chance to write to anyone since he was busy with Jedi duties. Harry wasn't someone who ignored anyone ... ever.

"Mum ..." he started, walking from the living room to the kitchen.

"Ronald no, we are not going to just barge into their home to get Harry, for all we know he simply can't send his owl without attracting Muggle attention!" Mrs Weasley snapped, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

"There is also the fact that Muggles stopped using birds for delivering post centuries ago, so he's probably been forbidden from using his owl, he also cannot use the Muggle postman because he won't know our address," Mr Weasley supplied.

Ron sighed; knowing that arguing wouldn't get him anywhere and walked away dejectedly.

As he was passing through the front room someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into the cupboard under the stairs.

"OI! Mmmph!" he tried yelling angrily at the twins who were now covering his mouth with their hands.

"We're thinking on borrowing Dad's car to go get Harry, interested?" Fred asked in a whisper, Ron didn't need to think, he nodded.

"Good," they both said and uncovered his mouth.

"Andrew might want to help too," Ron said.

"We thought of that, which is why we've got Hermes in our room, come on," George replied as he opened the door and they left, heading up the stairs.

Jedi Temple

Andrew was bored, he'd finished the watches already because Mel was stilldoing end of year examinations.

He'd just spent the past hour challenging Raziel, Kain, Jak, Ratchet and Sly to an all-out brawl, under the guise of a sparring match, and couldn't think of much to do, so he was in the recreational area of the temple, watching, of all things, a rerun of Thomas the Tank Engine, one of the five-year-olds had set the channel and then hidden the remote.

"Raz?" he asked.

"(Hmm?)" He groaned, obviously being bored himself.

"You think it's physically possible to die of boredom?"

"(About as possible as me being bored to tears, since I have no tear ducts)" he answered.

"Why do you keep talking to him, he never answers back," demanded one of the younger girls, not looking up from her colouring book.

"He's a telepath," Andrew explained resignedly "he talks with his mind,"

Just then Jarod made his presence known.

"Give yourself a few years and you will hear him too," he explained calmly, Andrew chuckled dryly.

"In a way he's like midi-chlorians, when you quiet your mind, you hear them," with that realization he giggled, Raziel too started shaking with mirth.

"Hi Andrew," Mel said as she slumped into a chair, mentally exhausted, "four tests in one day … my brain hurts," she whined.

"(My heart would bleed for you if I had one)" Raziel drawled, Mel just glared at him.

"Shut up Raz!" she snapped, Raziel simply held up his index claw and got told off by Jarod for being rude, not that any of the younglings knew why.

Before he could remove the offending claw, a dark brown, almost black, feathered screech owl perched itself there.

"Oh, hello," Andrew said politely as the owl held out a letter for him.

"(Get this animal off of me; I'm a demon, not a perch!)" Raziel thought bitterly.

As soon as the letter was removed Hermes took off and Andrew read his letter.

Hey Andrew,

I worried mate, I've not heard from Harry and I can't get any help from my parents, they're convinced that nothing's wrong, so in their total wisdom, Gred and Forge have come up with a plan to find out what's happened to Harry and rescue him if we have to. I really don't know if you'll get this, because the last letter I got from you said it was 'that time of the year', so I don't know if you're sleeping it off yet.

If you are or if that's about to happen then don't worry, the twins and I can handle it, but if not then let me know and I'll see you at Harry's. We're planning on going at night so that the Muggles don't cause us too much trouble.

Hope you're good mate

Ron

Ps. can you send me directions to Harry's house?

Andrew laughed when he'd read the postscript.

"It's from Ron, he and the twins are planning a night-time rescue for Harry and have offered me to come along," he explained.

"Well, you're not planning on going are you?" Mel asked in a suggestive tone.

"Thinking on it, I can always postpone the Committee thing, otherwise I've got nothing else to do tonight and at the very least I could keep them from getting caught or arrested, may I master?" Andrew asked.

Jarod thought it over; then, noticing that Hermes was seemingly waiting to deliver Andrew's answer, said "You'd better start writing those directions, start from a well-known land mark, and then tell them you'll meet them there." Andrew started doing as he was told. "But I have conditions, first, you're to take a shuttle car and have it returned by the latest of five pm tomorrow, and two, I want you to take someone with you in case that Mr Dursley turns violent."

