CHAPTER TWO
The Prisoner
Uncle Vernon didn't want history to repeat itself. In his second year, Harry's friend Ron came to bust him out. He tore the steel bars out of the window that time with his flying car. Uncle Vernon set up security cameras in Harry's room, and glued, locked, nailed, clamped, taped, and welded Harry's door shut. Harry thought it was hopeless. Hedwig, Harry's owl, couldn't fly around outside like she needed to. After a few hours of Harry's sentence, Hedwig started scratching at her cage. So once every three days, Harry let Hedwig out into his room to stretch her wings.
Twice a day, Uncle Vernon would push some soup through the flap in the door left over from Harry's second year. Harry ate his watery soup and let Hedwig eat the vegetables and pieces of meat out of the bottom. Uncle Vernon would push some water through the flap three times a day, and once a day, Harry would fill Hedwig's water up.
Hedwig had flown six times when Harry awoke in the night to a loud squeak coming from outside his window. Harry hoped Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were fast asleep, not watching the security television. As if to recant Harry's worries, a loud snore erupted from his uncle's bedroom.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief and opened the window to let the tiny owl fly through the bars. The owl, Ron's, named Pidwegeon, landed on the top of Hedwig's copper cage and raised his left leg to show a letter attached.
Harry,
Hey, I hope the Dursleys aren't treating you
too horribly. They probably locked you up again,
that's why I sent Pig to squeeze through the bars.
Well, I know that you probably got into a spot of
trouble over the months, so I'm going to send Fred
and George to Apparate you to my house, so we can
take you. I decided that I probably shouldn't tell Her-
mione, but she found out anyway. I have no idea how.
Probably Ginny. She's been bullying me about it, but
I think that she's gotten tired of talking about it, so
she's not talking about it anymore. I also decided that
I probably shouldn't come up with an absolute time, so
Hermione doesn't make Fred and George not do it.
Stay awake! Good luck!
-Ron
Ron was Harry's savior. All Harry had to do was wait until the Weasley twins appeared in his bedroom at night, and escape with them. Harry gave Pig a pet and sent him with a small thank you note out the window, then fell rapturously on his bed and instantly to sleep.
The weeks went by slowly, and Harry did his best to count the days until he was freed from his awful prison. He ate his disgusting soup, and Hedwig ate her soggy vegetables and drank her dirty water. He answered Vernon's awful questions about how he was doing in there, making it sound like he was miserable. He knew that that would fit Uncle Vernon's wants and needs.
He dreamt of the night when the Weasley twins would come and free him, and lived reading books and talking to Hedwig.
In one particular dream, Harry was sitting on his bed reading comics, and he looked out the window and saw Hedwig knocking on the window. He crossed the room and Hedwig flew through the window and landed with a plop on Harry's head. Harry walked back to his bed with Hedwig on his head and read the letter that took place of the comics.
Look up.
-[When it rains, it pours.)
And Harry looked up and saw Fred and George fall through the ceiling. They nodded curtly, and each seizing an arm and a leg, then popped to the Burrow.
After a few weeks of these types of dreams, Harry had gotten so apprehensive about the night that Fred and George came, he began staying up all night for the last week before the night.
But then the night came. Harry had been sitting straight up in his bed, reading a book on Phalkuns, when suddenly, The Weasley twins, Fred and George emerged in his room with a small snap.
"Come on, Harry. We haven't much time," said Fred, opening the board to get all of Harry's school supplies. Harry grabbed Hedwig, not to forget her like last time.
While Fred rummaged through the empty space in the board, George made sure Harry was okay.
"What have they been doing to you?" George whispered.
"Well," said Harry modestly. "Nothing much. All I'm concerned about is Hedwig. She's been looking awful lately, famined."
George nodded. "Here. I brought a few treats for her." He winked. "I was expecting the starving part, but not the Azkaban Prisoner part."
Azkaban was a wizard's prison that Harry's godfather spent nine years in. It was full of horrible creatures, Dementors, which sucked the happiness out of every place they went in. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, was forced into Azkaban for a murder he did not commit. That's what kept him going though, not going mad like people did normally there. He knew he was innocent. But now, nobody can clear his name.
