Harry was surprised that he, Magic, and Uncle Vernon were the only ones to be in the car as his Uncle drove from the station. He and Magic were sitting in the back, as far away from him as possible. Harry didn't mind, though, and put his hand over the right pocket of his jeans where the tiny, shrunken trunk of his was. As they began driving down a long stretch of road, Harry heard Uncle Vernon break the silence.
"When we get home, boy, I expect you to hand up all your school things. They'll be locked away until you go back to that infernal place September first." Uncle Vernon stated.
"What you expect and what's actually going to happen are two different things, Uncle Vernon." Harry responded confidently.
"Are you talking back to me, boy?" Uncle Vernon asked dangerously.
"I'm just stating a fact." Harry replied. "After all, if the people at my school find out that I haven't been allowed to do what I need to do, there could be certain problems. Wizards at the house."
Harry heard Uncle Vernon flinch at the use of the word wizards, though held in his amusement.
"And another thing, boy, you won't be using those... Words at our house."
"Uncle Vernon, you can punish me any way you like. Make me cook, make me clean, make me wash your company car, I don't care. But allow me to have my school things. I'll work in peace, but I won't be stopping what you call my unnaturalness. It's a part of me no matter what you say or what you do." Harry said.
"Well, keep it out of our hair and to yourself, then, if you insist on continuing with this foolishness!" Uncle Vernon furiously shouted. Harry, having expected him to raise his voice, wasn't startled.
"I will, but if Dudley tries to take my food, or I'm going hungry, you know what that'll mean." Harry stated with cool confidence.
Uncle Vernon made several grunting sounds that seemed to express some great rage. Harry said nothing, and after a few moments, Uncle Vernon simply shouted, "Fine, boy! But one of these days, you're going to push me too far!"
"And then my unnaturalness gets used on you when you attack me in a mad rage, or whatever it is you think you'll do." Harry stated coldly. "Do we have an agreement, then, Uncle?"
Having been at Hogwarts for the past school year, Harry found that he was far more assertive with the Dursley's than he thought he'd be. Though his heart was pounding, he felt no reason to back down from the confrontation. Unsurprisingly, Uncle Vernon grumbled before he stated in a quieter voice, "You'll be helping out around the house, boy. You keep that... Keep that unnaturalness out of our hair and we'll let you be with your things."
"Good." Harry stated, reaching to his left and gripping Magic's hand in his. She returned his grasp and he sighed, leaning back comfortably in the seat.
The rest of the ride to the Dursley's was tense and quiet as he thought it would be, but he didn't mind. Harry would rather have that than a shouting Uncle Vernon. After they pulled into the driveway, he and Magic removed their seat belts and got out of the car, making their way to the front door which Uncle Vernon unlocked. After they entered, Harry closed and locked it behind him, then went up to his room with Magic following. As he stepped inside and walked toward the old bed, he sighed, placed his trunk at the foot of it, then unshrunk it, keeping the keys to the compartments in a pocket so he wouldn't lose them. Harry sat on the warn mattress, then said, "Only thing to do, I suppose. Get started on homework. At least they don't know what I'm reading, so have nothing to say anything about."
It was one of the times Harry was glad to be blind. He took out some of his books and assignments from his trunk, laying them out on the desk, then began to do his work. Magic moved over to the door and closed it, Harry grinning a little.
"Thanks." He said, feeling a similar rush of power like what he'd felt at Ollivanders the previous year, though it was more subdued.
"I do as you wish." Magic responded sedately, then she sat down on the old, warn bed.
Harry worked until he was called down to dinner that night, and predictably, Dudley's first words to both of them weren't kind ones.
"Enjoy that freak school of yours?" He asked.
"I enjoyed it more than I enjoy it here, especially with your lack of manners." Harry responded, then added, "Thanks Aunt Petunia."
"Hmm." Aunt Petunia responded sharply.
"Tell us all about Smeltings, Dudley my boy!" Uncle Vernon boomed proudly, so Dudley did.
Harry quietly ate with Magic as Dudley told his parents all about how wonderful Smeltings was, how he'd gotten in a lot of practice with his Smeltings stick, and was looking forward to practicing it on Harry. There were a few snide comments thrown out at Harry throughout his story, such as, "You'll never have that, will you?" and, "All you've got are freaky friends that won't ever do anything."
"Dudley, maybe you shouldn't be doing that, huh?" Uncle Vernon sounded a bit nervous, though after the confidence and assertiveness Harry showed, he wasn't surprised.
