Hello! My name is MinnieRocks! you can call me Minnie for short!

I'm re-writing Harry Potter with a good friend of mine UnicornCutie6549. They have the full version on their page, its the same title!

Prologue

Yer a wizard, Harry.

The word kept circling around and around Harry's head. In the moment, it had felt so right. Now… yeah, not so much. His whole first year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been mostly pretty average. For a wizard.

Sure, Harry had made it onto the Quidditch Gryffindor team already, and defeated Voldemort for the second time in his life, but, yeah, a pretty average year.

His best friends, Ron Weasley-a red-headed boy that had sacrificed himself to a giant chess set-and Hermione Granger-a 'muggle-born' girl that was considered by many of the teachers to be the brightest witch in her generation-had felt like his best friends. But they hadn't even written to him! At all!

Come on, guys, I exist, Harry thought as he sat down on his hard bed in frustration.

He then heard the front door open from downstairs. He'd been told that, while the Masons were here-and in their minds, preferably for all time-to sit in his room and act like he didn't exist.

"Is Dobby interrupting something?" came a small voice. Harry's head spun to the window where a small, large-eared figure, wearing nothing more than a pillow case, stood.

"Wha-wh-what?" Harry spluttered as quietly as possible. "Who-who are you?!"

"Dobby is a house elf, sir," the little creature explained. "Dobby has come to warn Harry Potter."

"W-warn me?" Harry asked.

"Dobby has come to tell Harry Potter not to return to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year."

"What? But-I have to go to Hogwarts!"

"Harry Potter must not return! Terrible things will happen this year!" Dobby, as Harry presumed was his name, pressed.

"But Hogwarts is my home! What about my friends?" he asked.

"Dobby stopped Harry Potter's friend's letters from finding him. Dobby hoped that maybe Harry Potter wouldn't want to return to Hogwarts…"

"What?!"

Harry laid his head down on the thin pillow case and the pillow Petunia Dursley insisted was fine for trash like himself. He glanced out of the thin curtains that covered his windows, the bright light from the moon ruined by the hard steel bars that Vernon Dursley had placed over his window. He saw a shape flying through the sky racing towards 4 Privet Drive, at first he assumed it was an owl flying towards him with a very important letter, but as the shape became clearer it was a car, a car hurtling towards him. The car skidded to a stop, well as close to skidding you can get when one is in the air. It was a little blue ford anglia, an old one at that. As the car drew right up to his window he saw the bright red hair of the Weasley clan, that he come to know and love. He saw the cheeky grins of Fred and George, and the youngest brother, his best mate Ron. "Blimey Harry, what the hell did you do this time?" Ron said.

Harry replied with, "Existing, according to the Dursleys."

One of the Weasley twins spoke, was it Fred or was it George? Anyways it was one of them, "We've come to break you out of this hellhole Harry!" a Weasley twin said.Well hurry up, Harry thought.

Ron chucked him the end of some rope. The rope had a metal hook attached on the end of it, Harry slotted it behind some of the bars. "Alright Harry, back away and start packing," Ron said.

Harry instantly started chucking things in his trunk not a care in the world for neatness, he was getting away. The small car started heading back out and towards the moon, there was a loud ripping sound as the metal bars were ripped away from the brick work. Oh bugger, Harry thought. He would be skinned alive if Vernon Dursley caught him now. "Hurry up," Harry shouted, no point in being quiet now. The small car hurtled towards him again, Harry passed his trunk up and out the window along with Hedwig's cage. The big beefy figure of Vernon Dursley stood in the doorway, the hallway light providing a shadow that looked ten times bigger than the actual man himself. "Hurry up, Harry!" Fred shouted.