Andrew stopped writing to think on that. "Raz, you up for getting outta here for one night?"

"(Why me?)" He wasn't unwilling, just curious as to why he was the first choice.

"Well, you're quiet, sneaky and blend in to dark places, perfect for a night op," Andrew reasoned, returning to his reply.

"Good points, Andrew," Jarod said with pride. "I'm glad you're with us and not the SAS." he joked.

"That plus you're handy with a sword and telekinetic, both of which would be useful against Harry's uncle," chipped in Mel, having heard storied from Andrew and his Master, and having briefly seen Vernon Dursley at King's Cross back in June.

"(He is a formidable opponent?)" Raziel asked.

"No, just roughly the size, shape and weight of a small whale," Andrew answered absent-mindedly and causing Mel to burst out laughing "… and I didn't mean to say that."

"Out loud," Mel added for him, cackling.

"Andrew, that was rude," Jarod scolded, forcing himself not to laugh.

"I'm sorry, Master, shall I submit an apology to Mr Dursley in writing?" Andrew asked sarcastically, that was it for Jarod, he turned and left the room to save face.

"Didn't you say that Master Cooper sent Harry a Holo-com?" Mel asked.

"Yeah, and Harry isn't exactly stupid, he can follow an instruction manual. I can't think of any reason why he wouldn't use it," Andrew answered, still writing. "Unless his family confiscated it, or worse."

"You thinking they sold it?" Mel asked, Andrew shrugged, not wanting to commit himself.

After Andrew finished writing his directions he added 'I'm in, see you at Privet Drive, tomorrow night, that'll give you guys a chance to stock up on some sleep, by the way, I'm bringing someone else too in case we screw up'.

Privet Drive

Harry sat on his bed, having suffered the worst birthday in his life, not that any of them were anywhere near good.

First he woke up thinking that his friends had forgotten his existence, then his birthday was ignored altogether, which is nothing unusual at the Dursley house, then he was forced to stay in his room and act like he didn't exist.

Then a house-elf turns up and explains that he's the reason he hadn't gotten any letters or the parcel from Jarod at the temple. Now thanks to that same elf he wasn't going to go back to Hogwarts because his uncle had found out that he couldn't, legally, use magic outside of school.

"Hedwig, if we ever see that elf again, remind me to kill him?" she only blinked from her cage in reply, Harry sighed and got himself ready for bed, since he couldn't open the door to use the toilet, it was locked.

The next morning he was woken up by the sound of drills, he unwillingly opened his eyes, searched around for his glasses and looked out the window, only to see, to his horror, that bars were being installed on his window.

There was a rattling noise behind him and he saw a cat flap of sorts had been installed into his door so that food, if you could call it food, could be pushed into the room for him.

Harry was let out once that morning, so that he could use the toilet and whilst at it, brush his teeth, then he was unceremoniously shoved back into the room with nothing to do but sit in there and wait for his next meal, which didn't come until late afternoon, by which time Harry's insides were burning with hunger, this time he forced himself not to eat it all so that Hedwig could have something and not starve herself, she looked disgusted at her 'food'.

"I'm sorry Hedwig, but we don't have anything else," he said as he placed the empty dish back by the flap.

He went to bed, having nothing better to do, and quickly fell asleep, mainly due to boredom.

He was woken from a bad dream by Ron knocking on his window.

"Ron? What are you … what the …?" Harry couldn't finish his sentence; Ron, Fred and George were all sitting in a car that was hovering outside his bedroom window.

Andrew watched with slight shock as Ron explained to Harry what they had planned whilst Raziel was just amused. "Flying car, no thrusters, no wings, just a car that's flying. Why do I get the feeling I still haven't seen everything yet?"

Andrew was brought out of his stupor when he saw Harry tying something around the bars over his window.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA, guys," he hissed up to them, he looked at the gloves on his hands and leapt at the wall, much to his friends' surprise, he stuck to the wall and started to climb.

"Before you ask, I've been reading waytoo many comics lately," he said as he pulled his lightsaber from his belt, "this'll be quieter, by the way, did you get my birthday gift?"

"Yeah, along with everything else that's been owled to me, but it's locked up with my other magic-related stuff," Harry explained, and they all nodded.

