*Chapter 3*
Fortunately for Harry, Friday didn't take too long to arrive. He was up early to pack away his things, mostly his schoolbooks, so that he could leave as soon as possible. Once he had packed he went downstairs to see if there was any breakfast left for him. As he entered the kitchen, Harry could tell straight away that his uncle was not in a good mood. 'If you can't keep that ruddy owl quiet, it'll have to sleep outside,' roared his uncle spraying bits of toast everywhere as Harry entered the kitchen. Harry was about to point out that it wasn't Hedwig making the noise but thought better of it as he didn't want more toast crumbs in his eye. 'And a good morning to you too,' he muttered under his breath. 'Aren't you leaving today,' growled Uncle Vernon. 'Yes, I'm going at twelve,' sighed Harry 'They're not- not- coming through the fireplace again,' said Uncle Vernon Harry fought the urge to laugh and answered, 'no, they're coming by car.' Uncle Vernon grunted and went back to reading his paper. Harry finished his breakfast quickly and the returned to his room to wait for the Weasleys to arrive. He didn't have long to wait though. At twelve o clock exactly the doorbell rang. Harry peered out of his bedroom window and saw a row of red-haired people standing by the door - there was no mistaking them! Harry bounded down the stairs to answer the door. His Uncle Vernon was standing back in the hallway looking terrified. 'It's those ruddy Worzels or Weasleys or whatever,' he snarled at Harry, 'don't let them in, and hurry up and leave.' Harry nodded and opened the front door. Standing there was Ron, Fred, George and Mr. Weasley. 'Hello Harry!' beamed Mr. Weasley, 'how are you?' 'I'm fine thanks,' answered Harry, 'alright Ron, Fred, George?' Ron nodded and grinned as he caught sight of Uncle Vernon standing back in the hall. 'Do you want a hand with your trunk, Harry?' asked Fred, stepping inside the house. Uncle Vernon made a funny choking noise and Harry quickly replied, 'no, don't worry, I can manage.' He jerked his head in the direction of his Uncle and rolled his eyes. Fred stepped back, grinning. Harry hoped they wouldn't try and play a trick on his uncle, like they had to Dudley last summer. With much difficulty Harry heaved his heavy trunk down the stairs and handed it to Mr. Weasley who stowed it in the boot of the big, black Ministry car waiting outside. Harry dashed upstairs to grab the last of his things and then followed the Wealseys to the car. He climbed into the back seat next to Ron. 'Aren't you going to say goodbye to them?' asked Ron. 'No,' grinned Harry, 'I don't think they'll miss me much!'
Fortunately for Harry, Friday didn't take too long to arrive. He was up early to pack away his things, mostly his schoolbooks, so that he could leave as soon as possible. Once he had packed he went downstairs to see if there was any breakfast left for him. As he entered the kitchen, Harry could tell straight away that his uncle was not in a good mood. 'If you can't keep that ruddy owl quiet, it'll have to sleep outside,' roared his uncle spraying bits of toast everywhere as Harry entered the kitchen. Harry was about to point out that it wasn't Hedwig making the noise but thought better of it as he didn't want more toast crumbs in his eye. 'And a good morning to you too,' he muttered under his breath. 'Aren't you leaving today,' growled Uncle Vernon. 'Yes, I'm going at twelve,' sighed Harry 'They're not- not- coming through the fireplace again,' said Uncle Vernon Harry fought the urge to laugh and answered, 'no, they're coming by car.' Uncle Vernon grunted and went back to reading his paper. Harry finished his breakfast quickly and the returned to his room to wait for the Weasleys to arrive. He didn't have long to wait though. At twelve o clock exactly the doorbell rang. Harry peered out of his bedroom window and saw a row of red-haired people standing by the door - there was no mistaking them! Harry bounded down the stairs to answer the door. His Uncle Vernon was standing back in the hallway looking terrified. 'It's those ruddy Worzels or Weasleys or whatever,' he snarled at Harry, 'don't let them in, and hurry up and leave.' Harry nodded and opened the front door. Standing there was Ron, Fred, George and Mr. Weasley. 'Hello Harry!' beamed Mr. Weasley, 'how are you?' 'I'm fine thanks,' answered Harry, 'alright Ron, Fred, George?' Ron nodded and grinned as he caught sight of Uncle Vernon standing back in the hall. 'Do you want a hand with your trunk, Harry?' asked Fred, stepping inside the house. Uncle Vernon made a funny choking noise and Harry quickly replied, 'no, don't worry, I can manage.' He jerked his head in the direction of his Uncle and rolled his eyes. Fred stepped back, grinning. Harry hoped they wouldn't try and play a trick on his uncle, like they had to Dudley last summer. With much difficulty Harry heaved his heavy trunk down the stairs and handed it to Mr. Weasley who stowed it in the boot of the big, black Ministry car waiting outside. Harry dashed upstairs to grab the last of his things and then followed the Wealseys to the car. He climbed into the back seat next to Ron. 'Aren't you going to say goodbye to them?' asked Ron. 'No,' grinned Harry, 'I don't think they'll miss me much!'