"What?" Dudley asked. "I'm just telling Potter what he needs to hear."
Harry heard flesh hit flesh quietly, then Magic stated calmly, "Don't steal his food, Dudley."
"Man, have you gotten fast." Dudley said, then added, "Well, let go!"
"Are you going to continue stealing Harry's food from his plate?" Magic asked.
"I'm a growing boy, I need all the food I can get!" Dudley shouted indignantly.
"Dudley, don't." Aunt Petunia said sharply. "No more stealing his food."
"But mum..." Dudley began.
"No!" Aunt Petunia firmly shouted.
Dudley sighed and Harry heard Magic go back to eating. Curiously, he opened his link of knowledge with her, becoming aware of the various positions the Dursley's were in, the items along the table, and everything around the room. From what he remembered of her data about the room before he'd left for Hogwarts, everything seemed the same as it had been, though Harry wasn't surprised at the dull, unchanging normality of the Dursley's. Dudley was going back to eating, and the Dursley's were continuing to eat their own food. Harry closed his link of knowledge from Magic, glad to have her as his only friend at this place, though was looking forward to getting in contact with his friends from Hogwarts.
His first letter came from Hermione a week later. Surprisingly, though perhaps not so much, Uncle Vernon sounded impressed.
"So, Potter." He said as he handed Harry the letter at the table during breakfast. "Made friends with a normal person, have you? Well, I'll be happy to help you send back more letters. It's good to see you in contact with good, common folk like us."
"Well, thanks." Harry replied with surprise, opening the letter and beginning to read it silently to himself.
Hermione detailed to Harry, in perfect braille, that she was looking forward to his response, and wanted to know how she did writing the letter. She also told him that she'd begun working on her assignments, and wanted to know if he had also. With not much else to do, Harry had finished everything he needed to, and was looking forward to enjoying the summer weather outside. Hermione also wanted to know if she could get his phone number so she could talk with him.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked.
"What is it?" Uncle Vernon stated.
"Hermione, the one who wrote me, she's wondering if I could give her the phone number so she could call me." Harry said.
"That normal person who wrote you?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Yeah." Harry replied, hiding his irritation.
"Fine. But only that one, boy, not those freaky friends of yours that use owls." Uncle Vernon responded in a voice that indicated to Harry he had better things to talk about.
"Thanks, Uncle Vernon." Harry said.
Uncle Vernon only grunted to acknowledge Harry's request, and after composing a letter on his Brailler and transcribing it to ink for Hermione, he folded it up and put it in an envelope he'd been given. Using a pen, Magic wrote the address of Hermione's house for him, as Harry didn't think the Dursley's would do it. Aunt Petunia stamped it and sent it off, then said to Harry, "You'll be paying for stamps if you keep sending those letters."
"I'm sure Hermione will call me soon, so you won't have to worry about that." Harry said, eagerly looking forward to hearing her voice.
The summer weather was nice and warm, and Harry enjoyed walking around the familiar neighborhood, through the park and different streets. It had been some time since he'd practiced any of his street crossing skills, so he challenged himself to do so, finding that he still knew what to do. He grinned, spending much of the day outside with the feel of the warm sun on his face and neck. Magic was inside as usual, as the Dursley's didn't want her being seen outside unless she needed to be, as her robe and placid expression weren't normal, according to them. As always, Harry united with Magic with joy, moving over to her that evening and rubbing her back.
"Hi." He said. "What did you do while I was gone?"
"Ensured everything in the trunk was organized." Magic replied.
"Good." Harry said, and Magic handed him back the keys that he'd left with her. "Thanks."
Magic said nothing, but Harry didn't mind, as usual. After a moment, Harry opened the fifth compartment in his trunk and entered the small apartment there, walking around the place that he hadn't used much this summer. He took a few minutes to familiarize himself with everything before Magic moved to the Dursley's bathroom, duplicating his items there and making them appear in the appropriate places within the trunk's bathroom. Fully confident in Magic's placement of everything, Harry didn't verify where everything was. Instead, he simply climbed from the trunk and began moving his items from the desk in his room at the Dursley's to the apartment in his trunk, organizing everything like a home. It felt like a far more personal space when he finished, a small, one room apartment he could use to stay in when at the Dursley home. Smiling to himself, Harry climbed from the trunk and hugged Magic, who unemotionally returned his embrace.
"Thanks a lot, Magic." He said. "For being you."
"I'm always me." Magic stated in reply.
