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Cautiously, Harry opened the letter. Dobby was right, it was indeed from Dumbledore. But why on earth would he need to send a letter personally to Harry? Staring at the envelope for many minutes he finally took out the letter, almost afraid to what was inside. He read slowly and carefully, as if, if he read it wrong it would blow up Privet Drive.
Dear Harry,
I'm afraid I will have to take you away from your aunt and uncle for an unset amount of time. You shall stay with Ronald Weasley for a few weeks, and then I am going to take you somewhere else myself. I will not say where now, and I dare not speak it here. There will be a Portkey set up near your house. It will be a garden gnome. (Harry laughed at this because the Dursley would die before letting a lawn gnome sit on their front lawn, even if it was a statue.) It will be set at five forty in the morning. I'll make sure you wake up in time. I'm afraid I have some more business to attend to, therefore I must go, but Harry I warn you, there are eyes following your every move, good.and bad. Be careful, Harry.
Albus Dumbledore
What did he mean? Take him somewhere else? Take him where? Why must he stay at Ron's house? His head strained.as terrible thoughts flooded through him. Voldermort has already gained spies? Was Sirius in danger? On the floor Dobby stood there confused by the reaction. Sensing the terror in Harry's mind, though, he walked cautiously up to Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. "Harry Potter will be okay, sir, Harry Potter will be strong!" He kept his head on Harry's stomach for a while. When Dobby finally looked up, Harry Found his heart had stopped pumping, and was now slowly descending back to its original area. Harry was still extremely scared though. "I will be, Dobby.I will be," Harry said shakily patting the comforting elf on the head. He gazed into Dobby's large brown eyes, as Dobby stepped back. With hands behind him, legs crossed, Dobby looked like a little boy, a shy little boy. "Harry Potter Promise Dobby?" Dobby's face lit up again. Smiling, Harry muttered, "I promise Dobby, and this time I will not lie."
With out a trace Dobby vanished, with a smile as well. Harry tried to think of the more comforting things, like how he would once again be in the Burrow. He truly looked forward to Ron's company, Fred and George's tricks, and Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Trying to remember the smells of the Great Hall, the warm Griffindor common room, he drifted his time away. Thoughts floated through him until six o' clock, when he was called down to dinner. Even with the evil eyes of the Dursleys piercing through him, he still sat there, feeling confused, but not exactly sad. With a half full stomach he went to bed thinking, waiting for the next day.
Harry awoke. Something pecked his ear. There was some fluttering and a blob of white stood in front of him. Harry felt his chest weighed down by the white blob. Finding his glasses near by, Harry saw the site of Hedgwig standing on top of him. "Hello," he said smiling at the owl. Thoughts suddenly flowed back into his head. Hedgwig flew up in the air and landed on to the window. Fluttering her wings wildly trying to get Harry to walk toward her. Harry scrambled to the window and nearly fell out. With the window obscure, he looked down. There, on the Dursley's front lawn sat a fat, gray lawn gnome. Knowing it was a Portkey, Harry dashed back to his bed and got his wand. Harry quickly put the rest of his things together, and changed into a robe and a cloak. The sun still had not risen from the Horizon. It should have been about five thirty in the morning at the time. The clouds covered most of the light from the horizon.
He dragged his trunk as quietly as he could, trying not to wake Uncle Vernon. Taking it down the stairs was hard though. It weighed down on Harry like holding a baby whale (like holding Dudley). Finally he reached the last step, skipping the second step because it creaked. In a flash the trunk slipped from his hands making a loud crash on the floor. " Oh! Sh-" Harry quickly covered his mouth and stood completely still in his place, listening for Uncle Vernon to wake up. Harry was still half-expecting Uncle Vernon to come down stairs bouncing madly like Harry was a burglar or something. There was a grunt, and a second grunt and then Harry heard him turn in his bed. He still had not awoken. In relief, Harry heaved the trunk out into the Front door, finally. Opening the threshold so that it did not squeak, Harry heaved the trunk out into the lawn. He could barely make out the Santa Clause-shape of the gnome.