Fred noticed the grief on Harry's face and tilted his head to one side. "George, should we go and get his chest?"
George walked to the door and examined it closely. "It's welded."
"No doubt, George," said Fred cynically. "How are we going to get it open, though?"
George ran his finger down the welded part of the door and looked up at Fred. "I don't think we can break into it without magic." Hogwarts students were not allowed to use magic outside the school.
"Forget that, George. We have a prisoner here. I think him getting out is a little more important than one strike against one of us."
Everyone in the room knew that it would most definitely not be just strike one. Fred whipped out his wand and pointed it decidedly at the welded part of the door. He hesitated.
"Um. How about we use. Sevunilus," muttered Fred quietly. A small, thin, powerful flame spurted out of the tip of his wand. It melted the welding like a drip candle. When the melted metal reached the floor, it snaked out in all directions. The door slid open on its hinges.
"Nice work, Fred," said George, surprised.
"As always, George," replied Fred. They both walked through the door. Uncle Vernon coughed slightly from the master bedroom.
Harry groaned a little. It was going to be the escape all over again.
Suddenly, Harry heard a loud and noticeable creak from the stairs that Fred and George had to go down to get to the cupboard holding Harry's trunk.
"HARRY!" Uncle Vernon roared from the master bedroom. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Harry lay down on his bed and pretended to be asleep, hoping that his acting would trick Uncle Vernon. That didn't cut it. Uncle Vernon shouted, "DON'T FAKE WITH ME!"
Harry heard a loud clunk from the stairs and a louder clunk from the master bedroom that told Harry that Fred and George released the trunk, and Uncle Vernon got up.
Fred and George darted up the stairs and Uncle Vernon rampaged down the hall. Fred and George were quicker. They ran into the room with the trunk as Uncle Vernon arrived at the door. Uncle Vernon barreled into the room as George set his arm on Harry's shoulder. They vanished with a loud pop. The last thing Harry saw as they vanished from the room was Uncle Vernon screaming and tearing hair out of his head.
The Prisoner
Uncle Vernon didn't want history to repeat itself. In his second year, Harry's friend Ron came to bust him out. He tore the steel bars out of the window that time with his flying car. Uncle Vernon set up security cameras in Harry's room, and glued, locked, nailed, clamped, taped, and welded Harry's door shut. Harry thought it was hopeless. Hedwig, Harry's owl, couldn't fly around outside like she needed to. After a few hours of Harry's sentence, Hedwig started scratching at her cage. So once every three days, Harry let Hedwig out into his room to stretch her wings.
Twice a day, Uncle Vernon would push some soup through the flap in the door left over from Harry's second year. Harry ate his watery soup and let Hedwig eat the vegetables and pieces of meat out of the bottom. Uncle Vernon would push some water through the flap three times a day, and once a day, Harry would fill Hedwig's water up.
Hedwig had flown six times when Harry awoke in the night to a loud squeak coming from outside his window. Harry hoped Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were fast asleep, not watching the security television. As if to recant Harry's worries, a loud snore erupted from his uncle's bedroom.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief and opened the window to let the tiny owl fly through the bars. The owl, Ron's, named Pidwegeon, landed on the top of Hedwig's copper cage and raised his left leg to show a letter attached.
Harry,
Hey, I hope the Dursleys aren't treating you
too horribly. They probably locked you up again,
that's why I sent Pig to squeeze through the bars.
Well, I know that you probably got into a spot of
trouble over the months, so I'm going to send Fred
and George to Apparate you to my house, so we can
take you. I decided that I probably shouldn't tell Her-
mione, but she found out anyway. I have no idea how.
Probably Ginny. She's been bullying me about it, but
I think that she's gotten tired of talking about it, so
she's not talking about it anymore. I also decided that
I probably shouldn't come up with an absolute time, so
Hermione doesn't make Fred and George not do it.
Stay awake! Good luck!
-Ron
Ron was Harry's savior. All Harry had to do was wait until the Weasley twins appeared in his bedroom at night, and escape with them. Harry gave Pig a pet and sent him with a small thank you note out the window, then fell rapturously on his bed and instantly to sleep.
