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A Candle in the Dark.
Chapter 2: Home to the Burrow.
Harry was woken up in the early hours of the morning by the sound of pecking at his window. He lay down, intending to ignore it, but it did not stop. Eventually he reached over , put on his glasses and went see what it was. He looked outside and saw Pig, Ron's owl. He removed the letter and chucked it on the floor deciding to read it later on.
However Pig flew down to him and pecked his hand painfully. When Harry continued walking towards his bed Pig did it again.
"I'll read it in the morning" said Harry, his voice hoarse from having been unused for so long. Pig clearly had other ideas. His hand stinging from having been pecked three times he bent down and picked up the letter.
Scrawled in Ron's untidy handwriting in the top right was 'OPEN,' knowing he would get no peace from Pig until he opened it, he opened the envelope and withdrew the letter inside.
'Harry
Sorry about getting Pig to peck you but it was vital that you opened this straight away, mate. Dad is coming to pick you up at 7:30, DON'T TELL THE MUGGLES! He wants to slip away quietly, pack your trunk and be ready to leave immediately, mate. Hope you're ok,
See you soon.
Ron'
Harry read the letter twice more and felt a tiny wave of happiness flow over him for a second. He looked at his watch, 3:18am, four hours! Harry could not get back to sleep, so after he had packed his trunk, he lay on his bed and waited for 7:30
At 7:20 he heard movement downstairs, he took his wand out of his trunk, just in case. A minute later he heard a voice say outside his room 'alohamora' and heard the lock of his door spring open.
Mr Weasly walked in.
"Quickly, Harry, we must go."
"How are we getting there?"
"Portkey." Between them they carried the trunk downstairs, half way down Harry stumbled but regained his balance just in time.
"Alright?" asked Mr Weasly.
"Yeah, fine, let's go" he replied. They took the trunk into the garden where Harry immediately spotted a deflated basketball. They carried the trunk over to it. Harry put one hand on the trunk and one hand on the portkey.
"3..2...1" Harry felt himself spinning then he landed painfully on the floor of the kitchen in the burrow.
"Harry!" shrieked the voice of Mrs Weasly "You look awful, dear" it was true, his face was pale and tight and there were large black rims under his eyes from lack of sleep, she rushed towards him and embraced him in a motherly hug.
"Oh Harry, we've all been so worried about you!" she said "but at least you're safe now". Harry didn't have the strength to do anything but nod his head.
"You must be shattered, dear. Go up to Ron's room and get some sleep".
Wearily he trudged up the stairs and into Ron's room, he noticed a camp bed on the floor and being careful not to wake Ron he undressed and climbed into it.
A Candle in the Dark.
Chapter 2: Home to the Burrow.
Harry was woken up in the early hours of the morning by the sound of pecking at his window. He lay down, intending to ignore it, but it did not stop. Eventually he reached over , put on his glasses and went see what it was. He looked outside and saw Pig, Ron's owl. He removed the letter and chucked it on the floor deciding to read it later on.
However Pig flew down to him and pecked his hand painfully. When Harry continued walking towards his bed Pig did it again.
"I'll read it in the morning" said Harry, his voice hoarse from having been unused for so long. Pig clearly had other ideas. His hand stinging from having been pecked three times he bent down and picked up the letter.
Scrawled in Ron's untidy handwriting in the top right was 'OPEN,' knowing he would get no peace from Pig until he opened it, he opened the envelope and withdrew the letter inside.
'Harry
Sorry about getting Pig to peck you but it was vital that you opened this straight away, mate. Dad is coming to pick you up at 7:30, DON'T TELL THE MUGGLES! He wants to slip away quietly, pack your trunk and be ready to leave immediately, mate. Hope you're ok,
See you soon.
Ron'
Harry read the letter twice more and felt a tiny wave of happiness flow over him for a second. He looked at his watch, 3:18am, four hours! Harry could not get back to sleep, so after he had packed his trunk, he lay on his bed and waited for 7:30
At 7:20 he heard movement downstairs, he took his wand out of his trunk, just in case. A minute later he heard a voice say outside his room 'alohamora' and heard the lock of his door spring open.
Mr Weasly walked in.
"Quickly, Harry, we must go."
"How are we getting there?"
"Portkey." Between them they carried the trunk downstairs, half way down Harry stumbled but regained his balance just in time.
"Alright?" asked Mr Weasly.
"Yeah, fine, let's go" he replied. They took the trunk into the garden where Harry immediately spotted a deflated basketball. They carried the trunk over to it. Harry put one hand on the trunk and one hand on the portkey.
"3..2...1" Harry felt himself spinning then he landed painfully on the floor of the kitchen in the burrow.
"Harry!" shrieked the voice of Mrs Weasly "You look awful, dear" it was true, his face was pale and tight and there were large black rims under his eyes from lack of sleep, she rushed towards him and embraced him in a motherly hug.
"Oh Harry, we've all been so worried about you!" she said "but at least you're safe now". Harry didn't have the strength to do anything but nod his head.
"You must be shattered, dear. Go up to Ron's room and get some sleep".
Wearily he trudged up the stairs and into Ron's room, he noticed a camp bed on the floor and being careful not to wake Ron he undressed and climbed into it.