Chapter 10: Midnight Drive
"Come on, wake up," Fred said, nudging me awake. I groaned and rolled over seeing the clock that said it was 1 am.
"Shh. You'll wake Ginny," George said. I had been rooming with Ginny for the past few days since I was staying at the Weasley's for the last part of summer.
I slipped on some sweats and followed Fred and George outside. Ron was there standing by their father's Ford Anglia car. Our plan was to fly in the car to Harry, who was at his Muggle aunt and uncle's house, and 'rescue' him from that tortuous life for the rest of the summer.
I was in Ireland with Tara during the other part of my summer. I had written to my friends almost the entire time though, and it was nice to finally see them again.
I also had met Fred and George's little sister, Ginny. She was a sweet, but quiet girl, who had a picture of Harry on her wall strangely enough. She was to start at Hogwarts this year.
We arrived at the window of Harry's room using an invisibility feature that came with the flying car. George was a terrible driver, so I was a bit nauseous by the time Ron was breaking the lock on Harry's window.
Harry seemed extremely relieved to see us. I felt sorry for the poor boy, having to spend a whole summer with magic-hating Muggles. Harry squeezed into our flying car just as I saw a large walrus-like man running towards the window. He was screaming at Harry like a sick banshee.
"You live with that thing?" I asked Harry in disgust.
"Don't remind me," was all he said.
We walked through the back door of the Burrow (the Weasley's house) in the early hours of the morning. Fred and George seemed nervous as they tiptoed through their own house, but I had no idea why.
I found out why seven seconds later.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Mrs. Weasley screeched.
My face turned red as she lectured us loudly about the severity of what we had done. But she looked at me and Harry, "And you dragged these poor dears along with you. They could've been hurt! I'm truly sorry, Ami and Harry, for my sons' serious lack of judgment." She said to us.
Ron looked at us with annoyance, George stuck his tongue out, and Fred elbowed me softly in the ribs. I replied with a smug look. Mrs. Weasley loved me, and incorrectly thought I was this angel child.
The five of us, and Percy who had just woken up, ate breakfast in silence. Fred and George both passed their turnips onto my plate, since I loved them and they passionately despised them.
Ginny came downstairs not too long after. She started asking her mother something, but she took one look at Harry Potter and froze like a statue.
"Something wrong, Gin?" George asked and touched her forehead, "Oh gee, looks like you have a bad case of Harrypotteritis."
Her face turned red as she ran upstairs, and the boys laughed. I did not think this was funny; Harry and Ginny would be cute together.
And one of my greatest plans ever was formed.