Harry held the handle of the trunk and dragged it toward the odd figure standing in the left side of the lawn. Harry finally came close enough to see that it was only a bird. He had only five more minutes to find it. He needed to find the gnome, and quick because five forty was drawing nearer. Harry gave up holding the trunk and started to crawl on his hands and knees completely blinded. He looked for what seemed like half and hour and finally he had found the gnome. Dragging his trunk closer, he put his hand on to the gnome. Everything stood still. Nothing happened. Harry was about to cry out in despair, but it made no difference. It had long past five forty and the sun was on the verge of rising on the mountains. Totally frustrated, he tried to think quickly of what to do. He could not stay out here; there might be a spy. Bewildered and hysterical, Harry finally realized what would happen to him if Uncle Vernon came out to get his newspapers. Especially when he was dressed in robes and a cloak, sitting on his front lawn next by a large trunk and a recently discovered lawn gnome. Harry also did not have the option of going back inside because Aunt Petunia always wakes this early. (She has to start preparing breakfast for Dudley who wakes at twelve). His mind was about to explode of all the craziness and danger that could befall upon him.
What was he to do? He already ran out of options, quicker than Dobby could vanish. Harry fell onto the floor lying there, wishing he was in normal clothes since uncle Vernon might go a little bit easier on him that way. He was such a fool. What would he tell Ron when he got to Hogwarts, if he is even allowed to attend Hogwarts still. "I couldn't find the bloody gnome!"
"I could not see the damn thing!" He thought for a second. Wait a minute; See? Why weren't the lights turned on? Someone did not want him to be seen. Of course, Dumbledore most of done it as a precaution. Although there was a bit of doubt in his mind he accepted the fact and still wondered what he could do to get to the Burrow. The thought of someone not wanting him to find the gnome lingered in his mind. Why was there a bird in the yard at 5:00 in the morning? It was all too confusing and he terribly wished he couldn't be seen now. Can't be seen?
The invisibility cloak. He could use the invisibility cloak and then no one can see him. Good, this was a start. Harry rummaged through his trunk running into the sneak-o-scope and put it aside. (It was wailing extremely loud)Suddenly the cloak appeared in the trunk. Making many things missing from sight. Harry dragged the trunk into the bush. Putting on his cloak, he closed the lid and walked out, trying to move the bush as little as possible. He crept back onto the lawn. Sitting by the lawn gnome shaped Portkey, Harry recalled what Voldermort had said the night he cornered Harry, "Dementors are our natural allies".
Harry, being secluded from the wizarding world and all, would not have known if the dementors turned on them yet. What if they released all of the Azkaban prisoners! What if Voldermort has already taken control! As these thoughts slipped away Harry realized he was hallucinating. Ron would have notified him by now. He would have received a hundred letters from everyone he new. Would Hermione know? She, like Harry, lived apart from the wizarding world as well, but she had a subscription to the Daily Prophet, which was the wizard Newspaper Company. He sat there, face in his hands, underneath the protection of the invisibility cloak. It is now seven O'clock. Sitting there straining his brain to think harder, he heard a crash of dropped dishes. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing scream that rang from the house. Mrs. Dursley had finally discovered Harry's mysterious disappearance. Following the scream came the words "Vern-non!" her voice like that of an opera singer. Harry got up to the front of the door and listened for more. "Vernon!" came Aunt Petunia's voice, "He has gone again!" Then came the roar, like that of a giant walrus. "What!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry could just imagine his purple face turning blue and the fat upon his face jiggling madly. "That boy! When he comes back here! I will tear him from limb to limb!" Aunt Petunia then rang in, "Oh, Vernon! If any of our neighbors saw him.I will just die!" Harry imagined Aunt Petunia in a nearly fainting state. He was surprised for all the times that Harry was able to go disappear somewhere with out a trace or telling the Dursley's, uncle Vernon would have a heart attack by now.
