Ron Weasley was outside Harry's window.

Harry blinked. Then blinked again when the scene didn't change. Nope, there was Ron, leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair bt the way, wearing the same evil smirk Ed got when he was being... well, evil, with Neville beside him, driving, looking as amused as one could while being stone-face disapproving... which was surprisingly amusing, which Harry had only seen military people manage.

"Ron. Neville." breathed Harry, creeping to the window and pushing it up so they could talk through the bars. "Ron, Neville, how did you - What the -?"

Harry's mouth fell open as he tried to put his brain back in order. Were they flying? He was on the second floor, their car must of been flying. Which, considering brooms, he shouldn't be surprised, but if there was flying cars why haven't he heard of them before?! That sounded awesome!

"All right, Harry?" asked Ron, not even answering his questions. Then again, Harry didn't expect them too.

"What's been going on?" asked Neville. Harry glared at him for asking his own questions before Harry's own got answered. "Why haven't you been answering our letters?"

"Really, I've asked you to stay, like, twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles -" Ron said

"It wasn't me- it was some house elf named Dobby- and how did he know?"

"He works for the Ministry," said Ron. "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school -"

"You should talk," said Harry, staring at the floating car.

"Oh, this doesn't count," said Ron. "We're only borrowing this. It's my Dad's, we didn't enchant it. But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with -"

"Basiclly," Neville cut in as Harry opened his mouth to tell them, again, that he wasn't the one who did it. "We were worried about you... for good reason," He eyed the bars on Harry's window. "Fred and George were planning to come get you, but we did it before them."

"Here, we need to go. Tie that around the bars," said Ron, throwing the end of a rope to Harry.

"If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead," said Harry as he tied the rope tightly around a bar and Neville revved up the car.

"Don't worry," said Neville, "and stand back."

"Wait!" Ron said, stopping Neville from continuing for a moment. He glared at Harry. "If we take you back to my house, are you going to stop arguing about getting my sister in danger?"

"Not danger danger!" Harry protested. "You know that that is the only way to get memories back, and I want my vassel back!"

"Pretty sure she was your girlfriend." Neville commented. He was ignored.

"Besides, are you just going to leave me in here if I don't promise?" Harry asked, staring at Ron in disbeilf.

Ron rolled his eyes and huffed. "Of course not! You are my best friend! I'm not leaving you in a place that puts bars on your window! But I will drop you off in a gutter somewhere if you tell me you're going to put my sister in deliberate danger."

"Oh my god, you and your older brother complex..." Harry groaned. "Fine, I promise. I'll just wait for something dangerous at Hogwarts to get Lan Fan back."

"How do you know something is going to be dangerous at Hogwarts?" Neville asked, deciding that he was going to try one more time to get attention. This time it did work, but all he got was a look from Harry saying, 'its obvious isn't it?' He sighed. "Yeah yeah..."

"Wait, Neville, why are you here?" Harry asked.

"I'm going school shopping with the Weasleys in a few days. Now stand back. I do want to sleep tonight."

xXx

"Whoa whoa whoa! Where are we?! I thought you were still locked in your room!"

"Well, thats what you get for sleeping most of the time."

"Look, no matter wht you think, sitting in your brain while your relatives lock you in a room and you won't let me deal with them is boring."

"Well, we are at the Weasleys."

"Why does the old lady look mad?"

"Ron and Neville snuck out to get me, and took a flying car."

"And the twins look mad because?"

"Ron and Neville snuck out to get me, and took a flying car without them, even though it was their idea."

"And... isn't that little girl Lan Fan?"

"Yeah, we are not mentioning her."

xXx

"So you don't think I'm a match for Lucius Malfoy?" said Mr. Weasley indignantly, but he was distracted almost at once by the sight of Hermione's parents, who were standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them. Harry didn't even know what Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were arging about, but he was glad for Hermione's arrival.

Mr. Weasley was distracted by Hermione's muggle parents, so Mrs. Weasley gave them a few coins each to go get them a treat. But, on the condiction of they had to take Ginny with them. Ron, of course, protested bt Mrs. Weasley shut him up with one look.

Ron was quick to drag them to the ice cream shop as soon as they left the adults.

"Draco wrote me the other day and told us to meet him in the ice cream shop as soon as we could, as he wold be there with Hannah. Hopefully we haven't missed them." He explained.

"Wait, why are we talking to a Malfoy?" Ginny asked.

Ron paused in his walking and looked at Harry, Neville, and Hermione. Hermione tilted her head and nodded, and Neville shrugged, showing he didn't care, but Harry did not want to tell her. Like, ever. At least until she got her memories back. But as he opened his mouth to say so, he was suddenly back in his mind, as Ling, as Greed took control.

"She should totally know."

Ling scowled. He needed to stop doing that. Seriously.

xXx

"I don't believe you."

"Eh, b-but Ginny-!" Ron said, looking at his sister.

They were at the ice cream shop, sitting with Draco and Hannah. They just got done explaining their past lives to her, but, as you can see, she doesn't believe them. Which should hurt more, really, that Lan Fan refused to believe in him, Ling mused, but then again, she had said how cool the Xingese Prince and his bodyguards were, so...

"Nope. You have already lost my trust on this, Ron. I don't believe you and if I was older enough to go off on my own, I would." Ginny said bluntly, expression blank as Lan Fan usually had when dealling with someone she fond stupid.

"Ginny!" Greed, who was still in control, yelled suddenly. Ling could feel how annoyed he was at the girl that refused to believe them.

"..." Ginny didn't answer, just stare at him as if she jst remembered he was there. Her face turned three shades redder. Ling sighed, and Greed followed soon after.

"Oh, stop going silent around me!"

"Well," Draco said, standing up. "No matter how interesting this is, I need to go. I got away from Father by telling him that I was going to look at brooms. He'll be checking on me soon, and I don't need him anymore mad at me."

xXx

"I'm going to put this simply for you Hermione," Ron said, glaring at the brunette. Harry cold practicely see the hearts in her eyes while she looked at Lockhart. "He. Is. A. Fraud."

"Ron's right you know." Neville said, looking at the charms books.

"I don't like him." Harry said bluntly.

"Oh, Harry, you just don't like him because he dragged you back into the limelight." Hermione scoffed.

"You are right." Harry said, and looked down at the armfull of new Lockhart books. "Oh, that reminds me." He walked over to Ginny and put the books in her bucket. "There. Now you and your brothers can share. Actually, Ron, are yo getting his books?"

"No."

"Neville?"

"Nope."

"Hannah?"

"Waste of money."

"I'm not either." Draco said as he walked down the steps behind them.

"So, Hermione, you are the only one that boght those books." Harry said. Hermione glared at him and Harry wisely shut up.

"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

"Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley."

It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering. Draco just looked sheepish at his father's attitude, and shrgged sorry.

"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids ... I hope they're paying you overtime?"

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Mr. Weasley flushed darker than Harry had seen Ron ever had.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.

"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley ... and I thought your family could sink no lower-"

There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please - please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all

"Break it up, there, gents, break it up -"

Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.

"Here, girl - take your book - it's the best your father can give you - Draco! Come on!" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco and swept from the shop. Draco managed to wave goodbye before he disappeared.

xXx

That night, Ron and Harry, the only ones left as Hermione, Hannah, and Neville went home with their respected gaurdians, were sitting in his room. Harry was being beaten royally (no pun intended) at chess, bt it still counted as playing.

This was when Ginny came running in, slammed the door, threw down a black notebook on the chessboard, and looked at Harry with a serious expression.

"I believe you." She paused and added as an afterthought with a smile. "My lord."

xXx

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