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Chapter 4

Harry turned over his trunk and set it down with a thud on the floor.

He settled himself down on the bed. It had been a long day. Harry was just finished brushing his teeth and putting on the new flannel pajamas Mrs. Weasley had sewn for him. They were unusually comfortable; it gave Harry the awkward feeling that this was never the way Mrs. Weasley would treat Ron, the twins or even Percy.

Harry brushed Hedwig's soft feathers and remembered his past seven years at Hogwarts...why could they never leave his mind? And now, here he was. He would be going to Vanishing Island in a few short hours.

Ring-ring. His cell phone rang. It was cheap and very old, but it was the nicest present his aunt or uncle had ever gotten him for his birthday, although it was simply given to him "y,kl,,.-
to keep him out of trouble."

"Hello?" Harry put the phone to his ear.

"Harry? Hi!" he heard two voices that had to belong to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

"Dean! Seamus!" Harry shouted, as he roused himself and crossed his legs. "What've you been up to?"

"We're watching a National Sports special," said Dean. "Where are you?"

"In the Burrow," said Harry. "Ron's mum won a pleasure trip in a sweepstakes program to Vanishing Island."

"WHAT?" Dean and Seamus shrieked at the same time.

Harry jumped and rubbed his startled ears. They were unusually red. "What's the matter?"

"Are you joking, Harry?" Dean said. "Vanishing Island is...oh, how do I say it..."

"DANGEROUS!"

"Ow," Harry whispered, rubbing his ear again. "H-how is it dangerous?"

"IT VANISHES!" Seamus screamed, obviously irritated by Harry's ignorance.

Harry felt a pang of worry. This is not good at all..."Who would give a pleasure cruise about that?" he gulped.

"Of course, You-Know-Who's in on it!" Seamus continued. "He's going to drown everybody! It's an on-and-off group of islands with tons of deadly obstacles, like the tri-coconutted dogs and maybe a dinosaur or two."

"Fluffies?" Harry felt beads of sweat develop on his head as he thought of his first encounter with that vicious three-headed dog.

"Uh...yeah. Fluffies. Whatever you call 'em." Dean sighed. "You're in a real mess, aren't you Harry?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Harry's heart sank as he anticipated his last hours; his legs being chomped on by a tyrannosaurus rex, maybe, or used as a football for the Fluffies.

"Harry? Are you there?"

"Yeah, yeah. What else should I know?"

"What else should he know?" Seamus asked Dean in an audible voice that stained Harry with embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah," said Dean urgently. "CANCEL THE TRIP!"

"I will," sputtered Harry. "Hold on. Let me get back to you." He put down his phone and rushed out the door.

Harry ran to the next room and opened it. Immediately, he was met by a blast of cold air. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! I just found out something important!"

"What's that, Harry?" murmured Mrs. Weasley groggily.

Harry let out a frustrated sigh.

"Wake up, Molly!" Mr. Weasley shook his wife, much to Harry's relief.

"What? What is it?"

"We've got to get out of here!" Harry yelled. He proceeded to explain everything Seamus and Dean had told him.

"That can't be true, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley slowly. "I met the man myself. He was very friendly and seemed honest. He guaranteed us one-hundred percent that we would be safe, no matter what."

"What was his name?" Harry asked.

"Bentley Pratt."

Harry groaned. He had no idea who Bentley Pratt was.

The idea hit him like a ton of blocks. Without another word to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, he barged into Ron's room and flicked on the light.

Ron let out a hiss. "Couldn't this wait till morning?"

Harry ignored him. "We have to cancel the Vanishing Island trip, Ron. Come with me to Hermione's, and I'll tell you."

They knocked on Hermione's door, and under Ron's advice they did not turn on the light. Instead, they used their wands. Hermione woke up with a yawn. When she saw them, she stared alertly. "What's wrong?"

Harry started to tell the both of them the gruesome secrets of the terrible place.

"Oh, my gosh! We've got to get out of here!"

But try as they might, they could not persuade Mrs. Weasley nor her husband. They simply wouldn't budge. It seemed as though they had been planning it for a long time and did not want to give it up.

There was nothing to do but wait.

That night, Harry, Ron and Hermione slept together. They had a strange feeling it would be their last night in a warm, comfortable bed.