The following night, the three male Weasleys and the mischievous Dumbledore snuck out of the house and towards the old light blue Ford Anglia 105E Deluxe. From the first image, it looked small, old and liked it would stop working midway.

Blinking, Aurora lifted an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Ruby who was perched on her lifted hand.

"It's not…much…?..." she commented, seeing Fred getting int the driver's seat.

She was surprised the car actually fit the tall teen, who was followed by his siblings. They all sat comfortably inside and looked at her.

"Well…?"

"Are you coming or not?" Gorge said, finishing for his twin once again.

"Of course, I am. Make space" she said, opening the door to the back and taking a seat next to Ron.

The car from inside was much more spacious than it looked; however, she was still unsure how that old automobile would take them to Harry and be back before the parents wake up.

"It's enchanted. Do not worry" George said as if he was reading her thoughts and made her cheeks turn slightly pink in embarrassment.

"Enchanted to do what?"

"To fly."

"What?"

On cue, Fred turned the keys of the engine, and the car roared to life. A few seconds later, he pulled a lever, and the car started to levitate higher and higher on the air. Aurora rushed to the window, looking down as the earth beneath them became smaller and smaller.

She had heard of enchanted vesicles but had only seen Hagrid's motorcycle. Even that, she had never been for a ride due to how strict the rules of using it was. And now…she was sneaking out in the middle of the night, all under age of driving and heading for a rescue mission; in away.

"Pretty cool, right?" Ron asked as Fred started to drive forward.

The girl nodded, blue eyes looking outside. Ruby had sat comfortably on the head of the seat, looking at her owner and then outside but seeing no big fascination. After all, she was a bird, and she was sued to such things.

It took a few hours, but the trip was enjoyable. Passing above monuments, no one saw them in the middle of the night. Aurora and the boys played different questioning games to pass the time.

"Okay, Aurora. Your turn" Ron said.

"Something, not many know about me… hmmm…*puts a pouting/thinking face* oh I know. I have 4 names in total" she said with a grin, earning a shocked look from the boys.

"4?!" the twins exclaimed at the same time. "We barely have 1."

The girl chuckled. "It's a family tradition. My grandfather also has 4 names, and so did my mother and every Dumbledore so far."

"So? What is the full title?" George asked, turning his body to look at her.

"Aurora Evie Elizabeth Ariana"

A small whistle sound was heard from Fred. "That is one long as the name"

"If you think that is long. I met a muggle boy one with 8 names in total"

"8? I would have trouble remembering all of them" Ron commented.

Before the girl could comment, a house came into view as they lowered the car mid-air. "We are here."

"At last" George said, right after his twin.

"I see the light. Bring me closer" Ron said, and the driver made the car change sideways while being as silent as possible.

Ron lowered the window and lifted his fist, passing the hand between the window bars knocking on the window of the upper floor where Harry's room was. In one of his latest letters, before they were suddenly cut off, he mentioned he finally got a room of his own.

A spaced-out Harry opened his eyes and turned to the window, only to see a smiling Ron with Aurora right behind him.

"Ron? Aurora?" he exclaimed, surprised and shocked.

"Hiya, Harry," the younger Weasley said and smiled.

His brothers waved from the front seat of the car.

"Fred? George? What're you doing here?"

"Rescuing you, duh." the Dumbledore commented. "Where's your trunk?"

The boy wasted no time tossing the latest of his things into his trunk. He never truly emptied it, and he had prepared it for Hogwarts before his abusive foster family decided to lock him in and not allow him to attend.

Shutting it closed and locking it. He dragged it to the windowsill as Ron was busy tying a fierce knot on the bars outside the window.

"Stand back," he said as he turned to Fred, who nodded.

Harry stepped back, and I watched as the car flew away from the house. The rope was attached to the car, and it immediately snapped tight. A little bit more push by Fred's leg on the accelerator and the bars were pulled off the walls.

They fell on the bushes below, making quite the noise and Aurora pulled a face at the situation.

"We better hurry. Someone must have heard us" she commented as Ron opened his door and stretched his body to help Harry.

Turning the car diagonally, George pressed a button to allow the truck to open. Harry pushed his luggage inside before scrambling through the window himself. He grabbed Hedwig, who was in his cage and Aurora pulled the bird in, setting it by her side.

Before Harry could join Ron and Aurora in the car, the door was slammed open with a loud bam. At the entrance of the room, the three Dursleys were standing and were watching the scene in front of them.

"Petunia! He's getting away!" the man off the family with a hideous moustache and a belly shouted.

He charged forward, grabbing Harry's ankle. It made the boy tumble, but two hands grabbed his. Both Ron and Aurora had a good grip of his hands, half of their bodies out of the car as they tried to assist Harry.