"The boy's not going anywhere with you freaks!" shouted Vernon, Harry in the process of getting out the window sped up, "Lend me a hand Ron!" Ron leant out of the car with older brother George holding onto his waist. Vernon Dursley shot out two beefy hands that looked alien-like. Harry looked over his shoulder and saw his uncle's face and neck with the vein in his neck looking like it was about to explode. Seeing that monstrosity of a sight Harry started to pull harder against his uncle's grip on his leg. Ron and George, seeing that Vernon had a grip on Harry, started to pull harder on Harry's arms. Oh bloody hell it's like a game of tug of war me being the rope, Harry the grip Vernon had on his nephew started to get loose and the Weasley's sensing this pulled just a little bit harder and Harry soon flew from his Uncle's grip. Leaving an enraged Vernon Dursley roaring "COME BACK HERE BOY!" waving his fist menacingly at the retreating shape flying back to Ottery St Catchpole, in Devon a long way from Surrey where our story begins.

3 hour timeskip

The car dove down suddenly, landing with a sharp bump on the gravel road. The first thing Harry saw when he stepped out of the car was a triple-storey crooked house with several chimneys twisting out of it.

"Alright, we'll sneak up the stairs," Fred started. "Then when Mum calls us, Ron, you come bounding down saying 'look who showed up last night,' and she'll be all happy to see Harry, got it?"

But Rons gaze was fixed on something behind his brothers. The twins turned.

"Oh," George stated. A rather plump woman was making her way across the yard, scattering the chickens at her feet without any apparent care.

"Beds empty! No note!" she started before she was even in a five metre radius of the group. Mrs Weasley put her hands on her hips, eyeing her two sons with an expression Harry had seen Petunia wear too often. "What was I to think?! Oh, and Harry, dear, so lovely to see you."

"Sorry, Mum, we-" Ron tried.

"No! All of you inside, now!"

The kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle and Harry sat down on the edge of his seat, trying to take everything in.

There was a clock on the opposite wall, without any numbers on it, and instead phrases like 'time to make tea' or 'time to feed the chickens,' which Harry decided was quite amusing. There were books stacked untidily on the mantelpiece with titles like 'Charm Your Own Cheese,' 'Enchantment Baking,' or 'One Minute Feasts-It's Magic!'

Mrs Weasley was moving around at a quick pace, often clattering things over on the kitchen bench and shooting dirty looks at her sons whenever she saw fit. She threw sausages onto the frying pan, which seemed to be cooking itself with some sort of charm, and every once in a while muttering things like, 'what were you even thinking? Sneaking off like that!'

"I don't blame you, dear," she reassured Harry as she tipped a few dozen sausages onto his plate. "Arthur and I have been saying that if you don't start writing back soon, we'll have to pick you up ourselves. But really-" She now tipped three eggs onto his plate "-flying a car half the way across the country! Anyone could have seen you-"

She flicked her wand casually at the washing-up sink, which immediately seemed to spring to action scrubby dirty plates.

"It was cloudy, Mum!" Fred protested loudly.

"You keep your mouth closed when you're eating!" Mrs Weasley snapped.

"They were starving him, Mum!" George said, apparently defending his twin.

"You too!" she said, beginning to butter Harry's bread for him.

At that moment, there was a diversion in the form of a small, red-headed girl in a long nightdress, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.

Cute, Harry thought, then instantly mentally slapped himself just as Ron started speaking to him in a slight whisper.

"Ginny, she's my sister. She hasn't shut up about you all summer!"

"She'll want your autograph as well," Fred and George piped up. Both of them caught Mrs Weasley's eye, and immediately bent over, seemingly studying their plates with great interest. Nothing more was said until all the plates were cleaned up, which didn't take that long.

Harry's mind, for some stupidly annoying reason, kept wandering back to-

Harry, stop it, he scolded himself.

"Blimey, I'm tired," Fred stated, yawning effectively, setting down his cutlery at last. "I think I might go to bed-"

"You will not!" Mrs Weasley declared. "You shouldn't have been up all night, it's your fault! You're going to go with your brother and de-gnome the garden, they're getting dreadfully out of hand."

"But Mum-"

"No 'but's! Take Ron with you as well. Oh, and Harry dear, you can go up to bed, it's not your fault they drove a car to come get you."

"Harry can come with us," Ron said, dragging Harry out of the door after Fred and George before Mrs Weasley had anything else to say about it.

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