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Chapter 2: Escorts

"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon's roar could be coming from the bottom of the staircase, after the doorbell rang.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, jumped off of his single bed tumbling quills and parchment and an open ink-well to the floor. Harry cursed as he stomped down the stairs in an obviously bad mood. Harry walked into the living were he heard voices. From the scene his mood lighten admirably.

"Hermione," Harry said "what are y-"

"HARRY!" Hermione had launched herself at Harry causing Harry to be unable to speak.

"I came to take you to the Weasley's," pulling away rather too soon for Harry who missed her nagging and her warm hugs. At this thought Harry turned to Uncle Vernon who seemed to be looking rather sick to see someone as well mannered as, Hermione, even though she was a witch, being friendly to his excuse for a nephew. He began to ask for permission before Hermione nudged him.

"I already asked," She whispered an excited whisper," he said yes!"

"Thank you, Uncle Vernon," Harry said to Vernon.

"Yes, well, you are to stay at that school for the holidays. Don't come here until you must. Don't go sending any bloody owls either."

"Of course," Harry smirked to Hermione who looked bewildered at his wishes of no contact instead of the normal floods of promises and requests from parents.

Grabbing Hermione's hand Harry darted for the stairs, passing a shocked Dudley and Petunia. 'Yes,' He thought,' Harry Potter does indeed have a friend.' He opened his bedroom door and blushed beet red rivaling Ron's blush when someone, particularly Malfoy, insulted his financial status.

It wasn't the idea of having a girl in his room, which was truthfully odd, that made him blush. The reason was that his room was currently a disaster site. Spell books and parchment dotted his beige now ink-spotted carpet. Clothes lay forgotten in the rooms many nooks and crevices. Hedwig's cage cover hanging from an open drawer of who knows what. Hedwig herself had just returned and choose Harry's Broom Care Kit as her make-shift perch. She was currently nibbling on a familiar piece of parchme-

"Hey, my potions essay!" Harry exclaimed releasing Hermione's hand to save the bits of……whatever Snape was trying to teach.

"it's no use,' Harry muttered as he picked up words like moonstones, and clockwise, dead or was that mead? "At least I have I have mail."

Hermione made her way over to the desk to mourn over pieces of hard work or just to not stand in the doorway any longer than she had to ,whatever way.

"I got a letter from, Ron, listen it's good," Harry smirked at the words from his favorite Weasley whom ,if not for him he would not be escaping the Dursleys' so soon.

"Go on then," Hermione said sitting on his bed opposite the desk chair Harry was resting on.

Harry

Hey mate how are you, I'm perfectly well thanks! Just waiting 'til you can come to the ole' Burrow. Mum has Ginny, George, Fred, and me cleaning everything; cause Bill's coming home and bringing a friend; a girl! Don't worry they aren't together. She's only our age anyways. Harry she's from Beauxbatons might know Fleur. Bill said she's coming to Hogwarts this year. Bloody Hell, Harry, she's part veela I'm sure. Ginny don't like her much though. When I can actually mutter a few words to her she's alright Harry great sense of humor and all. Anyway can't wait to see you and 'Mione when you come.

See ya,

Ron

"Sounds like he's having a fine time over there," Harry commented.

"Men" Hermione snorted," and since when do you two call me 'Mione,"

"Come on let's pack," Harry hastened pulling things off the ground smirking when Hermione hit him with the letter.

"Why is your room covered in ink?"

"Dozing off when you came," Harry grinned," startled me."

"Well, this is tricky, to magic or not to magic," Hermione sighed staring at the ink.

Suddenly they heard huge crashes and booms.

"Magic," They said together.

Grabbing their wands they dashed down the stairs to were they heard the sounds, seeing in the retreating dust and ash none other than Minerva McGonagall restoring the Dursleys living after her entrance.

"Is that you," she asked Harry," Oh, yes, I see Ms. Granger arrived as planned. Yes, well, are you packed?

"No, we were about to, but we can't use magic."

"Yes, that is true were are your belongings?" Professor McGonagall, gesturing for them to led the way.

"Where's the Dursleys?" Harry asked.

"Lunch," was the professor's simple response.

"They just left?"

"With Persuading."

After helping Harry pack and clean his room, with many remarks about organizing, Minerva explained to the children how after a birthday week at the Burrow they would be going to Sirius's residence. Harry never knew Sirius owned a house he imagined it all the while flooing to the Burrow.

A.N./I forgot to add a disclaimer so sorry about that for last chapter. I also wanted to point out that Ron (I thought) doesn't use proper spelling and grammar and punctuation so I wrote his letter like that. I was also going to have Mad-Eye come instead but I couldn't resist putting McGonagall in instead.

R&R please