The man didn't give up and placed his other hand as well on Harry's ankle before pulling. Grunts of pain and struggle escaped the lips of our heroes as the duo tried to pull back and not lose their balance.

Poor Harry was stretched high over the lawn, directly above the mangled steel bars. His hands started to slip slowly, making Ron panic but not lose his grip.

"Hold on, Harry!" he shouted, trying to pull harder.

"Oh no, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!"

"Ruby!" Aurora shouted at her phoenix, who seemed to understand. Spreading her wings, she flew from the other open window and did a flip above the car before heading for the man's hand that was holding harry.

Sharp claws drew blood and left their mark on his skin, causing him to release the boy. Aurora and Ron struggled, holding Harry who was tangling from the side of the car. Fred quickly stepped on the accelerator, wanting to get away from the muggle family as soon as possible.

As Harry was pulled into the car, the sound of yells made them glance at the house, only to see the very same fat man on the bushes. He had fallen from the window after Ruby attacked his hand since he was already hanging too close to the edge of the windowsill.

As the car drove further away, Ruby flew in and used one of her big claws to grab the handle and shut the door close. She then proceeded to clean her feathers, ignoring the trio that was one on top of the other from the sudden rescue.

"By the way, Harry. Happy Birthday" Ron said while panting, being beneath his friend.

"Don't ask for any present. This was it" Aurora commented, trying to pull her body free from the weight of the two boys.

By the time our heroes returned to the Burrow, the sky had turned into a beautiful baby pink. The first rays of the sun indicated the time to be early in the morning. The enchanted car touched down in a whirling cone of dust, scattered a group of chickens, and fishtails to a halt.

The boys and Aurora quickly jumped out of the car. Ruby wasted no time in flying towards the open window in Ginny's room, letting her master walk back into the house.

"Hurry! Let's nip inside before Mum wakes up!" Fred whispered urgently, and everyone nodded.

Tiptoeing, they sneaked inside the multi-formed unique house structure that served as their residence. Closing the door gently behind them, the redheads slowly walked to the living room while Harry trailed behind.

Magical objects surround him: a clock was displaying different chores for each family member. A pair of needles were knitting a sweater by themselves. And a stack of playing cards shuffled themselves, providing a cooling breeze for Ron's ageing rat, Scabbers.

Ron shrugged, averts his eyes self-consciously. "It's not much."

"I think it's... brilliant!" Harry commented.

Aurora nudged him gently with her elbow. "And you have seen nothing yet."

During the trip back home, she had explained Harry how she was allowed and was spending her summer with the big ginger head family known as Weasleys. Now, he would too. At least for a while until school started.

Suddenly, a voice reached all of them. "WHERE... HAVE... YOU... BEEN?!" Our heroes jumped out of their skin, heads quickly turning towards the source, only to see a furious Mrs Weasly standing in the doorway. Once her eyes landed on Harry, she smiled sweetly and took a 180 degrees change. "Harry! How wonderful to see you" she then turned to the boys. "Beds empty! No note! You could've died! You could've been seen! And worst, you pulled Aurora with you. What would I tell Minerva who trusted me to look after her?"

"Uhm…Mrs. Weasly-" Aurora tried to say but was cut off by the woman.

"No need to say anything darling. I know how persuasive they can be. You did nothing wrong" she smiled and then turned to Harry. "I don't blame you, of course, dear."

"They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!" Ron argued, trying to ease the punishment.

"You best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!" she pointed the finger at the boy who paled, and his female friend almost snickered. She then turned to Harry, a completely different person. "Care for a spot of tea, Harry?"

Steps were heard from the stairs, and everyone turned as a figure descended. "Mummy. Have you seen my jumper –" the person stopped mid-way, showing it was Ginny who realized Harry was present.

With a small squeal, she dashed back up the stairs and towards her room. Aurora rolled her eyes and Ron frowned.

"Ginny. Been talking about you all summer. Dead annoying, really" he commented.

"Try sharing a room with her. Never seen someone crushing so hard honestly."

A while later, everyone was seated around the table and eating breakfast. Ginny kept glancing at Harry and then look the other way while Aurora and Ron were filling Harry in, with the twins commenting here and there.

Percy stayed quiet, chatting slightly with his mother about the latest news and his studies. Suddenly, George looked at the front door.

"Dad's home!" he said.

He always knew when he was, somehow. Aurora had still to realize how but either way, she didn't mind. She was happy to see Mr Weasley each time. He was a very kind, open person with a fascination for the muggle world.