Unfortunately, he hasn't. Harry tried to think harder of where he could go. Ms. Figg's house? Of course he couldn't, she would wonder about his wand and stuff. Maybe he could find a bus and take it to the Leaky Cauldron. Should he do it though? He had no muggle money. Harry remembered the last time he felt as hysterical as this. It was the year he had met Sirius black, in his third year. He wondered what time it was as he got up to look into the Dursley's window. Checking that no one was looking he opened the not yet locked door. Closing the door as quietly as possible, Harry made his way into the living room. He soon saw that was now eight and he went back into his room for safety measurements Hedgwig sat there on the windowsill as if she was going to be sent on a mission any moment now. That wasn't a bad idea, actually. "Hedgwig!" Harry whispered. The bird flew over to his arm. He found Dumbledore's letter in his pocket in which he had put in earlier, and took out the quill he carried around just in case. He scribbled " I was not able to get to the gnome in time. Please send transportation for me!" on the back of it. He then handed it to Hedgwig and she flew off so fast Harry barley got a chance to call after her. Hours past as he sat in his room, Harry watched uncle Vernon's car pull out of the drive way and he watched other cars drive back and forth, when he started getting hungry.
He had not eaten all day and was hoping to get to the Burrow soon. What if someone really didn't want Harry to get to Dumbledore? What if someone intercepted Hedgwig? "No matter", he thought, "they would wonder where I am, right?" he wondered to himself. Of course they would certainly wonder where he is and try to get here. But how will they get here? All of the sudden something popped up in front of Harry. Actually, two somethings. It was Mr. Weasley and Dumbledore. Mr. Weasley looked like he had pulled hair all day from his already balding head. Dumbledore on the other hand, with his tall stature and long white beard, looked just as worried but in a much more dignified way. Harry nearly screamed out with joy as he lifted up his invisibility cloak. "Harry!" they both exclaimed at the same time. "Thank goodness, you are alright! Everyone has been terribly worried about you!" He ran over to hug Harry as if, if he had let go Harry would disappear again. "I-I couldn't find the gnome," Harry's face quickly changed into despair as he thought of what they were going to say next. In fact they both exchanged confused faces. "What do you mean you couldn't find the gnome," Mr. Weasley asked calmingly. "It was too dark and-". "Did you say it was too dark, Harry? Weren't there any street lights?" Dumbledore asked reasonably. "No, I didn't realize it at the time, but I thought it was you who turned off all the lights so that no one would see me," Harry said becoming worried.
"No Harry, I did not turn off the lights, but I have a small hunch of who might have done so." Dumbledore's face wandered out to the window. He was once again in one of his dreamy states. Mr. Weasley stared at him for several moments and he then turned to Harry. "I think Professor Dumbledore was trying to say, that a spy from the other side had done this," Mr. Weasley looked tired and his eyes showed he had very little sleep. "Of course you wouldn't expect us to believe that you would be able to find a gnome in the dark do you? I really did not expect this." " But with what is to come, I believe you must suspect this a little bit more often, Arthur," Dumbledore interrupted. "We are in a terribly dangerous position. We can be shot with a curse any second now. It all depends on who has the upper hand, but at the moment, whoever will have the upper hand has not been decided on, so there is still time," Dumbledore walked across the room to closed the window. "We will not talk of such things here. Harry, we must find you transportation quickly." We will take the Knight Bus, then," Mr. Weasley chimed in. "I will stay with Harry, Professor, you have other things to attend to," Mr. Weasley for about a moment looked brave like a hero and in the next second Harry found himself covered by the invisibility cloak. "Yes, of course, well good bye Harry," Dumbledore turned to Mr. Weasley, " Arthur." And in the next millisecond he vanished into thin air.
Mr. Weasley turned to Harry. "Harry, where are your things?" "Outside in the bush," Harry was waiting for a response of confusion, but Mr. Weasley simply smiled. " Very clever," he said finally, " We will get them tonight." "Accio Meat Pies!" Mr. Weasley called out as two meat pies floated into the room. "Here Harry, you must be hungry?" Harry quickly took a pie. "Oh yes," he cried in enthusiasm. Soon night fell and the sound of Uncle Vernon coming home came up stairs. Mr. Weasley and Harry mostly sat there discussing what was going on in the Witching world. "Harry, I am doing my best convince everyone about the situation at hand. Some of them believe me, but most of them are too fearful to think of such things. Bloody cowards," Mr. Weasley's face turned at this and a look of disgust spread across his face. "I am really not suppose to be discussing this with you, but seeing how you are not quite caught up with the news." once again Mr. Weasley looked away. Harry realized what he was looking at. Outside of the window in the bush across the street sat some dark figure. A dark figure that could only belong to Lord Voldermort.