"Ready down there?" Andrew asked quietly, Raziel answered, telepathically. Andrew cut the bars and asked Harry to give them a nudge, they fell, swinging on the rope Ron had tied to them, and Raziel caught them, not even stumbling.

Andrew pulled himself in and Raziel leapt through the open window in one bound, having already left the bars on the lawn.

"Right, where's your stuff?" Andrew asked.

"In the cupboard under the stairs, be careful of the bottom step, it creaks," Harry explained whilst Fred started passing Hedwig and anything else that Harry wanted out to Ron.

Andrew reached into the force and found the lock on the door, then drifted his hand towards the hinges of the door and there was a click as it opened, Andrew dived out onto the landing and the other boys noticed a distinct clicking noise as Raziel followed the Jedi out of the room.

The two leapt down the stairs, Andrew using his 'spider-gloves' to pull himself into the hallway to stick to a wall with the matching boots while Raziel simply bounded off a wall to avoid the creaking step.

In the bedroom it seemed to the boys that Andrew was talking to himself in hushed tones.

"Crap" they heard.

"(What?)" Raziel answered.

"… it's a padlock,"

"(So?)"

"... they tend to make a fair bit of noise when broken, besides I want to leave no evidence that we were here if I can,"

"(Are you thinking what I'm thinking?)"

"… yes I am,"

"(The hinges,)"

"… I agree,"

There was the tiny sound of scratching metal as the screws in the cupboard's hinges were undone, followed by the trunk scraping across the carpet and finally more scratching as the screws were replaced.

"Right, you get to the top of the stairs and I'll send this up,"

"(Don't forget the step,)"

"… yeah, I know. Just use the walls, but not your claws, they'll leave a tell-tale sign that someone vandalized the place,"

A few seconds later, Raziel walked through the doorway, easily carrying the trunk by himself while Andrew scaled the wall using one hand and his feet while carrying Harry's post. "I'd been wondering what happened to that communicator we sent you," he said pointedly as he nodded to one package under his arm.

"We got everything?" he asked, they nodded. "I'll take the trunk in my car, get going," he shut the door and locked it. "Raziel, put the trunk down and untie the bars, I'll send the trunk down to you."

Raziel nodded and jumped out of the window, he took hold of his wings and used them to glide gracefully and silently to the ground. Once there, he untied the bars and looked intently to the open window.

Andrew levitated the trunk out of the window and dropped it as George pulled the rope back into the car. By now Andrew had left the bedroom, shut the window and had waited for Raziel to levitate the bars back into place.

Andrew used make-shift webbing to hold the bars in place, by the time anybody woke up they'd have disintegrated, and then used his lightsaber to weld the bars back together.

He pushed off the wall with his legs, shot a web-line to the car and safely made his way to the ground. Fred, who was driving the flying car, waited for the Jedi and demon to place the trunk in their boot, throw them a two-way radio, jump into the front seats and start driving before he moved anywhere.

"I take it you're planning to follow us," George said into the radio.

"Yep," Andrew replied.

"How exactly," Ron asked when George pressed the talk button, "we're flying; you'll not be able to keep up."

By this time Harry was wearing a knowing smile, but the others played it up to him being happy over Hedwig's release from her cage.

"Oh yeah? Watch this!" Andrew challenged as the car below picked up speed dangerously, their jaws dropped when they saw it transform from a car into a small jet powered aircraft and joined them in the air Andrew laughed over the radio, "Judging by those looks, I'd say you're impressed,"

They nodded numbly and Raziel motioned for them to lead on and so Fred did.

While they flew, Harry filled them in on his visit from Dobby and read his letters. When he got to his birthday presents he became confused by Andrew's, he held it up to the window and said, "Andrew, what is this?"

From his cockpit Andrew squinted across. "Oh that's your own lightsaber, it's not been set to anyone yet, so the first person to activate it will be the only person who can use it safely, I was hoping to teach you to fence during my spare time this year, if you're interested, if not they're good for opening doors at the very least," he explained.

"That'd be great, when do we start?"

"Not now!" Andrew joked then promised to give Harry a quick lesson later that day.

It was quite amusing, mainly to Harry and the pair in the shuttle car, to hear about how angry Percy was when he found out that the twins had used Hermes without permission, regardless of the fact that he would have said 'no' even if asked.

Just as the sky was beginning to pale George pointed out a main road.

