The owl at Harry's window had delivered a letter from Hermione asking
him if he was going to Ron's house. Now
all that Harry had to do was to ask his Uncle if he was allowed. He decided that he would ask him right before he went to work the next
morning to make sure he was in a good mood.
Harry
layback on his bed and fell asleep with a smile on his face thinking about all
the good times that he would soon behaving at the Weasley house.
***
The
next morning Harry had risen with the sun. It was a beautiful day and all he could think about was Ron and Hermione. He raced down the stairs and seated himself at the kitchen table. Uncle Vernon came down the stairs; he went to the front door, picked up
the paper and mail and sat down in his usual chair. He opened the paper and started to read the business section when Aunt
Petunia came down the stairs with Dudley waddling after her.
"Good
morning Vernon dear," said Aunt Petunia, "would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Yes please," Uncle Vernon grunted from behind the paper.
As Aunt Petunia scurried around the kitchen, Dudley took his seat at the
table. Being more wide than tall,
he took up a great deal of space. The
diet he had been on the summer before had done nothing because he had been
sneaking sweets.
"Where's
my breakfast?" growled Dudley when he had finally gotten his gigantic rear end
to sit on his chair comfortably.
"Here
it is my Dudley Wuldey;" said Aunt Petunia pushing a giant plate of eggs,
bacon and toast in front of his pudgy face. She came back a couple of minutes later with an egg and a piece of toast
for Harry and coffee for Uncle Vernon.
Harry
finished his breakfast and waited at the table for Uncle Vernon to finish his. It felt like an eternity but he finally finished, now was the perfect time
for Harry to ask Uncle Vernon if he could go to Ron's.
"Uncle
Vernon," said Harry, "I was wondering if I could spend the rest of the
summer at the Weasleys house, they said they would pick me up on Sunday." Uncle Vernon's mood had suddenly changed from happy to annoyed.
"Aren't
they those weirdoes who blasted our living room to smithereens last time they
came to pick you up?" Uncle Vernon half yelled.
"They
won't come in the house this time," said Harry slightly losing his temper,
"I promise."
Uncle Vernon thought about it for a little while. "Fine," he said, "but you'll be waiting for them at the curb."
***
After what seemed like forever, it was finally Sunday. Harry's things were all packed into his trunk and he was ready to go. Harry had never seen the Dursleys more nervous in his life. Dudley only came out of his room to grab a bag of cookies once that day. He also came down at meal times but only eating one helping, which was very unusual for him, he usually ate two or three before he was full. Aunt Petunia was cleaning more than usual; she had been polishing the same silver spoon for more than four hours before she put it down to answer the telephone, she had done the same load of wash six times before folding it and putting it away and she also washed the floor eight times before she was convinced that it was clean. Uncle Vernon was also very distracted. He had put his suit jacket on inside out that morning. He had also driven half way to work without realizing it was Sunday before he turned back around to go home.
As
seven o'clock approached Harry started to drag his things outside to the curb. He wondered how the Weasley's would come to get him. Last time they had used floo powder, which probably wasn't the best
idea. When Harry was bringing out
the last of his luggage, he heard a car pull in the driveway. He looked up to see a car full of people with red hair, it was the
Weasleys.
"Hey
there Harry," said Mr. Weasley getting out of the car and picking up Harry's
trunk, "how are you?"
"Good,
and yourself?"
"I'm
fine thank you," replied Mr. Weasley. Ron
had gotten out of the car to greet Harry along with Fred, George and Ginny.
"Hi,"
Ron said, "We'll help you with your things."
Soon all of Harry's things were packed in the trunk of the car and they
were ready to go. "How, exactly
are we getting to the Burrow?" Harry had asked Ron once they were all in the
car.
"Well,"
said Mr. Weasley in a matter-of-fact way, "I have turned this ordinary muggle
car into a portkey. We are going to
park in the woods and at eight o'clock we will be on are way back to the
Burrow. Well, we won't be exactly
at the Burrow, there will be a short drive back because we don't want to be
seen you know. We better get
going." Mr. Weasley started the
car and they were on their way.
Harry couldn't wait to get to the Burrow; this is what he had been
waiting for all summer. "Ok,
we're here," said Mr. Weasley, "now all we have to do is wait, it should
only be a couple of minutes." They
waited for what seemed like a eternity when Mr. Weasley finally said, "Ten,
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three two one!" The car disappeared from the dark woods with a blink of an eye.
End
of Chapter 2
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