Soon the Dursleys had gone to bed and the two of them snuck down stairs. Harry, there are still spies out, so be on the look out for attackers," Mr. Weasley's forehead was wrinkled up and he searched around in the dim light. They finally reached the pavement as Mr. Weasley stuck out his wand hand. Suddenly there was a flash as two huge blazing lights appeared in the distance Honking madly like they were going to strike the two of them down. With a blast of wind nearly knocking Harry over, the bus arrived. A young boy about eighteen with a face filled with pimples, stepped out. "Oy! It's 'arry Potter!" his eyes glowed with excitement, "Ay, 'arry! You remember me! It's Stan!" Mr. Weasley politely smiled, although he was quite annoyed. Handing Stan a couple sickles, they took a bed and sat on them staying quiet. "Ay Ern! Look who's back! It's 'arry Potter!" In the front Ern gave a confused grunt and quickly glanced back. Harry should have been use to it by now, but instead of getting surprising it has now grown quite annoying. As soon as Harry made sure Stan was well out of hearing range he asked Mr. Weasley, "Where are we going right now?" Mr. Weasley nearly burst into laughter. "I'm sorry Harry, in all of the fuss I forgot to tell you, we are first going to The Leaky Cauldron, but you are only staying one night. The next night you will be leaving to our house, then somewhere else." his face grew serious at this. "Is where I am leaving, the place that Dumbledore mentioned he would be taking me to?" Harry asked curious. "Perhaps Harry, perhaps," Mr. Weasley moved onto Harry's bed as Stan came back from upstairs. "Harry, do not tempt me, these things must be kept secret, for there are people listening." The Bus was moving bumpily down a road and everything outside was a blur. But soon the bus came to a screeching halt right in front of the Pub. Harry grabbed the trunk they had taken out of the bush earlier and jumped off as fast as he could. Mr. Weasley strolled out with Stan calling after them. Stan waved goodbye and the door on the bus slammed shut and the bus sped off.
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Cautiously, Harry opened the letter. Dobby was right, it was indeed from Dumbledore. But why on earth would he need to send a letter personally to Harry? Staring at the envelope for many minutes he finally took out the letter, almost afraid to what was inside. He read slowly and carefully, as if, if he read it wrong it would blow up Privet Drive.
Dear Harry,
I'm afraid I will have to take you away from your aunt and uncle for an unset amount of time. You shall stay with Ronald Weasley for a few weeks, and then I am going to take you somewhere else myself. I will not say where now, and I dare not speak it here. There will be a Portkey set up near your house. It will be a garden gnome. (Harry laughed at this because the Dursley would die before letting a lawn gnome sit on their front lawn, even if it was a statue.) It will be set at five forty in the morning. I'll make sure you wake up in time. I'm afraid I have some more business to attend to, therefore I must go, but Harry I warn you, there are eyes following your every move, good.and bad. Be careful, Harry.
Albus Dumbledore
What did he mean? Take him somewhere else? Take him where? Why must he stay at Ron's house? His head strained.as terrible thoughts flooded through him. Voldermort has already gained spies? Was Sirius in danger? On the floor Dobby stood there confused by the reaction. Sensing the terror in Harry's mind, though, he walked cautiously up to Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. "Harry Potter will be okay, sir, Harry Potter will be strong!" He kept his head on Harry's stomach for a while. When Dobby finally looked up, Harry Found his heart had stopped pumping, and was now slowly descending back to its original area. Harry was still extremely scared though. "I will be, Dobby.I will be," Harry said shakily patting the comforting elf on the head. He gazed into Dobby's large brown eyes, as Dobby stepped back. With hands behind him, legs crossed, Dobby looked like a little boy, a shy little boy. "Harry Potter Promise Dobby?" Dobby's face lit up again. Smiling, Harry muttered, "I promise Dobby, and this time I will not lie."