"Does that road go by your house?" Andrew asked, Ron nodded to him. "Then I'd suggest you land and go by the road, you're a bit conspicuous," Andrew suggested, Fred agreed with him and started his decent, only for Andrew to then overshoot them.

He quickly made a transformation landing but was still ahead, George told Andrew that they'd have to make a turn off the road, which he missed, and he made an impressive handbrake turn to swing around and still make the country lane, which doubled up as a driveway, without either hitting anything or damaging his car.

When Fred stopped his car they were sitting outside a small garage, Andrew blocking them in slightly, everybody got out and the non-family members looked at The Burrow.

"(Just so you know Andrew, you're not the only one who thinks this looks bizarre,)" Raziel stated simply.

The others turned to look at him, hearing him for once; Andrew chuckled and patted the demon on the shoulder.

"No my friend, you are," he said. "Trust me, I've seen weirder than this."

"I thought that guy was a … what's the word?" Ron asked.

"Mute?" Harry suggested and Ron nodded.

"(In the sense of being verbal, yes I am a mute,)" Raziel pulled his cowl down, to his collar bone, to show his face, but they didn't recoil from him. "(I am only able to speak through telepathy, speech of the mind, I'm surprised that your minds are quiet enough to actually hear me when they were not only hours ago,)"

"Stress? Adrenalin?" Andrew offered with a shrug.

Fred shrugged too and quickly changed the subject to tell everyone the plan, sneak in, go to bed and pretend that Harry turned up in the middle of the night when they were called for breakfast.

"(He honestly doesn't think that will work … does he?)" Raziel asked, focusing on letting only Andrew hear his thoughts.

Andrew looked at him shrewdly. "(Okay, aside from the fact that that won't explain us being here, what are you not telling me?)" Andrew asked.

Raziel didn't answer Andrew directly, instead he spoke to the group.

"(That won't work,)" he told them.

"Why?" George asked, mock insult in his voice, Raziel only covered his face again and pointed at the house, right where Ron was looking, and he was already frozen in fear.

Mrs Weasley was marching towards them, scattering chickens, some of which retreated into the patch of corn crops, with a look of pure thunder on her face.

Andrew and Raziel instinctively took a step back. "You saw her through the kitchen window didn't you," Andrew muttered, Raziel only nodded and stepped into the car to put on some leggings and take his 'medication'.

"Ah," said Fred.

"Oh dear," said George, both of them sounding like men resigned to the gallows.

Their mother stopped in front of them, hands on her hips.

"So," she said, her tone matching the look on her face, Andrew took another step, ready to use his car for cover.

"Morning Mum," George said, sounding cheerful and like nothing was wrong.

"(Idiot!)" Andrew thought and took cover by diving back and sliding over the bonnet of his car.

"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" Mrs Weasley asked in the deadliest of whispers, in the passenger seat of the car, Raziel leaned across the driver's seat and pressed the down switch for the driver's window.

"They should be running by now," Andrew whispered.

"Or taking a step back," Raziel added with a nod.

"Why aren't they at least cowering before her? Can't you feel her anger from here? Wait, don't answer that! You're a telepath."

By now Fred had tried to explain but that had just gotten her started on a tirade, which was mostly a guilt trip, based on a list of what was making her worried about them.

Then she mentioned how she never had to deal with something like this from their brothers, Fred muttered one name sulkily, though Andrew never heard which name, and that was it, she exploded.

Every measure of Andrew's courage and self-control was needed to keep him from diving through the open window, starting the car and driving like a bat out of hell in the first direction he saw which happened to be away from 'the scary lady'.

After she seemed to be finished she turned to Harry, Andrew felt sorry for him, he understandably took a step back, but she only said she was pleased to see him and then asked where the other two had disappeared to.

Andrew quickly grabbed his handkerchief tied it to the handle of his lightsaber and waved it from his hiding place, behind the front wheels of the car.

It had the desired effect of breaking the ice and loosening the tension because Mrs Weasley laughed.

"You can come out now, she's finished shouting," Ron called as Andrew tentatively poked his head above the bonnet.

"So, how about some breakfast?" she asked, Andrew nodded ad Raziel stepped from the car, Mrs Weasley froze. "Vampire!"

