It was dark, it was tight, and Ronald Weasley had no idea what was going on. The small space he was cramped in was filled with three other people. "Dad, what's goin' on here?" asked Ron.
"It appears as though we misjudged our decisions." retorted a very confused and concerned Arthur Weasley, Ron's father.
"I reckon we should head ba-"
"WHAT KIND OF BOMB WENT OFF IN MY FIREPLACE?!"
"Kids it appears we have arrived at the correct destination."
"WHO THE RUDDY HELL IS SPEAKING?!"
"Arthur Weasley, parent to one of Harry's friends."
"..."
"Kids we may have an issue."
It was at that moment muffled screaming could be heard, presumably from Harry's room upstairs. 'Jeez. What have I signed up for' thought Ron, miserably praying for Harry's safety.
"Okay stand back I'm breaking us out."
"Wait WHAT ARE YO-"
And then there was light. The Weasley's stepped out from the fireplace, ash covered and sooten.
A fat man, purple in the face, rounded the corner, and saw the four wizards.
"Ah you must be Harry's uncle. It's nice to see you in person. I assume you know the purpose of our visit?"
Vernon shuddered slightly, shook his head and screamed "BOY! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE AND EXPLAIN WHY OUR LIVING ROOM IS COVERED IN ASH!"
Ron and the Twins saw Harry peek out from behind the staircase, and beckoned him forth.
"Boy," said the fat man, his anger not very well controlled, "please inform me of why THERE ARE FOUR OF YOUR KIND IN MY MESS OF A LIVING ROOM"
Harry seemed to not have the faintest idea why his favorite family came to visit. Ron could almost laugh because of how predictable Harry's thoughts were, 'Surely they would have given him time to prepare? And his school books were still scattered around his room, and he was still trying to find the socks Hermione gave him last year, and-'
"Harry, in case you don't know, we sent you an owl a few weeks ago saying you are coming with us to the World Cup, we would be arriving the normal method."
"I never received the message"
"See dad, I told you we should have used Pig. Errol's getting too old."
"Shhh, don't bother Mr. Dursley with your troubles. We apologize Mr. Dursley for the late invitation and our, goodness me, rude entrance, but Harry is welcome to come with us to the Quidditch World Cup this year.
"Fine take him, but I don't want him bac-"
It was at that very moment when George's pockets broke and a number of large candies
rolled onto the floor. Dudley, entering the room, saw this marvel of multi-colored sugar, and scooped as many as he could up. Harry however, shot Dudley a look of warning. The very fat boy then proceeds to throw them away after receiving nods of encouragement to do so from Harry.
"We deeply apologize about all of this. Fred, George, go get Harry's stuff. Ron and Harry, head back and get the room ready will you?" Mr. Weasley said as he lit the fireplace. "I hate to disturb you but once all the boys leave through Floo powder I can extinguish the fire and Apparate out."
"Be my guest, just please, quickly. I have people coming very soon." Vernon stated as he headed back to his room. Ron thought that this was a much better behavior from the last time he met this man.
"Alright Ron, Harry, off you go."
"The Burrow"
And they were gone.