The weeks went by slowly, and Harry did his best to count the days until he was freed from his awful prison. He ate his disgusting soup, and Hedwig ate her soggy vegetables and drank her dirty water. He answered Vernon's awful questions about how he was doing in there, making it sound like he was miserable. He knew that that would fit Uncle Vernon's wants and needs.
He dreamt of the night when the Weasley twins would come and free him, and lived reading books and talking to Hedwig.
In one particular dream, Harry was sitting on his bed reading comics, and he looked out the window and saw Hedwig knocking on the window. He crossed the room and Hedwig flew through the window and landed with a plop on Harry's head. Harry walked back to his bed with Hedwig on his head and read the letter that took place of the comics.
Look up.
-[When it rains, it pours.)
And Harry looked up and saw Fred and George fall through the ceiling. They nodded curtly, and each seizing an arm and a leg, then popped to the Burrow.
After a few weeks of these types of dreams, Harry had gotten so apprehensive about the night that Fred and George came, he began staying up all night for the last week before the night.
But then the night came. Harry had been sitting straight up in his bed, reading a book on Phalkuns, when suddenly, The Weasley twins, Fred and George emerged in his room with a small snap.
"Come on, Harry. We haven't much time," said Fred, opening the board to get all of Harry's school supplies. Harry grabbed Hedwig, not to forget her like last time.
While Fred rummaged through the empty space in the board, George made sure Harry was okay.
"What have they been doing to you?" George whispered.
"Well," said Harry modestly. "Nothing much. All I'm concerned about is Hedwig. She's been looking awful lately, famined."
George nodded. "Here. I brought a few treats for her." He winked. "I was expecting the starving part, but not the Azkaban Prisoner part."
Azkaban was a wizard's prison that Harry's godfather spent nine years in. It was full of horrible creatures, Dementors, which sucked the happiness out of every place they went in. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, was forced into Azkaban for a murder he did not commit. That's what kept him going though, not going mad like people did normally there. He knew he was innocent. But now, nobody can clear his name.
Fred noticed the grief on Harry's face and tilted his head to one side. "George, should we go and get his chest?"
George walked to the door and examined it closely. "It's welded."
"No doubt, George," said Fred cynically. "How are we going to get it open, though?"
George ran his finger down the welded part of the door and looked up at Fred. "I don't think we can break into it without magic." Hogwarts students were not allowed to use magic outside the school.
"Forget that, George. We have a prisoner here. I think him getting out is a little more important than one strike against one of us."
Everyone in the room knew that it would most definitely not be just strike one. Fred whipped out his wand and pointed it decidedly at the welded part of the door. He hesitated.
"Um. How about we use. Sevunilus," muttered Fred quietly. A small, thin, powerful flame spurted out of the tip of his wand. It melted the welding like a drip candle. When the melted metal reached the floor, it snaked out in all directions. The door slid open on its hinges.
"Nice work, Fred," said George, surprised.
"As always, George," replied Fred. They both walked through the door. Uncle Vernon coughed slightly from the master bedroom.
Harry groaned a little. It was going to be the escape all over again.
Suddenly, Harry heard a loud and noticeable creak from the stairs that Fred and George had to go down to get to the cupboard holding Harry's trunk.
"HARRY!" Uncle Vernon roared from the master bedroom. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Harry lay down on his bed and pretended to be asleep, hoping that his acting would trick Uncle Vernon. That didn't cut it. Uncle Vernon shouted, "DON'T FAKE WITH ME!"
Harry heard a loud clunk from the stairs and a louder clunk from the master bedroom that told Harry that Fred and George released the trunk, and Uncle Vernon got up.
Fred and George darted up the stairs and Uncle Vernon rampaged down the hall. Fred and George were quicker. They ran into the room with the trunk as Uncle Vernon arrived at the door. Uncle Vernon barreled into the room as George set his arm on Harry's shoulder. They vanished with a loud pop. The last thing Harry saw as they vanished from the room was Uncle Vernon screaming and tearing hair out of his head.