A/N: Wow i don't sleep at all. Okay thanks for the help from chaansan, your advice will be acted on soon.
They both exit the office; Penelope reaches for the door, closing it behind them but before she can lock it with her keys, Harry brushes her hand aside. "Allow me." Harry looked both ways, making sure the coast was clear. He then mumbled something under his breath and the lock slightly glowed.
Penelope tried to open the door and gasped, "So your not a loon! Thank goodness!"
Harry, after putting his wand away, took a few steps back. "And here I thought you would believe me unconditionally! 'Just as sane as I am?'" He huffed. "What is to be believed? I'm hurt Penny, I truly am." Clutching his chest. He pretends to faint.
Penelope can't help but laugh at the pathetic man now lying on the floor. "First, don't call me Penny, you know I hate it, and second, I am most certainly insane, and therefore, if you were insane I would not have been lying. Besides do you know how many street magicians, homeless, and mentally ill people I have had walk into my office? We might be old friends, and your story might be terribly convincing, but it does not exclude you."
"Oh, you know I was only kidding." Harry says while pulling himself off the floor. "Now come along, your more legitimate proof is waiting." With that, he grabbed her hand and ran until they reached an open broom closet.
"I truly hope this isn't what you meant." Penelope says, glancing at the open door before her.
"Oh, we are only going to do a bit of magical travel, we can't just fly through London you know. There are rules and such." He puffs out his chest. Awww… he feels important... At this Penelope laughs.
"What's so funny now? How could you possibly find laughable about this perfectly good broom closet? Hmmmm? Inquiring minds want to know." Harry's face was bright and humorous; all tones of sadness from the earlier discussion had left his face.
"Its just….You're all excited about a broom closet, and not only that, but you why couldn't we travel from my office? Don't tell me it's a portal? Magic hotspot? Please tell me we're teleporting! Its teleporting isn't it!" Penelope was practically jumping with excitement.
"I'll have you know that this is an excellent broom closet. Nice, clean, not too cluttered I might add. Get in here!" Harry pulls her into the now cramped space. "As for leaving from your office, someone might notice if you entered but never left. That's obvious."
"Oh yeah sooo obvious." Penelope muttered, rolling her eyes.
"As for teleportation," he said more sternly. "We wizards use a form of travel called apparition. Basically, we focus on a place we want to go that we have already been and 'Crack' appear there. We are going to be using a Portkey."
"Like the one you told me about? The one you used to go to the Quidditch World Cup?"
"Exactly!" He was very excited. Apparently, it was contagious.
Penelope started looking around the closet. "What is it then?"
"I've got it right here." Harry reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bundle. He carefully unwraps the package to reveal a-
"A pebble? Rather underwhelming."
"Why don't you make a Portkey? See how well that turns out."
"Maybe I will." Then she did something completely humiliating and childish.
"You just stuck your tongue out at me!"
"Really? Huh, like this?" And then she did it again.
"No more like this."
"I can't believe you just did that!"
"Oh you better believe it."
"Harry James Potter you take that back this instant!"
"Make me, Penelope Winifred Glass."
"You promised you wouldn't use that horrible name ever again!"
"When I was eight! You can't possibly hold that over me! I am a twenty-two year old man!"
"God I've missed you." Reaching out to hug him. "The fourteen years you have aged since then have not matured you in the slightest."
"What can I say? You bring out the child in me." He says. Harry's arms slowly crawl around her back. After about a minute Penelope clears her throat. "I think that's enough hugging." She soon removes her arms.
"Yeah, awkward hugging is now off the list of things to do." Harry stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"That was on your list of things to do? Honey, you need a life."
"Oh, and you have one?"
Shifting uncomfortable, Penelope relents in a small voice. "No."
"Ha. You can't judge!"
"You got me, so we going to teleport-wait sorry- Portkey or not?"
"Right, I forgot." Holding the partially unwrapped pebble/rock out for her to take, Penelope hesitantly touched the cool surface. In the next moment, she felt an uncomfortable pinch behind her navel and then was pulled forward but an invisible force. The world around her seemed to bend and blend together until Penelope flopped down outside a strangely tall, worryingly crooked house. Seconds later, Harry appeared next to her and held out a hand to help her up. She accepted.
"You could have warned me." Now standing, Penelope began to brush of her jeans.
Harry chuckled, "What fun would that be?" Penelope hit him on the arm. Hard.
"Ouch. You work out?" Harry was now rubbing his arm.
"No, you baby. Are you going to tell me where we are?"
Harry gestures towards the house, "Welcome to The Burrow."
A/N: I really don't need two of these but I'll just blame it on sleep deprivation.
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