"I know. But if it hadn't been for you, I don't think my life here at the Dursley's would have been as good." Harry said. "And... Thanks for helping me with my nightmares, too."
"I'll always help you." Magic said. "You wish it and require it."
"Yeah." Harry said. "I suppose so."
"You are accepting things." Magic stated as she gripped Harry's shoulders. "Grieving. It is good."
"I suppose I am." Harry responded. "Daphne helped me a lot, as did Professor Dumbledore, but you've helped me more than anyone has since you're always here."
"I'll always be there when you need me." Magic stated, though neither of them were unaware how Harry would be haunted by those words only four months later.
"Boy!" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice came to Harry's ears three days later as he dusted everything in the attic.
Harry put the duster down carefully, keeping track of its location before he made his way down to the living room.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" He asked.
"Phone." She stated, thrusting it into his hand.
Harry put it up to his ear, then said, "Hello?"
"Harry, it's good to hear your voice!" Hermione said with eager excitement. "How are you doing? Are things, okay?"
"Oh, yeah, things are fine." Harry responded. "But I'm a little perplexed at something, I haven't gotten any letters from our other friends."
"I know. They told me you hadn't responded to the letters they've sent, though they weren't too worried since it's only been a little more than a week. I wonder why you're not getting them." Hermione said.
"I don't know." Harry replied.
"How are you doing dealing with... The end of the school year?" Hermione asked.
"Magic's helped a lot, you know how calmly direct she is." Harry said. "She's helped me see why I don't need to blame myself whenever I start, and we've gotten closer, I think."
"What's that like?" Hermione asked with curious fascination.
"It's hard to explain." Harry said. "The flame I feel, it's like it's closer to me, more powerful in a way, but more like it's more direct at reading what I actually need. When I practice things with Magic, I feel that way as well, but not as quickly as I do when she's been helping me, or the few times I've done what she wants. I shape Magic with my life, though, and my desires. She likes that, and it's not often she wants to do anything other than what I want her to do."
"That's fascinating." Hermione said with an intrigued voice. "But I'm still wondering why you're not getting any letters from Ron or Daphne."
"I don't know." Harry said. "It's odd, but if you'll pass along a message to them for me, I'd be grateful."
"And what's that?" Hermione asked.
"Let them know I'm okay, and things are fine. You can even tell them what I've talked to you about, too. Oh, and you'll like this, I'm sure. I've completed my summer homework for school." Harry said.
"Good." Hermione replied, sounding glad. "I just wish Ron would study more as well."
"Keep working with him. He'll get there eventually." Harry said with a bit of a grin. "But then, sometimes, there's some things about people that just don't change."
"Hermione, will you come help me for a minute, dear?" Harry heard an unfamiliar woman's voice faintly through the phone.
"One sec, mum!" Hermione called, then said, "I've got to go, but I'll call you back some time soon."
"Okay, looking forward to it. Oh, don't call on my birthday, July thirty-first, I think Uncle Vernon's got some company people visiting." Harry said.
"Okay." Hermione responded. "Well, talk with you soon, Harry, and tell Magic hello. Bye."
"Bye." Harry said, then trailed the chord of the phone down to its cradle and hung it up.
Harry began walking back up the stairs, and as he passed his room, turned his head and said, "Hermione says hello, Magic, and wants to talk with you I think."
"I'm aware of you, and aware of your conversation with Hermione." Magic serenely stated as acknowledgement.
"Oh. Right." Harry responded.
For the most part, the next few weeks were uneventful. Harry and Hermione stayed in contact, with her passing messages to Ron and Daphne, and she passing messages from them to him. She also spoke with Magic, she and Harry taking turns to speak with her. Harry felt the feeling of closeness with Magic increase as he did this, and was glad for it. On his birthday, Harry received no gift that morning, though didn't expect one at all. Instead, he received a lecture from Uncle Vernon about the roles everyone would play during his company meeting. Harry and Magic were told to stay in their room, make no noise, and pretend they didn't exist. Harry had a solution to the noise difficulty, either by Magic placing a sound blocking barrier around the room, or by them going into his trunk's apartment. He brought none of this to the Dursley's attention, though, and made it through the day without incident, he and Magic assisting Aunt Petunia in cleaning the house.
They were ushered up to their room in the evening by Aunt Petunia, with a warning to stay quiet and do nothing to cause any difficulties. When they entered their room, Harry immediately heard Magic state, "Strange being, who are you?"
"What?" Harry asked as he closed the door.
