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Chapter Four

Richest Ride In The World

York quickly took hold of the butterflies' reins and ushered them forwards. Harry had never experienced butterfly transportation before, and it felt like a massive roller coaster was swinging him upside down. His face had started to turn green ,when York slowed down her creatures and entered the already cramped bubble.

"Don't worry Harry this won't take to long. I just have to get you to my safe house then everything will be ok," she said with a smile. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small pill and pressed it into Harry's hand, "Swallow it and you won't be sick anymore."

With that spoken, York jumped back out of the bubble and grabbed the reins tightly. Harry looked at the small pill and reluctantly swallowed it. Almost instantly he felt fine. His head was no longer spinning and he could keep his eyes open without feeling sick.

This trip was certainly a different one, as Harry had never experienced anything from the size of an insect. Everyone and everything looked massive to him, even though he was used to seeing them on a regular basis. York was singing a song to herself as they came slowly to a stop. Harry looked around and realized suddenly that they were at Ron's house. The garden was cluttered with gnomes, and he could hear voices coming from inside.

"Now you three get out there!" Harry heard Mrs. Weasley yell.

"But mum I hate de-gnoming the garden," Fred and George complained at the same time.

"You deserve much more then this," came Mrs. Weasley's angry voice as he saw Fred, George, and Ron being pushed out into the garden, "After what you did to Ginny! I'd say you shouldn't be aloud to use your broomsticks for the rest of the summer!"

"Aw, come on mum, she'll be able to speak normally again in a few hours," Ron complained to the closed door. When his mother didn't respond Ron sighed and headed after Fred and George, who had already begun the insipid task.

Harry and York watched silently from a few feet above the ground, each chuckling once in awhile when a gnome hit a tree and bounced back hard. Harry looked at York out of the corner of his eye, and he noticed something strange. The back of her shirt had to long tears down the back, equal in length and thickness. But when York turned to look at him she had a smile on her face. She put her hands over her ears and motioned for Harry to do the same.

With that done, York jumped down from her butterfly and instantly grew to her usual height. Fred, George and Ron all jumped back when she was standing before them.

"Who are you?" Fred asked rather curiously. She seemed to like what he saw in her as he scanned her body quickly with his eyes. A smile slowly formed on his lips.

"I'm here to help you," York said smiling even though she knew what Fred was thinking about, "Since you are the friends of Harry Potter, and I am his governess, I've decided to finish this job for you."

"Harry's here and he has a governess?," Ron asked looked around him, "Where is he?"

"Down there," York said pointing towards her tiny butterflies. The twins looked at each other rather shocked and Ron to grew rather envious, "He's there on my Monarchs," York explained.

"You have your own Monarchs?" Ron asked stepping towards them.

York rather confused by this questioned, "Um... Yeah I do, I suppose that's how I got here," she answered.

"You must have a ton of money!" George said, following Ron as they looked down at her butterflies.

"Not really," York said feeling rather embarrassed, "They were a gift from-" York began, but held herself back at the last second.

"Who would ever give someone something this expensive?" Ron asked, turning to her.

"Never mind about that, now if you still want my help I'll happily de-gnome this garden in an instant," York said trying to change the subject as fast as she could, "Just plug your ears and everything will be done in a flash."

They obeyed her and blocked their ears with their hands. York took a few steps out of the dirt and took a deep breath, and began to sing;

"Poor fools they make me laugh ha ha ha ha ha," with that done, air jets blasted out of the ground, throwing the gnomes high into the air.

Uncovering their ears, they look up to see the gnomes falling randomly all over the place but none in their own garden, several upon their house roof and others in the lower trees.

"How did you do that?" George asked, sounding impressed and stepping towards her. York smiled at him but walked past him towards where she'd parked her butterflies.

But when she reached the spot she paused and glanced right and left, "Harry?" she whispered carefully looking on the ground for her butterflies, "Harry?"

There was a silence, then York started to look worried. She kneeled onto the ground and began scratching at the dirt with her fingers, "Harry?" she shouted, causing the three Weasley's to look at her strangely. She looked panic stricken, and scared out of her mind, "Oh great, I'll have my wings torn off for this one! Give me something soft."

"Like what?" Ron asked looking around, but nothing around them appeared to fit that category.

"Give me your shirts," she commanded, looking up at the sky like she was waiting for something to fall. Fred and George whispered something to each other while handing her their shirts and laughing slightly at their inside joke. York glared at them, but ignored what she understood already. Taking all three of their shirts she took out a long wand and they instantly were sewed together like a blanket.

"Now he should fall right about here," York said to herself, making a few mental calculations, "Come hold a corner everyone."

Ron ran quietly to her while the twins took their time still absorbing their own thoughts.

"What are we standing here for?" Ron asked following her eyes as she looked up into the air.

"Harry will be falling down any moment," She explained, holding her corner tightly. And, sure enough, several seconds later the Monarch butterflies crashed into the center of the three shirts, "Now Harry just take the reins the steer the butterflies towards me."

Harry reached to the outside of the bubble, and took the reins in his hands. Slowly they obeyed him and turned towards York. With a quick burst of speed they flew towards her and landed on her shoulder. She giggled slightly and broke the bubble around Harry so he could become his usual size again.

Without a second thought, Harry jumped off the butterfly and landed directly in York's arms. He blushed slightly as York smiled at him, "I'm glad you're all right," she said lowering him to the ground.