When she had first arrived, he had bombed her with a question the moment she told him she had lived and was raised surrounded by muggles for most parts of the year. After a few days, the excitement had died, and she was treated as she was a Weasley herself.

Well, if her hair was slightly redder and she had freckles, then yes she could be passed for one. That was not the case, however.

The front door opened, and the man of honour walked inside. He hangs up his worn-out cloak by the hanger. "What a night! Nine raids! Nine!"

"Raids?" Harry repeated, looking confused at Ron.

"Dad works at the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office," his friend explained.

"The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts...?"

"That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking door keys, that kind of thing." Aurora explained.

She herself had pulled a similar stunt and had received quite the lecture from McGonagall via a howler. That's right. The famous Aurora Dumbledore received a howler by Minerva McGonagall for pulling a prank.

Let's just say that after that…she stopped pulling pranks. Or at least, pranks with enchanted artefacts that would trace back to her.

"Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating" Ron commented as the said man noticed the newcomer.

"Well, now. Who are you?" he asked as he sat at the head of the table, by Harry's right.

"Harry, sir. Harry Potter"

"Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did you get here?"

"This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey house and back last night" Mrs Weasley said darkly. "And they pulled poo Aurora into their scheme."

"Lucky" George whispered from her right, causing her to chuckle.

Molly Weasley showed a similar affection she showed to all her children, but she seemed unable to get angry at her guests. Aurora and now Harry were the proof that they would never be blamed.

"Trust me. If McGonagall found out…let's just say you wouldn't see me for a while" she said, making the boy blink.

"Did you now! How'd it go?!" Mr Weasly said, leaning towards his sons who stood at either side of Aurora. However, he quickly caught the eye his wife was giving him. "I... I mean... That was very wrong, boys. Very wrong indeed. So, Harry. You must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Aurora chocked on her tea at the question, not expecting such question out of the blue even though she knew. She quickly swallowed just as the Weasley family owl crashed into the glass of the kitchen window.

It expected it to be open but it was not, and instead, the poor bird found out the hard way how strong the glass was.

"That must be Errol with the post. Fetch him, will you, George?" Mrs Weasley said, and the teen stood up.

He took the unconscious Errol, absently laid him on a draining board, and took the letters clutched in his claws. "It's our Hogwarts letters! And look. They've sent Harry's and Aurora's as well."

"Dumbledore must know you're here, Harry. Doesn't miss a trick, that man."

Aurora gave a nod as she was handed her own letter. "That is true. You will be surprised by what he seems to know."

She opened the letter out of curiosity to see this year's least and Fred did the same. However, the duo had very different expressions.

"This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spellbooks alone..." he said but was interrupted.

"We'll manage," the woman said, and Aurora bit her inner cheek. She wished she could help and while technically she could provide them with the amount they needed, Mrs Weasey would never accept it. "Right then. There's only one place to get all of this"

"Diagon Alley!" the twins and our trio cheered at the same time.

Few hours after receiving the letters and everyone was gathered in the living room. Standing a few feet away from the large fireplace which served as a way to travel between places. The very same fireplace Aurora had appeared through when she first arrived.

"You first, Harry dear." Mrs Weasly said, offering Harry a flowerpot.

At the bottom, there was a layer of very soft dust. The poor boy looked at it and frowned in confusion.

"Harry's never travelled by Floo Powder before, Mum" Ron explained.

"Floo Powder?" the chosen one repeated.

Aurora filled him in. "A magical dust that allows us to teleport to different places by just calling the name of it."

"Percy. Would you mind going first, so Harry can see how it's done?" Molly asked, passing the pot to her oldest son in the room.

"Certainly, Mother. Don't worry, Harry. It's simple enough" the prefect said. He took a pinch from the pot, pitches it into the fireplace a bright green flame was given life. To Harry's amazement, he calmly walked... straight into them. "Diagon Alley"

In seconds, he was gone and the fires along with him. Still shocked and with a small hesitation, Harry grabbed some floo powder.

"Remember to speak clearly, dear!"

"And mind you get out at the right grate!" Ron said, adding right after his mother.

Harry was uneasy but gave a nod. He entered the fireplace and let the power drop, the green flaming coming to life. "D-Dia-gon Alley!"

And with those words, he was gone.

One by one, all the Weasleys and Aurora had appeared at the proper place. Gathering in the middle of the Diagon Alley, they realized they were a person short.

"Where is Harry?" Aurora asked, looking around.

"He should be somewhere here," Fred said, also looking around.

"Ruby, can you find him?" the Dumbledore asked, turning to look at the bird on her hand.

The Phoenix looked at her and then gave a slow blink. Spreading her big wings, she flapped them a few times before soaring through the sky.