"Be aware." Magic stated, and Harry opened his link of knowledge with her for a moment. Through her, he was aware of a creature that looked humanoid in appearance, but who's ears were bat-like, eyes were large and green, and who was sliding from his bed to the floor to bow. Deciding he was in no danger, Harry closed his link of knowledge with Magic as he heard Dudley speaking to the Mason's.
"Harry Potter and Harry Potter's Magic!" The creature's high, squeaky voice made Harry instantly place a sound blocking barrier around the room to cover it completely, so the Dursley's would hear nothing.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"You is powerful, Harry Potter, and brave!" The creature said in a voice of awe. "You is being blind also, but that is not making you lesser. So long has Dobby been wanting to meet you, sir."
"Um, okay." Harry said awkwardly. "Well, it's good to meet you, too."
"You are Dobby." Magic said.
"Yes, I is, Harry Potter's magic." Dobby responded.
"How do you know she's my magic?" Harry asked.
"I is knowing, sir." Dobby said, though provided no further explanation.
"Call me Magic or ma'am." Magic indicated.
"Yes, ma'am." Dobby said.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked.
"Well, sir, Dobby has come to tell you, sir... It is difficult, sir. Dobby wonders where to begin."
"Feel free to get comfortable if you want." Harry said. "Sit down on the bed or the chair, or I can make you a chair, whatever you like."
"S-s-sit down?" Dobby wailed loudly, and Harry was glad for the sound blocking barrier he'd placed around the room. ""Never ever ever..."
"I'm sorry." Harry said quickly. "I didn't mean to offend you, I just thought you'd be more comfortable sitting."
"Offend Dobby!" He choked, sobbing. "No one has ever asked Dobby to sit down like an equal!"
"Harry's nice." Magic stated as she moved over to Dobby. Harry heard his sobs become muffled, as if crying into Magic's shoulder.
"I try to be." Harry said, moving over to them and reaching out, awkwardly patting Dobby on the back a little, touching one of Magic's hot hands.
After about half a minute or so, Dobby's sobs lessened and he pulled away from Magic. Harry heard him trying to gather himself, and noted that Dobby was a lot shorter than him.
"I guess you've not met many decent wizards." Harry said.
"No..." Dobby said, trailed off, then Harry heard him running before he heard a slamming against the window and Dobby shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
"Stop, hey!" Harry called out, then heard Dobby squeal as he felt Magic magically restrain him.
A few moments passed, then Dobby said, "Dobby is sorry, sir, but Dobby almost spoke ill of the family he serves."
"Yes." Magic responded. "You are bound."
Now that Magic pointed it out, Harry realized she was right. He felt a little frustration that, once again, he'd dismissed something alien as a result of the creature before him, but reasoned that he wouldn't learn what every piece of magic felt like overnight. He quickly calmed, and Magic didn't react to his emotions.
"Do they know you're here?" Harry asked after a moment.
"Oh, no, sir, no ... Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir..." Dobby responded.
"They'd notice that, though, wouldn't they?" Harry asked.
"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments..." Dobby said.
"If I were in your position, I wouldn't put up with that. But then..." Harry trailed off sadly. "I wish there was something I could do to help you."
"There is nothing, sir." Dobby responded. "A house elf must be set free by his master, and Dobby's family will never set him free, sir, so Dobby will serve them until the day he dies."
"How is a house elf set free?" Harry asked.
"They is being presented with clothes by their family, sir." Dobby replied.
"I see." Harry responded.
A few moments of silence passed, and Harry had a brief thought of how strange it was to hear no sound in the room other than him, Magic, and Dobby breathing. It was so silent that he heard ringing in his ears, something that he usually didn't hear. He dismissed the thought almost instantly, though, deciding to get back to the heart of the matter.
"You were going to tell me something about why you're here." Harry said. "What was the thing you wanted to say to me, anyway?"
"Dobby is delivering a warning, sir, that you must not return to Hogwarts school this year." Dobby replied after a few moments.
"My friends are there, Dobby, I can't simply leave. Besides, I need to learn to control my magic." Harry said.
"Refine the relationship. Gain knowledge." Magic corrected.
"Right." Harry said. "Sorry about that, Magic."
"Accepted. You already control me as I am your magic and will do as you desire." Magic stated.
"Of course." Harry said. "Anyway, Dobby, I still want to make friends, learn things."
"You would speak with friends who don't even write you, Harry Potter?" Dobby asked.