With out a trace Dobby vanished, with a smile as well. Harry tried to think of the more comforting things, like how he would once again be in the Burrow. He truly looked forward to Ron's company, Fred and George's tricks, and Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Trying to remember the smells of the Great Hall, the warm Griffindor common room, he drifted his time away. Thoughts floated through him until six o' clock, when he was called down to dinner. Even with the evil eyes of the Dursleys piercing through him, he still sat there, feeling confused, but not exactly sad. With a half full stomach he went to bed thinking, waiting for the next day.
Harry awoke. Something pecked his ear. There was some fluttering and a blob of white stood in front of him. Harry felt his chest weighed down by the white blob. Finding his glasses near by, Harry saw the site of Hedgwig standing on top of him. "Hello," he said smiling at the owl. Thoughts suddenly flowed back into his head. Hedgwig flew up in the air and landed on to the window. Fluttering her wings wildly trying to get Harry to walk toward her. Harry scrambled to the window and nearly fell out. With the window obscure, he looked down. There, on the Dursley's front lawn sat a fat, gray lawn gnome. Knowing it was a Portkey, Harry dashed back to his bed and got his wand. Harry quickly put the rest of his things together, and changed into a robe and a cloak. The sun still had not risen from the Horizon. It should have been about five thirty in the morning at the time. The clouds covered most of the light from the horizon.
He dragged his trunk as quietly as he could, trying not to wake Uncle Vernon. Taking it down the stairs was hard though. It weighed down on Harry like holding a baby whale (like holding Dudley). Finally he reached the last step, skipping the second step because it creaked. In a flash the trunk slipped from his hands making a loud crash on the floor. " Oh! Sh-" Harry quickly covered his mouth and stood completely still in his place, listening for Uncle Vernon to wake up. Harry was still half-expecting Uncle Vernon to come down stairs bouncing madly like Harry was a burglar or something. There was a grunt, and a second grunt and then Harry heard him turn in his bed. He still had not awoken. In relief, Harry heaved the trunk out into the Front door, finally. Opening the threshold so that it did not squeak, Harry heaved the trunk out into the lawn. He could barely make out the Santa Clause-shape of the gnome.
Harry held the handle of the trunk and dragged it toward the odd figure standing in the left side of the lawn. Harry finally came close enough to see that it was only a bird. He had only five more minutes to find it. He needed to find the gnome, and quick because five forty was drawing nearer. Harry gave up holding the trunk and started to crawl on his hands and knees completely blinded. He looked for what seemed like half and hour and finally he had found the gnome. Dragging his trunk closer, he put his hand on to the gnome. Everything stood still. Nothing happened. Harry was about to cry out in despair, but it made no difference. It had long past five forty and the sun was on the verge of rising on the mountains. Totally frustrated, he tried to think quickly of what to do. He could not stay out here; there might be a spy. Bewildered and hysterical, Harry finally realized what would happen to him if Uncle Vernon came out to get his newspapers. Especially when he was dressed in robes and a cloak, sitting on his front lawn next by a large trunk and a recently discovered lawn gnome. Harry also did not have the option of going back inside because Aunt Petunia always wakes this early. (She has to start preparing breakfast for Dudley who wakes at twelve). His mind was about to explode of all the craziness and danger that could befall upon him.
What was he to do? He already ran out of options, quicker than Dobby could vanish. Harry fell onto the floor lying there, wishing he was in normal clothes since uncle Vernon might go a little bit easier on him that way. He was such a fool. What would he tell Ron when he got to Hogwarts, if he is even allowed to attend Hogwarts still. "I couldn't find the bloody gnome!"
"I could not see the damn thing!" He thought for a second. Wait a minute; See? Why weren't the lights turned on? Someone did not want him to be seen. Of course, Dumbledore most of done it as a precaution. Although there was a bit of doubt in his mind he accepted the fact and still wondered what he could do to get to the Burrow. The thought of someone not wanting him to find the gnome lingered in his mind. Why was there a bird in the yard at 5:00 in the morning? It was all too confusing and he terribly wished he couldn't be seen now. Can't be seen?
The invisibility cloak. He could use the invisibility cloak and then no one can see him. Good, this was a start. Harry rummaged through his trunk running into the sneak-o-scope and put it aside. (It was wailing extremely loud)Suddenly the cloak appeared in the trunk. Making many things missing from sight. Harry dragged the trunk into the bush. Putting on his cloak, he closed the lid and walked out, trying to move the bush as little as possible. He crept back onto the lawn. Sitting by the lawn gnome shaped Portkey, Harry recalled what Voldermort had said the night he cornered Harry, "Dementors are our natural allies".