"Whoa, calm down, he only looks like a vampire to blend in, your sons can confirm that he didn't look like a vampire five minutes ago, besides, how many vampires do you see with wings? When do you see a vampire out in daylight?" Andrew reasoned, jumping in between Raziel and Mrs Weasley's raised wand.

"How'd you do that?" Fred asked.

"Long story" Andrew answered.

"The short version is this," Raziel added, holding up another vial of his medication and making the boys jump at the fact he'd spoken aloud.

After listening to Andrew's explanation of Raziel's 'medication' and how he used to be a vampire but was now a demon, Mrs Weasley lowered her wand and chose to give Raziel the benefit of the doubt. Turning around and ushering her sons into the house.

Mrs Weasley started making breakfast, glaring angrily at her sons from time to time and muttering to herself while politely declining the help that Raziel offered.

"Of course I don't blame youdear," she said to Harry, tipping far too many sausages onto his plate, but then he did look underfed. "Arthur and I have been worried about you too. Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written to Ron by Friday …"

"You never told me!" Ron shouted indignantly.

"That doesn't give you the right to fly an illegal car halfway across the country; you could have been seen by anyone!" his mother shouted back.

"She's got a point, for goodness sake if I hadn't have stopped you ripping the bars off the window there's no telling who you could've woken up," Andrew pointed out.

"It was cloudy Mum," Fred offered with his mouth full.

"You keep your mouth shut while you're eating!" she snapped as she flicked her wand at the sink and the dishes began washing themselves.

"Can you teach me that?" Andrew asked, you could almost see the stars of admiration in his eyes, but no one heard him.

"What would you like to eat?" Mrs Weasley asked Raziel.

"If I were to eat human food I would become violently ill, I would not wish to dishonour your cooking by vomiting, please forgive me," he answered, bowing his head apologetically.

"Uhhh, translation?" Harry asked.

"Basically vamps can't eat like we do without throwing up and he doesn't want to be rude," Andrew explained. "Besides, he's only had a stomach for the past ten to fifteen minutes."

Just then Andrew heard a scream and whipped his head in the general direction of the stairs, only to catch a glimpse of red hair as it disappeared around the banister.

"Ginny," Ron explained as breakfast was placed in front of Andrew "my sister. She's been talking about Harry all summer."

Andrew removed his gloves so that he could eat and George remembered something. "Why were you wearing those, it wasn't cold?"

Andrew leant back in his chair and lightly slid his fingertips down the wall, and then with the same hand he placed a glove on and tried again, his fingertips didn't budge.

"As I told both Harry and Ron in what few letters I've had chance to write, I've not been sleeping lately, when that happens, I tend to invent things to pass the time at night, and earlier I said that I've been reading too many comics lately, namely Spider-Man, with these gloves I can stick to and climb walls," he explained.

"Cool," Ron said, thinking the idea of climbing a wall by his fingertips interesting, but Harry started laughing.

"What?" Andrew asked.

"Now we just need to make you the costume and you're the real Spider-Man," Harry explained. Andrew cocked his head to the side, slightly puzzled, "well, most Jedi can see things before they happen, have quick reflexes, and last night you were sticking to walls and spinning webs, add the right costume and you could be the real thing," Harry elaborated and Andrew started laughing with him, picturing it in his head.

"So … what else do you get up to at night?" Fred asked, trying to avoid getting confused.

"Well, myself, Raz, another vampire, two aliens and a raccoon have formed a band and we tend to play through the night, Raz and Kain, the other vamp, don't need sleep but unfortunately the others do, so last night and the night before I was bored since all of my projects are completed, but thanks for the idea Harry," Andrew rambled, Harry gave him a questioning look, but Andrew didn't explain.

"Cool, you're in a band, what're you guys called?" George asked.

"We haven't come up with a name yet, mostly we just make a load of noise or play TV theme tunes." Andrew answered, before adding, "Like um, 'Where Everybody Knows Your Name' from Cheers." Everyone in the room game him confused looks.

"Were we even born when that show was running?" Harry asked.

"Uh, Harry? It's still on!" Andrew exclaimed. "Though I was just over a year old when it first aired."

"Oh, I didn't know that, Dudley used to watch it years ago, but I thought it got cancelled or something because he stopped watching it, I think it was about five years ago?"

"Ah, by then Coach had died and Diane had left, personally I think the show's been going downhill a little since then." Andrew answered.