"Wait just a second." Harry said thoughtfully. "How would you know that unless you've been stealing the letters I should have been getting?"
"Dobby hoped that if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him, that he might not want to return to Hogwarts." Harry heard the sound of paper being pulled from something, and immediately, the stack of letters appeared in Magic's hands at his thought.
"I don't appreciate you stealing my letters." Harry said. "Dobby, I'd like you to leave now, please, and don't try to stop me from going to Hogwarts. You'll fail."
"I is not needing to, sir." Dobby said, then Harry heard a loud crack echo through the room. He felt the magic used when Dobby vanished, and with the natural ease he had in manipulating and using magic, put a ward around the neighborhood that would prevent Dobby from coming back in that way.
"Ron and Daphne wrote me." Magic stated, then Harry heard the sound of tearing paper.
"What did they want?" Harry asked.
"They asked how I am doing, wished for me to write them back." Magic said.
"Are you happy they wrote you?" Harry asked.
"I'm your magic." She stated. "Your letters can be read by you."
"You transcribed them for me?" Harry asked.
Magic simply handed them to him, and feeling the braille on the envelopes, Harry smiled.
"That answers that. Thanks." He said, feeling the increasing closeness and rush of affinity for her, affection with the magic within him. He sat down on the bed next to her, and as he read the letters Dobby had been keeping from him, felt Magic lean against him and put an arm around him, just as he'd wanted.
"I wonder why Dobby said he didn't need to stop me from going to Hogwarts." Harry said.
"Magic is not to be used over the holidays. Tracking could occur." Magic replied.
"Not with us, though. I've done a few things already, haven't received any warnings yet. Did Dobby think we might receive warnings?" Harry asked. Magic didn't answer his rhetorical question.
The next day, Magic was in the living room on the phone with Hermione, as it was her day to speak with her.
"Hello, Magic." She said. "How's Harry?"
"Calm, satisfied. Dobby, a house elf, was intercepting our letters." Magic responded after ensuring only Hermione could hear the response, then, unblocking the sound barrier, said, "Calm, satisfied."
"A house elf was intercepting the letters, and that's why Harry wasn't getting them? But why?" Hermione asked.
"An attempt to prevent Harry from returning to the school." Magic responded.
"How terrible. I'm not familiar with house elves, could you tell me anything about them?" Hermione asked.
"They are bound to serve a family until they are set free by being given clothes." Magic stated. "They must not say anything insulting or bad about the family they serve. They must obey their orders at all times."
"That is appalling." Hermione responded after a long moment. "It sounds like slavery to me."
"Is it slavery to them?" Magic asked.
"Of course it is, even if they don't realize it." Hermione stated, sounding as if she wouldn't be persuaded.
"Imposing your cultural values on others isn't wise." Magic replied, relentless in her logic.
"It's not a cultural value, Magic. It's a fact." Hermione stated.
"Your cultural values and beliefs lead you to believe that." Magic stated. "Imposing your values on others is unwise. Ask them. View their side of the story."
"Why?" Hermione asked. "It's obvious they've been conditioned to believe what they do."
"Harry doesn't judge others before meeting them, or makes judgements based on information heard from others. You do. Are you the best friend for him?" Magic asked.
"I..." Hermione trailed off, sounding confused. "Look. I'm not judging anyone. I'm simply saying that they don't know what they need to know."
"Judgement." Magic stated. "You stated they're conditioned to believe what they believe. That's another judgement. It's a stereotype, another generalization based on how you view the world."
Hermione let out a sigh, but didn't pursue the topic.
"So." She said after a long moment. "You've figured out Dobby was the one stopping the letters because he didn't want Harry to go to Hogwarts. Did you ever figure out why that was?"
"No." Magic replied.
"That's really odd." Hermione said. "I wonder who sent him."
"No one." Magic stated. "He came himself."
"Girl, time to get cleaning. Off the phone." Aunt Petunia said.
"I'll talk with you in a couple days, Magic." Hermione said.
"Okay." Magic replied, then hung up the phone and moved into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia waited.