Harry, being secluded from the wizarding world and all, would not have known if the dementors turned on them yet. What if they released all of the Azkaban prisoners! What if Voldermort has already taken control! As these thoughts slipped away Harry realized he was hallucinating. Ron would have notified him by now. He would have received a hundred letters from everyone he new. Would Hermione know? She, like Harry, lived apart from the wizarding world as well, but she had a subscription to the Daily Prophet, which was the wizard Newspaper Company. He sat there, face in his hands, underneath the protection of the invisibility cloak. It is now seven O'clock. Sitting there straining his brain to think harder, he heard a crash of dropped dishes. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing scream that rang from the house. Mrs. Dursley had finally discovered Harry's mysterious disappearance. Following the scream came the words "Vern-non!" her voice like that of an opera singer. Harry got up to the front of the door and listened for more. "Vernon!" came Aunt Petunia's voice, "He has gone again!" Then came the roar, like that of a giant walrus. "What!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry could just imagine his purple face turning blue and the fat upon his face jiggling madly. "That boy! When he comes back here! I will tear him from limb to limb!" Aunt Petunia then rang in, "Oh, Vernon! If any of our neighbors saw him.I will just die!" Harry imagined Aunt Petunia in a nearly fainting state. He was surprised for all the times that Harry was able to go disappear somewhere with out a trace or telling the Dursley's, uncle Vernon would have a heart attack by now.
Unfortunately, he hasn't. Harry tried to think harder of where he could go. Ms. Figg's house? Of course he couldn't, she would wonder about his wand and stuff. Maybe he could find a bus and take it to the Leaky Cauldron. Should he do it though? He had no muggle money. Harry remembered the last time he felt as hysterical as this. It was the year he had met Sirius black, in his third year. He wondered what time it was as he got up to look into the Dursley's window. Checking that no one was looking he opened the not yet locked door. Closing the door as quietly as possible, Harry made his way into the living room. He soon saw that was now eight and he went back into his room for safety measurements Hedgwig sat there on the windowsill as if she was going to be sent on a mission any moment now. That wasn't a bad idea, actually. "Hedgwig!" Harry whispered. The bird flew over to his arm. He found Dumbledore's letter in his pocket in which he had put in earlier, and took out the quill he carried around just in case. He scribbled " I was not able to get to the gnome in time. Please send transportation for me!" on the back of it. He then handed it to Hedgwig and she flew off so fast Harry barley got a chance to call after her. Hours past as he sat in his room, Harry watched uncle Vernon's car pull out of the drive way and he watched other cars drive back and forth, when he started getting hungry.
He had not eaten all day and was hoping to get to the Burrow soon. What if someone really didn't want Harry to get to Dumbledore? What if someone intercepted Hedgwig? "No matter", he thought, "they would wonder where I am, right?" he wondered to himself. Of course they would certainly wonder where he is and try to get here. But how will they get here? All of the sudden something popped up in front of Harry. Actually, two somethings. It was Mr. Weasley and Dumbledore. Mr. Weasley looked like he had pulled hair all day from his already balding head. Dumbledore on the other hand, with his tall stature and long white beard, looked just as worried but in a much more dignified way. Harry nearly screamed out with joy as he lifted up his invisibility cloak. "Harry!" they both exclaimed at the same time. "Thank goodness, you are alright! Everyone has been terribly worried about you!" He ran over to hug Harry as if, if he had let go Harry would disappear again. "I-I couldn't find the gnome," Harry's face quickly changed into despair as he thought of what they were going to say next. In fact they both exchanged confused faces. "What do you mean you couldn't find the gnome," Mr. Weasley asked calmingly. "It was too dark and-". "Did you say it was too dark, Harry? Weren't there any street lights?" Dumbledore asked reasonably. "No, I didn't realize it at the time, but I thought it was you who turned off all the lights so that no one would see me," Harry said becoming worried.