"Your memory scares me sometimes," Harry chuckled, leaving the other boys looking at each other, confused.

"What's tee-vee?" Ron asked, starting Harry's and Andrew's turn to gape, at Ron.

"You're kidding right?" Harry asked.

"Don't worry yourselves dears," Mrs Weasley said soothingly. "A lot of wizarding families don't use Muggle things in their homes, unless their Muggle-Born or married to Muggles, then they struggle to learn how to use such things."

"Oh!" Andrew exclaimed, snapping his fingers and changing the subject completely. "A word of advice for you, if I were you, I'd try to skip the start of term feast this year," Andrew added cryptically.

"Why?" Ron asked horror-struck.

"It's going to be a 'blast'," Andrew answered with an impish grin.

Nothing more was said until the five plates were empty at which time Fred tried suggesting going to bed, but his mother wouldn't hear of it, it was their own fault if they were tired and that they were to de-gnome the garden, she told Harry that he could go to bed, but he offered to help and was keenly interested.

"What about you dear, we have a couple of spare beds if you want to use one," she offered to Andrew.

"Nah, even if I wanted to I'm not going to be getting any sleep for at least another week, besides, I assisted in rescuing Harry so I'll take a share in the punishment," the look on his face said 'and you're not going to change my mind', so the subject was dropped.

A minute or two later they were all in the back garden, Mrs Weasley excluded and the Weasley's had shown Harry and Andrew both what a gnome was and how to de-gnome.

"So let me get this straight, you find a gnome, and you just hurl him out of the garden?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it, we tend to compete on how far we can get them though," Fred answered as he tried to beat Ron's distance.

"There's a 'cruelty to animals' joke here somewhere," Andrew said out loud. "Soon as I think of it, I'll let you know."

Harry tried to be kind to the gnomes by just dropping one over the hedge, but it ended up biting his finger and flying nearly fifty feet away after he finally dislodged it.

"My turn?" Andrew asked, holding his hand out to a bush, George nodded and Andrew raised his catch into the air, he'd been holding it still for more than a minute.

Out of the corner of his eye Andrew noticed Ginny spying on Harry, and he decided to show off a little. The gnome started spinning slowly in the air, the speed slowly increased until the gnome's movements were nothing but a blur before it shot away, out of the garden and nearly eighty feet away.

"I think we have a winner," Ron joked, then he noticed Ginny and she was shocked at what the gnome had been doing, Andrew waved her over and she came.

"Who's up for me finishing this?" Andrew asked and they all nodded, knowing he couldn't do so as quickly as he claimed, but Andrew just flung his arms out towards the ground and slowly raised them, every remaining gnome levitated into the air.

"Wow!" Ginny said, awed.

"How are you doingthis?" the twins asked together.

"Put simply? 'I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me'," Andrew stated matter-of-factly as the gnomes started to spin at an extremely fast pace. "I'd advice that you get behind me."

Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny quickly moved, however Raziel stayed put, seemingly not bothered.

At first Andrew only shot one gnome, then another, then it started to look like a Gatling gun loaded with gnomes which was picking up speed until only one gnome was left, which was deliberately shot at the back of Raziel's head with blinding speed, except the demon simply tilted his head to the side and the gnome sailed past to join it's fellows.

"Was that a challenge, human?" Raziel asked in a dangerously low voice, not bothering to even look over his shoulder.

"No, just an opportunity for you to show off."

In the distance the front door slammed.

"Dad's home!" George announced and they started heading for the kitchen.

Once they got in a thought struck Andrew "Uhhh, what time is it?" Harry looked at his watch.

"Just gone ten, why?"

"I should contact my Master, he'll want to know how things went," with that he pulled a holo-communicator from his robes and activate it. "Jarod Cooper." he commanded clearly and a few moments later his Master's face appeared

"Master," Andrew greeted.

"Andrew, I take it that things went well?" Jarod asked,

"Yes, Harry's at The Burrow," Jarod gave him a questioning look, "that's where the Weasley's live," he elaborated. "When would you like me and Raziel to return?"

"Well the car's been booked out until five; you need to be back by then," Jarod answered, Andrew nodded, said his goodbyes and shut of his communicator.