Harry had been vacuuming his room while Magic spoke to Hermione, so he wasn't aware of the conversation, since he usually kept his link of knowledge with Magic closed these days. Once he finished his chore, he put the vacuum away, then sat down on his bed with a bit of a sigh. A tapping at the window made him stand up, then move to open it. He heard an owl flap its way unsteadily past him, then heard it flop down on his bed. Harry moved over to it, concerned, feeling the feathery mass near the edge of the bed with a letter tied to one of its legs. Carefully, Harry untied it, then heard the owl try to flap its way from the room for a moment before it flopped back down on the bed. Putting his hands over the owl, Harry touched it with his magic, feeling the dwindling life within. There wasn't much he could do, though, as he didn't know how to reverse aging in any way. If he knew more about genetics, he thought he might be able to do something, but as it was, he might do more damage in his attempt. He let healing magic wash over the owl, though, healing some things that came from old age, strengthening others. After he finished, the owl hooted, still sounding a little weak, then unsteadily moved along the bed. Harry pulled open the letter, and not wanting to put the page in his Brailler, simply used the same magic Magic had used to transcribe the print to braille.
The letter was from Ron, as it turned out, and was an expression of relief that he was okay, and was now able to get his letter. There was also an invitation for him to come over, and grabbing a blank sheet of paper, Harry wrote a letter to Ron, telling him he'd love to come over. He confirmed Ron's time and day, which was in a couple days at around five o'clock in the evening. He told Ron to arrive in a Muggle way, if possible, so the Dursley's would be more accepting of him leaving. After the owl clamped the letter in his beak, he flew off, the flapping somewhat unsteady. Harry was confident Ron would get his reply, though, and left his room to speak to Aunt Petunia.
The Dursley's grudgingly allowed Harry to leave, though when Uncle Vernon told him not to bother coming back until the end of term next year, Harry wondered if their behavior had been a bit of an act. He also knew that the Dursley's didn't usually do much to make him happy, and as it would make him happy to go see his friends, he imagined it was a bit of a conflict for them to even consider the idea. Harry told Hermione over the phone where he'd be, and she was excited for him to spend time with Ron at a place he'd enjoy more than the Dursley's home.
Right on time, the doorbell rang. Harry, who was waiting with Magic at the door, opened it.
"Good evening." He heard a man say pleasantly. "You must be Harry Potter."
"I am." He responded.
"I'm Arthur Weasley. Ron told me you'd be ready for me to get you. He's looking forward to you visiting, as are Molly and I."
"Molly?" Harry asked.
"Mrs. Weasley." Mr. Weasley responded.
"Oh." Harry said. "Well, I'm looking forward to it also."
"Great." Mr. Weasley replied, and from the sound of his voice, Harry thought he was smiling.
"So. Going, then?" Uncle Vernon asked sharply from behind him.
"Yes." Harry replied as he turned around. "This is Mr. Weasley. He's the father of a friend of mine at my school."
"Hmm." Uncle Vernon stated. "Well go on, boy."
"Okay." Harry said. "See you next year, then, Uncle Vernon."
"Yeah." Uncle Vernon responded tensely.
Harry and Magic stepped from the house, and Harry followed Mr. Weasley's footsteps to a car, he opening the door for them.
"Harry, why don't you get in first. And, I guess you're Magic, then?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yes." She replied.
"Why don't you sit next to him." Mr. Weasley said.
Harry climbed into the front seat of the vehicle, which was larger than he thought it would be. Magic climbed in next to him, and Mr. Weasley closed the door as the two of them belted themselves in. After he got in the other side and began to drive off, Harry immediately noticed the car was quieter and smoother than he expected.
"This isn't a normal Muggle car, is it?" Harry asked.
"Not quite." Mr. Weasley said. "It's been a little modified."
"I can tell." Harry said. "I can feel the magic."
"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked with excitement. "What does it feel like?"
"It's hard to describe, but it's like the magic's a certain pattern, like it's got a specific way it does things. There's different magic here that overlaps itself and interacts with one another, so it's hard for me to tell exactly what's on the car. Something about flight, I think, and invisibility, but there's a lot of other things I don't recognize." Harry said.
"And what about you, Magic? Ron tells us that you're actually Harry's magic, so can you feel things in the car also?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yes." Magic stated.
"Oh." Mr. Weasley sounded a little awkward.
"She's pretty direct, a woman of little words." Harry stated.
"I see that." Mr. Weasley said. "I had some other questions for you too. I imagine living with Muggles, you'd know a lot about how they do things."
"Well, I know a few things." Harry said.
"So tell me." Mr. Weasley replied. "How do their flying machines stay in the air?" Harry spent the entire hour long ride explaining to Mr. Weasley a variety of different things about Muggle plains, trains, toys, and every day objects such as the stove, and explaining them as best he could. When they stopped and parked at the end of their drive, Mr. Weasley said, "Here we are, Harry and Magic. Welcome to the Burrow."