The twins gave Harry a rather jealous look and turned away from him. Their mother began yelling at them from inside the Burrow.

"That yard had better be done soon, boys!" her voice yelled through an open window, "And if there is one gnome-" Mrs. Weasley stopped yelling and looked out of the window. The garden looked wonderful without all the gnomes wandering about. But, even better then that, Harry and a new guest she'd never seen were also out there listening to her.

"Ron, why didn't you tell me Harry was coming over? Come in, come in," Mrs. Weasley said, gesturing for them all to come inside. Ron, George, and Fred lead the way, Harry followed closely while York carefully took a box out of her pocket and put her Monarchs inside.

Ron's house hadn't changed much since Harry's last visit, it was still rather small for such a big family. The kitchen was cluttered even more with the presence of Mrs. Weasley, her three sons who had been outside, Harry, Ginny, and York.

"Now who are you, young lady?" Mrs. Weasley asked, searching for some details.

"I am called York, Harry's governess until he returns to school," York said politely, taking a seat between Fred and George, "I'm like a personal body guard, so to speak."

"Oh..." Mrs. Weasley said, nodding her head, "I understand dear. I am Molly Weasley. This is Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny," she paused for a second "Are you an Auror?"

"Not exactly," York replied, searching for the right word, "But I am highly trained in magic."

Mrs. Weasley stopped, York didn't seem to want to disgust the topic any further. But strangely enough she began to look around the room with her eyes, like she sensed something was around. Mrs. Weasley conjured several glasses of raspberry juice and they merrily drank and talked about the times.

"You wouldn't happen to have a copy of the Daily Prophet would you Mrs. Weasley?" York asked taking a small drink.

"Call me Molly dear, do you have a favorite section," Mrs. Weasley asked.

"No just the whole thing would be nice," she said taking the paper from Mrs. Weasley's hand. Ron and Harry pushed their chair away from the table and began talking Quiditch.

"Where's the world cup being held this year?" Harry asked feeling stupider then ever that he didn't live in the wizard world.

"There's still one more match," Ron said taking another drink, "But last I heard it was supposed to be in France."

"Oh great," York said louder then she meant, "I'll be right back Harry."

With that spoken she disapparate instantly, the paper instantly floated down onto the table. Ron grabbed it and read outloud.

"New Discovery: Quat," he said turning the paper so Harry could read, "Looks like Hagrid discovered a new magical creature."

Harry read the short article quickly;

Rubeus Hagrid, teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had discovered a new magical creature that has never been reported by the Ministry of Magical Discovies and Their Powers. This creature Hagrid says, "It's my normal style, but I still love it."

This creature was far from anything Harry had ever seen Hagrid taking care of, it looked strangely, cute. Although small Harry could see that this creature looked much like a baby sphinx, but it kept changing into different creatures, it turned into golden bodied baby unicorn, then into what appeared to be a normal house cat.

Mr. Hagrid refuses to let the Ministry perform any tests that could prove harmful to this Quat but eventually we should be able to prove how powerful this discovery really is. "Found her playing in the pumpkin patch," Hagrid said. If anything else comes up we'll inform the public immediately as of now there is no reason to panic.

"My, my, look at the time I'll have to start dinner right away," Mrs. Weasley suddenly realized, jumping to her feet. Ron brought Harry out of the kitchen and headed for his room.

"Yell when dinner's ready," Ron shouted as they started up the stairs.

"I will,' Mrs. Weasley responded, "I'll send York up when she comes back too."

"Where did your governess come from anyway?" Ron asked, as they entered the second landing.

"I really don't know. I wasn't told anything before she showed up," Harry said, but once he did he realized that it was a stupid thing to say. Ron and his family still seemed extremely concerned for his safety and didn't want to worry them any more about his problems. Then another thought came to him; where had York come from? She spoke Parselmouth like him, but usually only the most wicked of the magical world had that ability, and even Professor McGonagall hadn't sent him an owl post about her. And Dumbledore did mention that he wanted him to stay with his Muggle relatives for while when Ron's mother had offered to take him in.

All of these thoughts began to fill Harry's mind as he slowly followed Ron up to his bedroom. Ron snapped him out of it though once he noticed Harry was staring off into no where.

"Hey, Harry," Ron said rather loudly. Harry turned to him and blinked several times.

"What?" Harry asked, looking at him.

"You were off in a daze," Ron said, rather concerned.

"I was just thinking about York," Harry said looking down at his feet. Ron nudged him and gave him an encouraging smile.

"You fancy her?" Ron asked looking over at him. Harry blushed and stared back at him.

"No," Harry said, still blushing. He'd never told Ron about his feelings for Cho Chang, and wasn't planning on telling him now, "Ron, really, I don't fancy her at all!"

Ron looked up at the ceiling pretending not to believe him. Harry punched him in the shoulder and he gave him a sympathetic face.

"I was just kidding," Ron said laughing at Harry's expression. Harry joined in his laughter, when suddenly he felt like they weren't alone, there was a tingling on his forehead. He put his hand on his forehead and it almost burn his skin.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, looking more concerned then ever.

Harry clutched his scar but didn't let out a scream. The heat tingled and it felt like someone was hammer a nail into his skull. Ron's small bedroom window broke open, and Ron jumped in front of Harry ready to protect him.

"There's the boy," a Parselmouth voice said, without a moment notice the blind Nagini came slithering into Ron's bedroom hissing merrily as she went. Harry looked up at Nagini his eyes watering, he passed out, crashing onto the floor.