Mr Weasley was slumped in a chair, but now his eyes were fixed on Andrew's communicator with wonder, 'feeling' what he wanted, he slid the device in his hand across the table for the older man to look at.

Mr Weasley started explaining why he 'was' so tired, while examining the communicator with keen interest, Mrs Weasley gave her husband a telling off for the flying car whilst informing him that Harry was there, but the poor man was so tired his brain must have been going a little slow, when he did notice Harry he jumped in slight shock.

Mrs Weasley shouted about Fred, George and Ron flying the car to Harry's and back, Mr Weasley seemed impressed and then corrected himself and 'tried' to tell them off and failed miserably.

Ron motioned for Harry and Andrew to make a hasty exit and Raziel followed.

At the bottom of the staircase Raziel asked which floor Ron's bedroom was on, Ron told him it was the top floor and Raziel agreed to meet them there, using his wings he flew up the narrow gap between the banisters.

"Need a lift?" Andrew offered, reminding the other two boys that Ginny was still there, she nodded shyly and he knelt on one knee so that she could hop on his back. "Hold on tight," he suggested while pulling on his gloves.

She tightened her grip on his shoulders and fastened her ankles around his stomach; he leapt at the wall and started scaling his way along the wall while Harry and Ron walked next to him.

"Isn't that hard for you?" Ron asked.

"You'd think so, weight wise, but it's kind of a job requirement for Jedi to be in great shape," Andrew explained as they climbed. "You'd be hard pressed to find a single Jedi who couldn't at least lift their own body weight to climb a rock wall."

"Oh, I thought you just trained to use a sword and the Force," Ron replied.

"Not even close, we train night and day to get into and stay in peak physical condition," Andrew told them. "Throw in a little Force-assistance and most Knights can easily lift a fire engine, with full equipment and crew, completely off the ground."

"Wow!" Ginny breathed before slapping a hand over her mouth.

When they got to the third floor, Ginny asked quietly if she could be dropped off, Andrew set her down carefully on the floor and she went into her room, moving quickly and slamming her door.

"You know, it's kinda weird seeing her so shy, normally she never shuts up," Ron pointed out, Andrew flipped off the wall and walked with them.

"She's nervous, I can feel that much, I have a vague idea why, but I'll keep it to myself," he explained.

Two more floors up, they reached Ron's room, though Raziel wasn't anywhere to be seen, there was sounds of a scuffle coming from the attic.

"Don't worry about that, that's just the ghoul," Ron explained.

"Fair enough, but where the hell is …" Andrew cut off after hearing someone sound like the wind had been knocked out of them, he charged for the attic only to find Raziel, wraith blade 'in hand', battling with the ghoul.

"Die foul beast!" Raziel yelled as he charged it, Andrew shot out a web-line and pulled him back

"What are you doing!" Raziel demanded.

"I think the Weasley's consider this creature to be a pet, this isn't a bedroom, it's the attic," Andrew explained as the duo beat a hasty retreat.

When they got back to Harry and Ron, the latter snickered "It looks like he got you good," he laughed.

Raziel raised an eyebrow and Andrew pointed out a large gash on Raziel's forehead, which was already becoming a mere scratch.

They spent the day just lounging about, aside from Andrew teaching Harry how to at least not chop his own arm off with his lightsaber.

At about three in the afternoon, everyone just finishing their lunches, Andrew announced that he had to be going, and asked which way London was.

"I'll be needing that communicator back too, Mr Weasley," Andrew said apologetically, holding his hand out. Mr Weasley handed it back with a wistful look. "Harry's been given one if you want to keep toying around, just remember to R.F.M Harry."

"R.F.M?" Percy asked.

"Read the Frigging Manual!" the Jedi laughed.

The family came to see him off, Raziel calmly stepped into the passenger's seat, Andrew passed Harry's trunk to Fred and George, leapt over the car and got in the driver's seat.

"I'll owl Hermione and let her know what happened," he called, Raziel's wings twitched irritably and Andrew started the engine. "I'll see you at Diagon Alley when our letters turn up!"

The Weasleys, plus Harry, waved goodbye, whilst Andrew drove off, spun around and charged for them, Percy, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley and Ginny had worried looks plastered on their faces, but the twins, Ron and Harry just smirked and stood their ground as the car transformed into the flight mode and soared over their heads.

Well that's it for now, please review, and I'll be back as soon as I can.