The Unexpected Visit

Harry was stunned. It was as though everything that had seemed like a mystery in Privet Drive, were starting to make sense. All he had ever known seemed too overwhelming. Anymore surprises for that night, and he would feel like joining Myrtle in her stall. Harry leaned back reviewing everything that had happened that night, and then, as though on cue, that man appeared silhouetted in the moonlight's gleam. Thinking it was Sirius, Harry jumped towards the window to let him and Buckbeak in. However, Harry didn't need to let them in. As Harry looked through his window, the rider was conjuring some sort of charm. Not sure what to expect, he eased his way back to the middle section of his room. Just like he had expected, the window burst open in a ear-shattering crash. Taking his time, Sirius edged his way inside to Harry's room He then said "reparo", and the window was back it's normal state. Harry heard Uncle Vernon cough in his room just down the hallway. It was apparent that his relatives hadn't heard the window break. Still being cautious for fear one of them might wake up, Harry edged towards the light switch. As soon as the light came on, Harry was very surprised to see who was in his room. It wasn't Sirius at all. It was Charlie Weasley.

"Ch … Charlie?" Harry sputtered, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come here to take you to my house." answered Charlie casually.

"Why?" asked Harry.

"Well, I don't know if you know this, Harry, but there's been a horrible drought in the wizarding world. Voldemort's Death Eaters have been throwing weekly 'bonfires' on major wizarding stores, buildings, and even some muggle residential areas," Charlie said knowledgably.

Harry had remembered hearing about major houses burned by anonymous vandals on the news during the summer time, and it was true; there hadn't been any rain for the longest time.

"You don't think they're going to burn down Private Drive, do you?" Harry said, half hoping they would.

"I don't know, Harry, but I've got strict orders from Dumbledore and my dad to take you to our house for the remainder for the summer."

"Are you serious?" Harry nearly jumped for joy at his luck.

"Yes, I am," Charlie said playfully, "Now run along and get your things."

All of a sudden, Harry stopped. How were they going to get to the Weasley's house.

"Charlie, how are you planning we get to your house?" Harry asked.

"We're taking a dragon, Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback to be exact." Charlie said in a fun makes-you-want-to-ride-a-dragon-voice.

"Norbert's here?!" said Harry, astounded.

"Well yeah, what did you think that was in Mr. Blubber's room?" Charlie said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Well, actually, I thought it was …" not wanting to get into the Buckbeak and
Sirius matter with Charlie, Harry dropped the subject.

It didn't take long for Harry to gather all of his supplies with the help of Charlie. After loading all of Harry's belongings into a special compartment located behind Norbert's wing, labeled HARRY'S GOODIES, and they were off.

Harry hadn't noticed it before, but Norbert was much, much, larger from the last time he had seen him in his first year at school. He was almost completely developed, but he still had a tendency to sputter a few coughs of flames here and there.

The sun was starting to poke through the horizon when they finally reached the Burrow. Everything about the burrow seemed the same except …

"Oh yeah, Harry, there's something I forgot to tell you …"

Their house was no longer in the shambles Harry had last seen it in. It was gorgeous. The chickens now had a very nice sized pen and the exterior was so extravagant. And over to the left, where their field used for Quidditch used to be, now stood a very good sized Quidditch stadium with beautiful landscaping around it to keep peering muggle eyes from noticing. And their house was no longer to the brink of falling down. It was a mansion. The inside was even better. There was a designated room for Quidditch (now stocked with still dominant Firebolts). Harry and Charlie made their way into the kitchen, where self scrubbing pans and a whole cupboard full of Mrs. Nealc's All Purpose Self Cleaning Dishes Potion (it really makes your pots and pans clean themselves). Harry looked at his wrist watch to find that it was only 5:38 in the morning. As Charlie and Harry didn't expect the rest of the family to be awakening soon, they went ahead and got a fair breakfast started (although it was no where in Mrs. Weasley's league). Charlie kept glancing back towards the stairs which the family always came through in the mornings as if expecting something unusual to happen. As the minutes ticked by, Harry simply pondered about everything that had been going on. He thought about the letters, the Weasley's mansion, and Norbert.

"Norbert!" Harry said at realizing that they had just left him in the front yard, "Charlie, did you happen to put Norbert somewhere else since we got here!?"

"Just relax Harry," Charlie said casually. "I told him where to go while you were gazing at the house."

"You told him where to go?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah. In Romania, we specialize in teaching dragons a level of higher learning so they can develop to something better than the regular, old, gotta-hunt-to-stay-alive-dragons," said Charlie knowingly.

"That's coo! What else can they - ?" just as Harry was about to finish his question, none other than Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came downstairs.

"Harry dear, how are you? Charlie here had written to us about getting you by dragon." Mrs. Weasley said in her cheerful, loving voice. "How was your flight?"

"It was fine," Harry quickly lied.

"Well it's good to see you're all fine and well," Mrs. Weasley continued.

"So how have those muggles been treating you, eh Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked with anticipation, "Where you able to get any of those batteries from them that I could add to my collection?"

"Yeah. Here you go," Harry said as he passed the batteries over to Mr. Weasley.

"Harry dear, if you don't already know this, or if Charlie hasn't already told you, you will be staying here for the remainder of the summer. I mean, if that's all right with you." said Mrs. Weasley in her kind-hearted voice.

"Are you kidding!" Harry exclaimed, "I'd love to stay here!"

With a look of relief from the Weasley's, they continued their conversation.

"Oh, we figured you would," Mrs. Weasley went on.

A few hours later Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, and Percy were all up and pracing around (except for Percy who headed straight to the office with Mr. Weasley after he got up).

"Hey Harry?" said Fred and George together, "Do you want to go outside and play a game of Quidditch with everybody?"

"It's a really nice day," George prompted.

It didn't take Harry long to decide. They grabbed their Quidditch gear and were off for their own, personal, stadium. Inside it was so large. There were plush, purple, velvet seats all around the field, with a designated VIW (Very Important Wizard) section custom made just for the Weasley's. The field was enormous.

"The field's the same size as what the professionals use," Ron said at the look of Harry astonishment.

There were fifty-foot hoops of gold with purple W's engraved into them. Along the walls were different flashing advertisements of all sorts. It was starting to feel as if he were playing at the Quidditch World Cup.

Just as their new set of balls were released, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley came out onto the field.

"Harry, we've got something we need to talk to you about," said Mr. Weasley looking very serous indeed.