That night, Harry took the bed by the window, though usually she slept there so she could be close to the moonlight. It was when she felt closest to her mother, who she still missed terribly, though was beginning to suspect the "business trip" was more permanent than she dared admit. A stifled yelp woke her late at night. She sat up and looked over, groggily.

"What's up?" she murmured. Harry pulled the curtain back and she scrambled backwards off the bed. There were three people sitting in a car that she could not for the life of her explain...until she got to her feet and went over to the window, looking out and at the ground about ten feet below. Her jaw dropped.

"Hiya, Harry!" greeted the smallest boy, a friend, she hoped. "Who's this?"

"This is Agatha Paige, who we all call Paige," Harry said. "Now what are you three doing here?"

"Nice to meet you, Paige," they all said quietly. Addressing Harry they said, "We're here to rescue you and bring you back to the Burrow."

"Th-the what?" Paige asked, completely confused.

"Our home," said one of the older boys. "Now wrap this around the bars-"

"-and stand clear!" hissed the other boy, twins, she realized.

"Alright, but if this wakes the Dursley's we're dead! All of us. Also, might want to kill the lights. I think Mrs. Figg might see them and look," she said.

"Good idea," said one twin. He flicked a switch and the lights went dead. "Where's your stuff, Harry?"

"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs. But the bedroom door's locked too. They only unlock it so she can go work in the junkyard owned by a Muggle named Todd Skinks," Harry replied.

"Right, Fred, you jump into the backseat and get ready to jump." With a nod, the twin not driving hopped over the front seat and landed in a crouched position, ready to spring. "Get back you two!" The warning came a moment before the engine revved and the vehicle lurched forward, ripping the bars off with a couple sharp jerks.

Fred cleared the distance and slipped in the window easily. He produced something that took a second to realize was a hairpin. Paige raised an eyebrow quizzically, baffled. Then he began working on the door while Harry started passing stuff out through the window.

"Hey, that's my book. What are you thinking, Harry?" she griped pulling the book back from him. Its cover was worn in several places and covered in a brown canvas. It had obviously been rebound and had been sitting comfortably in the top drawer of their shared night stand. He took the bottom drawer.
Harry grabbed a fistful of canvas and pulled. With the sound of ripping fabric, which caused her fear for the Dursley's awakening to overpower her outrage that he'd just destroyed something of hers. When no other noise other than the idling of the car was heard she turned and glared at him. Her face fell slack with shock.

"Encyclopedia of Mythical and Magical Forces and Entities ," Harry read. "Where did you get this?"

"My mother gave it to me. She said that I wasn't to show it to anyone because it was a powerful book full of secrets that must be kept. I didn't-I swear I didn't know it was a book on magic," she gasped. At a sharp intake of breath, she covered her mouth. She looked with a frightened expression at the book, then at Harry, then towards Dudley's bedroom.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"Dudley saw me reading it one time. He and I thought it was a fantasy book," she whispered just over the idling car.

"Then you're coming with us," Fred said coming back through the door with a grunt. He had Harry's trunk over one shoulder and a broom with odd metal pieces sticking out the side.

Paige looked at him, both excited and suspicious. "Really?"

"You can explain to our Mum and Dad where you got it and what you know about it," George said from the front seat.

"Alright. What will I need to bring?"

"Just the clothes on your back should do, and anything you can grab quickly," said the youngest red-headed boy. "My name's Ron, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you," she said. Turning to Harry she clutched the book to her chest and nodded at Hedwig who had awoken in the chaos and was now staring wide-eyed at them all, her head on a swivel.

Harry went over to her cage and picked it up, preparing to hand her out to Ron when she hooted loudly in alarm as she was thrown against the metal bars.

Vernon Dursley was awake in a shot. He pounded up the stairs, roaring at the top of his lungs about "that ruddy owl!"

Harry and Paige exchanged glances. "Run," they said in unison. She vaulted the beds, throwing the curtain at the doorway. Vernon had to fight through the fabric before spotting them getting in the car, Harry having helped her in first.

"PETUNIA!" he bellowed, sounding like a goat in distress, she found. "THEY'RE GETTING AWAY! BOTH OF THEM!"
Harry managed to shake off his uncle's massive, meaty hand and she and Ron both grabbed him under the arms and pulled him into the vehicle. There was precious little room as it was, and with her it felt overcrowded.

"Here, climb over the seat and sit up front with us," George said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," both twins chorused.

With a bit of difficulty, she managed to clamber over the seat and landed between them, thankful she had taken to sleeping in pajamas, not a night gown.