Okay so from here until Summer 1993, you will see some lines and phrases from the book Harry Potter and the Chamber Of Secrets. Those lines are owned by J.K. Rowling, and in no way am I trying to claim them. They are needed because this is a POV telling of the books, and I will have to use some of the things that Ron has been told and hears around him.

Chapter 21: The Rescue

It was well into August and I was really starting to get worried about Harry. While Hermione and I wrote to each other at least every other day, neither of us had heard anything from Harry. At first, I had thought that maybe Harry wasn't the writing type, then it led to me thinking that Harry didn't want to talk to us. I had even sent him a package of Mum's fudge for his birthday with no word. And I knew he would have replied to that.

I asked Mum and Dad if there was anything that they could do, but Mum had caught the vibe from the muggles last time that they would probably be upset if they contacted them regarding Harry, so they didn't know what to do. They were worried about him too.

Dad had came in and told us how apparently Harry had gotten a letter from the ministry for performing underage magic in front of a muggle. Now I really knew something wasn't right. Did he have to resort to magic to protect himself or something?

After that, Fred, George, and I started plotting.

"I don't think it's a good idea." I said. "I mean, if we get caught-"

"We won't get caught. Don't be a pussy, Ron" said George.

"We would be invisible the whole time. No one will know." said Fred.

"Mum and Dad will know."

"Not if you don't tell." said Fred. "We do it after they are asleep, and have Harry here early morning, and we could say that he was simply dropped off here by..."

I gave Fred a smirk. "Well?"

"That doesn't matter. We will cross that bridge when we come to it." said George. "Right now, we got to think about getting Harry out of there. This is your mate. Don't you wanna make sure he's okay?"

I sighed. "Of course I do. Alright, fine. But not tonight! Tomorrow night " I said.

"Why tomorrow? So you can have time to come up with a reason to chicken out?"

"No! I just don't think we should jump into it yet, okay? I'm all for it. Just tomorrow, okay?"

Fred and George looked at each other and then back at me. They nodded.

The next night around 1 in the morning, we got into my Dad's Ford Anglia, a muggle car that he had tweaked to have wizarding capabilities. It could fly, and it had an invisibility booster that we could cut on so people wouldn't see us in the air.

We snuck down to Mum and Dad's room and peeked in. Dad was at work overnight, and Mum looked to be drooling. So we knew that she were down for the count. We crept down to the sitting room, grabbed the keys, and crept out the door.

We ran to the car and am started it up. It went off loudly, as if the car was snitching on us. We quickly pulled off down the driveway, cut the flight and invisibility boosters on, and took off to the skies.

Surrey was about three hours away (Dad had found out for me), so George and I sat back and talked over cover stories, while Fred (who was the better driver) drove us through the night sky.

Soon, we approached Privet Drive. It was bloody weird, all the houses looked the exact same.

Finally, we found house number 4 and circled it best we could. I had forgotten the poor git stayed locked under the stairs. But then, something caught my eye. Bars on a window. Bars? Had to be where they kept him. Poor bloke probably felt like he was in jail.

"There!" I pointed to the bar covered window. Fred looked over and shook his head.

We flew down and got as close to the window as possible. I took a few loose objects and gravel from the car floor and threw them at the window, hoping to wake Harry up.

A few minutes later, I was smiling at my first best mate's bewildered face

"Ron, how did you -? What the -?"

"All right, Harry?" asked George.

"What's been going on?" I asked, feeling giddy to see my best friend. "Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles-"

"It wasn't me." he said. "And how did he know?"

"He works for the Ministry. You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school." I said with a smirk.

"You should talk," said Harry, smiling at the car.

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

"I told you, I didn't - but it'll take too long to explain now. Look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, and obviously I can't magic myself out, because the Ministry'll think that's the second spell I've done in three days, so-"

"Stop gibbering," I said. "We've come to take you home with us."

Harry's eyed grew wide. "But you can't magic me out either."

"We don't need to." I said, nodding my head towards the front. "You forget who I've got with me."

"Tie that around the bars," said Fred, throwing the end of a rope to Harry.

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

"Don't worry." said Fred. "Stand back."

Harry moved out the way as Fred revved the car louder and louder and suddenly, with a loud crumbling noise, the bars were pulled off of the window as Fred drove up in the sky. I quickly pulled the bars into the car. Harry looked froze. He was listening out for the Dursleys.

Fred reversed as close as possible to Harry's window.

"Get in." I said.

"But all my Hogwarts stuff, my wand, my broomstick..."

"Where is it?"

"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room."

"No problem," said George."Out of the way, Harry."

The twins climbed out of the car and into the bedroom. I watched from the car as George picked the lock. Bill had taught us all how to do it, as he said that even though we were wizards, this was an important thing to know.

While the twins went for Harry's locked up things, Harry began passing stuff that he needed that was in his room to me.

We kept moving things in as quietly as we could until finally, all we had left was Harry's trunk.