"No Harry, I did not turn off the lights, but I have a small hunch of who might have done so." Dumbledore's face wandered out to the window. He was once again in one of his dreamy states. Mr. Weasley stared at him for several moments and he then turned to Harry. "I think Professor Dumbledore was trying to say, that a spy from the other side had done this," Mr. Weasley looked tired and his eyes showed he had very little sleep. "Of course you wouldn't expect us to believe that you would be able to find a gnome in the dark do you? I really did not expect this." " But with what is to come, I believe you must suspect this a little bit more often, Arthur," Dumbledore interrupted. "We are in a terribly dangerous position. We can be shot with a curse any second now. It all depends on who has the upper hand, but at the moment, whoever will have the upper hand has not been decided on, so there is still time," Dumbledore walked across the room to closed the window. "We will not talk of such things here. Harry, we must find you transportation quickly." We will take the Knight Bus, then," Mr. Weasley chimed in. "I will stay with Harry, Professor, you have other things to attend to," Mr. Weasley for about a moment looked brave like a hero and in the next second Harry found himself covered by the invisibility cloak. "Yes, of course, well good bye Harry," Dumbledore turned to Mr. Weasley, " Arthur." And in the next millisecond he vanished into thin air.
Mr. Weasley turned to Harry. "Harry, where are your things?" "Outside in the bush," Harry was waiting for a response of confusion, but Mr. Weasley simply smiled. " Very clever," he said finally, " We will get them tonight." "Accio Meat Pies!" Mr. Weasley called out as two meat pies floated into the room. "Here Harry, you must be hungry?" Harry quickly took a pie. "Oh yes," he cried in enthusiasm. Soon night fell and the sound of Uncle Vernon coming home came up stairs. Mr. Weasley and Harry mostly sat there discussing what was going on in the Witching world. "Harry, I am doing my best convince everyone about the situation at hand. Some of them believe me, but most of them are too fearful to think of such things. Bloody cowards," Mr. Weasley's face turned at this and a look of disgust spread across his face. "I am really not suppose to be discussing this with you, but seeing how you are not quite caught up with the news." once again Mr. Weasley looked away. Harry realized what he was looking at. Outside of the window in the bush across the street sat some dark figure. A dark figure that could only belong to Lord Voldermort.
Soon the Dursleys had gone to bed and the two of them snuck down stairs. Harry, there are still spies out, so be on the look out for attackers," Mr. Weasley's forehead was wrinkled up and he searched around in the dim light. They finally reached the pavement as Mr. Weasley stuck out his wand hand. Suddenly there was a flash as two huge blazing lights appeared in the distance Honking madly like they were going to strike the two of them down. With a blast of wind nearly knocking Harry over, the bus arrived. A young boy about eighteen with a face filled with pimples, stepped out. "Oy! It's 'arry Potter!" his eyes glowed with excitement, "Ay, 'arry! You remember me! It's Stan!" Mr. Weasley politely smiled, although he was quite annoyed. Handing Stan a couple sickles, they took a bed and sat on them staying quiet. "Ay Ern! Look who's back! It's 'arry Potter!" In the front Ern gave a confused grunt and quickly glanced back. Harry should have been use to it by now, but instead of getting surprising it has now grown quite annoying. As soon as Harry made sure Stan was well out of hearing range he asked Mr. Weasley, "Where are we going right now?" Mr. Weasley nearly burst into laughter. "I'm sorry Harry, in all of the fuss I forgot to tell you, we are first going to The Leaky Cauldron, but you are only staying one night. The next night you will be leaving to our house, then somewhere else." his face grew serious at this. "Is where I am leaving, the place that Dumbledore mentioned he would be taking me to?" Harry asked curious. "Perhaps Harry, perhaps," Mr. Weasley moved onto Harry's bed as Stan came back from upstairs. "Harry, do not tempt me, these things must be kept secret, for there are people listening." The Bus was moving bumpily down a road and everything outside was a blur. But soon the bus came to a screeching halt right in front of the Pub. Harry grabbed the trunk they had taken out of the bush earlier and jumped off as fast as he could. Mr. Weasley strolled out with Stan calling after them. Stan waved goodbye and the door on the bus slammed shut and the bus sped off.
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