"A bit more," panted Fred, pulling the trunk in while Harry and George pushed. "One good push-"

Finally we had gotten it in without waking the house.

"Okay, let's go." George whispered.

As Harry was climbing into the car, a loud screech came from inside his room. And then...

"THAT RUDDY OWL!" said a thundering voice.

"I've forgotten Hedwig!" yelled Harry, who went back in the room, quickly snatched up Hedwig's cage, and passed it out to me. He was frantically trying to get out himself, when his fat ass uncle came bursting into the room. He dived at Harry, grabbing him by the ankle.

My brothers and I seized Harry's arms and pulled as hard as we could. No way were we gonna let that bag of air get him.

"Petunia!" he roared like a lion. "He's getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY!"

We gave one more great tug, and managed to pull Harry out of the lumpy troll's grasp

"FLOOR IT FRED!" I yelled, and we had sped off.

"See you next summer!" Harry yelled at his horrible family that were watching us fly off into the night.

We all laughed and cheered, adrenaline pumping through our veins. Victory!

"Let Hedwig out." Harry said."She can fly behind us. She hasn't had a chance to stretch her wings for ages."

George handed the hairpin to me and i picked at the lock. A moment later, Hedwig flew out of the window, looking thrilled to be able to fly again.

"So, what's the story, Harry?" I asked, ready for answers. "What's been happening?"

Harry told us all about Dobby, some mental house elf that had given him a warning and had also done the magic that got him in trouble. The elf had dumped some pudding on some man's wife, and Harry got blamed for it by the Ministry.

"Very fishy," said Fred.

"Definitely dodgy" agreed George. "So he wouldn't even tell you who's supposed to be plotting all this stuff?"

"I don't think he could." said Harry. "I told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall."

Fred and George gave each other suspicious looks.

"What, you think he was lying to me?" said Harry.

"Well," said Fred, "put it this way. House-elves have got powerful magic of their own, but they can't usually use it without their master's permission. I reckon old Dobby was sent to stop you coming back to Hogwarts. Someone's idea of a joke. Can you think of anyone at school with a grudge against you?"

"Yes." Harry and I said at the same time.

"Draco Malfoy." said Harry. "He hates me."

"Draco Malfoy?" said George, turning around. "Not Lucius Malfoy's son?"

"Must be, it's not a very common name, is it?" asked Harry.

"I've heard Dad talking about him." said George. "He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who."

"And when You-Know-Who disappeared, Lucius Malfoy came back saying he'd never meant any of it. Load of dung - Dad reckons he was right in You- Know-Who's inner circle." finished Fred

"I don't know whether the Malfoys own a house-elf..." said Harry.

"Well, whoever owns him will be an old wizarding family, and they'll be rich." said Fred.

"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing." said George. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one in our house."

"I'm glad we came to get you, anyway." I said, patting him on the back. "I was getting really worried when you didn't answer any of my letters. I thought it was Errol's fault at first-"

"Who's Errol?"

"Our owl. He's ancient. It wouldn't be the first time he'd collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes-"

"Who?"

"The owl Mum and Dad bought Percy when he was made prefect," said Fred, sounding as if he was rolling his eyes

"But Percy wouldn't lend him to me but once." said Ron. "Said he needed him."

"Percy's been acting very oddly this summer." said George, frowning. "And he has been sending a lot of letters and spending a load of time shut up in his room. I mean, there's only so many times you can polish a prefect badge. You're driving too far west, Fred."

"So, does your dad know you've got the car?" asked Harry.

I winced. Harry saying that reminded me of what could potentially happen at home.

"Er, no, he had to work tonight. Hopefully we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it." I said.

"What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic, anyway?"

"He works in the most boring department. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."

"The what?"

"It's all to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you know, in case they end up back in a Muggle shop or house. Like, last year, some old witch died and her tea set was sold to an antiques shop. This Muggle woman bought it, took it home, and tried to serve her friends tea in it. It was a nightmare . Dad was working overtime for weeks."

"What happened?"

"The teapot went berserk and squirted boiling tea all over the place and one man ended up in the hospital with the sugar tongs clamped to his nose. Dad was going frantic - it's only him and an old warlock called Perkins in the office, and they had to do Memory Charms and all sorts of stuff to cover it up-"

"But your dad - this car-"

Fred laughed. "Yeah, Dad's crazy about everything to do with Muggles; our shed's full of Muggle stuff. He takes it apart, puts spells on it, and puts it back together again. If he raided our house he'd have to put himself under arrest. It drives Mum mad."

"That's the main road," said George, peering down through the windshield. "We'll be there in ten minutes... Just as well, it's getting light..."

Fred brought the car lower and lower. The lower he went, the more afraid I got.

"We're a little way outside the village." said George. "Ottery St. Catchpole."

The sun was rising, we could see it through the trees. We had been gone longer than expected. We were hoping for it to be night still. Mum wakes early.

"Touchdown!" said Fred as we hit the ground. We landed next to the garage. I braced myself for what was going to happen when we got in the house.